I have been seriously delinquent in my race report for the Bridge and Back 10 miler because, well, there was no race on which to report.
Yep. After a full summer of training for this race, a nor’easter decided to hit the mid-Atlantic the very weekend we were scheduled to swim. The river flirted with flood-stage levels, and for safety reasons, the organizers were forced to call the whole thing off.
I understand. I think it was the right decision, especially after they posted a picture of the river on the day of the race – chocolate brown rapids. Ugh. But holy crap, was I frustrated and upset. I went from someone who was focused and working hard toward a significant athletic goal to someone with nothing particular to do that weekend besides put some analgesic gel on her slightly achy shoulder.
So, as you might expect, I drowned my sorrows in beer and ice cream.
Several weeks later, I am still working my way out of a post-race funk that I feel I don’t even deserve, not having actually raced. Therefore, in order to get myself back into the grind, I have decided to sign up for Masters Nationals, which will be held in April in North Carolina. Since it’s being held in a nice, protected, concrete lined indoor pool, if we are swimming against a current, something has gone terribly wrong.