And then my half marathon got cancelled.

I've been in search of motivation lately. Maybe not motivation per se, but perhaps some extra time to do the workouts I'm craving. It's been two weeks since my last long run (and by long, I mean 8 miles), I can't remember the last time I made it to hot yoga and I just feel like I've been so busy rushing from one place to another that I haven't been able to spend as much time training for the half as I should be. I know. White girl problems.

But the half was what kept me going. The promise of a race that I loved last year, one that was well organized, had a great course and required the smallest amount of travel I will ever have for an event (a walk of 10 blocks to the start/finish line). Something that would remind me why I liked running, and would keep me motivated through a long winter of running through the snow (and more often than not, on the treadmill).

Fast forward to Friday morning, when my alarm turned out to be a text message from my mom: "Your half marathon is cancelled." Uhhh what? Sure enough, I checked out the website and there was nothing but a "We're sorry, we'll be in touch regarding refunds, etc". Beyond frustrating.

I've tried looking for another race at a similar time, or just a longer race that I can squeeze in before the end of the year, but no such luck. So I'm back at square one. In search of motivation, and trying to re-commit to training, even though there's nothing at the end of the training tunnel.