I think I may be taking my new competitive drive a little far. On the way to and from PA, we saw several cars with '26.2' bumper stickers. My first observation is that far too many people are now running marathons, which means I'm being forced to up my mileage to an ultra. Competitive Drive Disorder Symptom #1.
But my second observation is even worse. Competitive Drive Disorder Symptom #2 has me pushing the gas pedal to pass these cars. Even when I'm not driving. I press my right foot on the floor, like wives often do when they need their husbands to brake already. Except I'm pressing the imaginary gas because there's an SUV with a little white circle on the back that reads '26.2.'
"Oh, no you don't, Miscellaneous Sedan. I will go 90 if need be. My bumper sticker is totally going to smoke your bumper sticker."
What is wrong with me? Who thinks that way? Who talks smack to a fender?
I got into running in the first place because it was far less competitive than ballet. No one in amateur running tells you you're fat or you have lousy turnout. No one critiques you because your hair and make-up are all wrong. You compete as much as you want to in running, unlike ballet, where you're forced into competition whether you like it or not. And in racing, you compete fiercely on the course and then chat congenially with the person who beat you (or who you beat) as soon as you cross the line. On Monday, I was racing one other woman for part of the course, and after we both finished (I beat her--ahem), we chatted casually about how humid it was and what fun it was to race. That's the best part of competitive running, if you ask me. You race, then you chat.
Along the same lines, while I love winning AG awards and competing for a top-3 spot in my group, I wasn't hung up on finding out if I placed second or third in my AG last weekend. I can let it go pretty easily and don't beat myself up over competition. For his part, though, Henry was pretty disappointed that I didn't have a trophy to give him. (That always makes a running mom feel just swell.) As far as he's concerned, there is really no point to watching me race unless I get him a trophy or free food at the end.
I won an Amazon gift certificate for placing at the 5k a few weeks ago, and I discovered I can buy 12 trophies with it, which would give me one for that race, one for Monday's race, and 10 more for just being awesome in general. Knowing you can buy trophies from Amazon in a six-pack really makes me feel all warm inside. I can reward myself and stroke my ego whenever I want, even if I lose. Competitive Drive Disorder Symptom #3.
Another reminder that my blogging will relocate on Monday June 1. I have called the movers and will provide a change-of-address URL as soon as I have it to share.