At the time I write this, it’s not just Saturday morning, but the last Saturday of April. On this day, traditionally, the Crazylegs Classic takes place. As loyal readers of this blog may recall, I’ve run the 8-kilometer-long Crazylegs each of the last three years (2016, 2017, and 2018). Each time, it was a great experience, though naturally the first of those three was the most amazing.
This year, however, I’m skipping Crazylegs. No it’s not necessarily because the event’s 8K course will go nowhere near Capitol Square (its traditional, and inspiring, staging area), thanks in part to the same ridiculous City of Madison permit changes that will prevent an LGBT pride parade on State Street this year. And it’s not because the finish line setup and post-race party wasn’t as fun as many of my fellow participants had hoped it’d be. (The east side of Camp Randall? *ugh* A DJ instead of a live band? *yawn*) And it’s not because that around the time this year’s race begins at 10AM, Madison will start to get whopped by a nasty spring snowstorm (miserable weather has never stopped Crazylegs before).
Nope, the main reason I’m not running in Crazylegs this year is because… well, I haven’t put in a lot of running over the winter. One of the perks of being at my previous place of employment was having free(!) access to a gym, where I could put in a 5-mile run on a treadmill in the (mostly) peace and quiet of a serene Sunday morning, when the building was not as populated.
But losing that job last June meant losing access to that gym. And losing access to that gym meant losing my best, most favorite opportunity to put in good exercise, and a relatively good run, at the time I most enjoy it.
And on top of that, this Saturday comes at the end of what has been another very long, very grueling, and very, very draining work week for me. It’s been a week where I felt as if I had dodged a bullet at my work assignment, wondering if the fellow temporary employee who will be phased out over the coming weeks should be staying and I’m the one who should exit… or at least start looking for another avenue of employment that will be not as draining, with responsibilities that are demanding but not overwhelming, and a culture that will make me want to go to work every day. In short, an opportunity that will make me… happy.
So this last Saturday in April, I’m going to mentally recuperate, leaving my running shoes in the closet. But they won’t be in the closet forever. Once the weather warms up (and the snow from today’s storm clears out), I hope to put in a few more runs around my neighborhood, or better yet get out of my neighborhood and find territory much flatter than my hilly neighborhood. And once summertime kicks in, there will be more races that’ll pique my interest, albeit more of the 5K variety than the 8K of Crazylegs.
Perhaps a year away from Crazylegs will help pique my interest in the race again. So, too, will moving the start of the 2020 Crazylegs Classic back to the Capitol Square (though with city bureaucracy being what it is, I’m not holding out hope for it). And if and when I leave that Capitol, run up that step hill, through the UW campus, and finish at Camp Randall Stadium, it will be another awesome feather in my personal cap.