Like most things that I do, telling my friends my next blog post would be about my bad decisions seemed like a good idea at the time. There are so many things that seem like a good idea at the time. This is how I have ended up with some of the most amazing adventures and life-altering experiences. This is also how I ended up in the ER on at least 15 different occasions (honestly, I’ve lost count).
Call it optimism, call it a sense of adventure, or call it bravery. I don't even care if you call it stupidity, it's always treated me well. Whatever it is, it’s how I ended up signing up for three marathons before I even finished my first. If I hate my first marathon as much as I hated my first 5k or half marathon, then it will be a really hellacious day. If I wouldn't have tried it again, I would have missed out on a lot. I would not have ran more half marathons, participated in relays, or felt such a huge sense of accomplishment. The real bonus is that I met some absolutely fantastic friends. I am incredibly thankful for being part of a positive and supportive running community.
Again, call it what you want, but I’ve always been willing to try anything twice. It’s only fair. Think about how many things you would have missed out on had you never given it a second chance.