Well summer is officially upon us. The heat, humidity and cookouts that are filling our days serves as pure evidence of its arrival. Amidst all the festivities and fairs, I still sit in limbo, both in terms of living arrangements (although that will be remedied by the end of the week) and in terms of racing. You see, in a perfect world I’d be over in Europe right now with a long list of races lined up for me to compete in- but unfortunately the reality of the situation finds me still stateside, begging and pleading race directors and agents to allow me a spot on a starting line. It is one of the more frustrating aspects of being an athlete- the notion of being fit yet unable to find a race. The truth of the matter is that I am still an unknown in the world of running and with the absence of an agent, it proves nearly impossible to convince race organizers that I deserve to toe the line at their race. While Tim and I were aware of this possible dilemma earlier in the year, we thought that my year’s results would help persuade my cause, but to no avail. So instead I wait, eager for the chance to race, bags packed, ready at a moments notice to fly across the Atlantic to race in the far outside shot that someone lets me in or there is a last minute scratch. It is a tough way to navigate through a race season, but I know that I am fit and I know that I am ready to race, just biding my time until the limbo is over.
Until next time,
Ben
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