I don’t know what to do.
September is rapidly approaching and I still haven’t decided if I will organize another team for the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure.
I did so the last two years. I even got like 70 people to join, two local businesses to pay for our team shirts, and raised over $12,000 for breast cancer research.
In 2009, I felt a tremendous amount of pride for what I put together and love from everyone who supported the team. But, in 2010, I felt sad and unfulfilled after the race was over. I talked to my Dad about it and he suggested that maybe the first year was “more exciting” because we were celebrating my win against the disease.
But that wasn’t it.
I put my everything into planning and I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted one of the biggest teams. I wanted to raise a lot of money. I wanted to be the winner of the team t-shirt contest. I wanted to make sure everyone got a swag bag, food, drink, and fun. But I realized, after it was over, I was suffering from post-race-blues.
It was much like the post-wedding-blues brides get. Sadness and emptiness. This event you’ve spent so much time on is over in a mere three hours. Now, I realize a charity race isn’t a wedding but the effort is sort of the same. And while I felt appreciated from the participants for what I had organized and executed, I didn’t feel fulfilled and vowed not to do it again the next year.
But here we are. Team registration is open. I keep wondering if I could get even more people to join. Or maybe I could delegate some of the tasks so that I wouldn’t feel so overwhelmed leading up to race day. Maybe this year, I could take to Twitter and recruit some new Twitter friends or local bloggy friends to come out. What if I held some fundraising events in my community? Or got the local county magazine to do feature on my own battle and my amazing efforts to demolish this ugly disease.
Or what if I just write a check and sleep in instead?
What would you do?