“FOMO”-Fear of missing out. A look at a very serious running problem plaguing many.
FOMO is real and intense. FOMO may be associated with feelings of anxiety, anger, sadness and in extreme cases depression and uncontrollable crying. FOMO can come upon you when you least expect it. You can be relaxing, enjoying a nice cup of coffee on a Saturday morning while scrolling through facebook or Instagram. Well that will do it!
All of sudden, everyone and I mean everyone is running a race that day. They are not only running a race, they are running “the best race ever” and the “weather is perfect” for a “PR”. Not only that but “have you seen the new medal” and hey there wasn’t even a line for the porta potties this year!
How did this happen?
How did I not sign up for this race?
What is wrong with me?
What am I going to do today?
What am I going to post on FB?
Everyone is having so much fun without me!
This was pretty much how my Saturday morning went last weekend when everyone, I mean everyone I knew was running the Rock n Roll DC race. Why wasn’t I running it? Geez good question!
I have a long history of not running the DC Rock n Roll race. Two years ago, I was the Rock n Roll race ambassador for DC. I worked for months marketing their 2015 race and got a huge group of MRTT moms to sign up. It would have been epic except that I got a stress fracture 2 months before. I worked the finish line that day and was honored to put medals around the necks of many of friends. Talk about FOMO!
Last year, in 2015 I was set to rock it again when I got the worst case of plantar fasciitus and couldn’t run for months. It poured down rain last year so still FOMO but not super FOMO.
This year, I was worried about training through the winter and I signed up for the Cherry Blossom 10 miler instead. I had kind of decided I was over Rock n Roll DC. I was over it until everyone and their brother (literally) ran it! To make matters worse it was my rest day! I did my long run the next day but no one was there with chocolate milk and medals afterwards.
So I did what any self respecting mother runner would do-I signed up for next year’s race a year in advance!
FOMO it’s real and it’s intense and it’s not going away.