Wednesday 101211

Crazy day at work so I did not get out until the evening - but it was beautiful.  Nice big moon rising, cool temps.  Got me thinking this could be a bit of a preview of some of my Saturday running.  5 miles easy.

I can see that I am both scared shitless of what I am about to do and totally disrespectful of the magnitude of what I am about to take on.

I can see that 100 miles is insanely far.  I can see this will be 2x any length run I have done, and probably at least that in terms of time as well.  I know it is going to hurt, and probably for a long long long time.

Then I ordered a keg for a post race party.  While I was doing that I was thinking, that is sort of like "hey 100 miles, SCREW YOU.  I got you.  Meh."  Not smart to disrespect the ultra gods that way.  I might end up being a sacrifice that they burn slowly.

I am excited:  I get to run.  And run.  And run.  And run.  All day.  With some friends.  With some family.  I get to test myself in a way that I once imagined that was beyond my capabilities.  I get to forge a new path in my life.   And then I get to take a nap.  And then I get to drink some brew.  How awesome is that?

Then I could feel every niggle, every jiggle, every tendon, every fabric of my bones as I ran tonight.  Nothing wrong of course-  just that crazy over analysis you do when you are wondering if everything is alright.

I caught myself seeing all this and realizing this is all part of the fun.

Oh yeah, my place Sunday at 3.