I hit a local brewery last night. I learned that Georgia laws on how they manage these sort of establishments are significantly more restrictive than CO. I went in to buy a beer. I could not buy a beer. I could buy a tour of their brewery and that got me complimentary beer, up to 36 ounces. They also were clear that they could not sell their six packs they had bottled, but they would be happy to sell them for off site use as souvenirs. Apparently the big distributors have a choke hold of the wallets of the legislators here so that the laws won’t be changed. Hooray. Of course the guys tending the tour (bar) thought that the CO laws were nuts (given our legislation around marijuana). They did have a good IPA though.
AM – easy half an hour of jogging. And I traveled back home from ATL.
I listened to the latest ATC during the jog this AM and I got a mention. Lucho specifically calls me out for a being a bit too hard on myself in regards to my Leadville race. Some of that is in my wiring and choices. It is hard for me to look at a race and say, “that went perfect.” And in a 100, as there are so many things that can be considered, and my lack of experience, it is very easy to pick at improvement opportunities.
My mind also is geared to this sort of improvement thinking because of my work. It is what I do. I go to various parts of my company and I work with people to consider opportunities, consider risk, and how we can get better. I am sure some of that carries over to running.
But, yeah, I had a helluva day out there. It was not perfect in how I performed but that is exactly what makes it so wonderful. It gave me the opportunity to go right up to those limits, and get punched in the mouth by them. There is the blessing in that I get to learn from that. We learn nothing when everything is perfect. We learn a lot more when things start to go wrong. Or at least we have the opportunity to.
And of course, I was reminded of how wonderful my summer and my life is. No mile went by without me considering how gifted I am to get to run in the Rocky Mountains for a 100 of those increments, and that people wanted to come and help me. People ask how it felt and I think they want to hear how physically brutal it was. And it was. But it really felt lovely because that is what I got from people.
That said, I confess … I can see the addictive allure of that race. “If I can just …” … fill in the blank with manage food or keep my legs together down the Powerline or not barf at Hopeless Pass or whatever you like … the quiet chant in the back of my head of the possibility of improvement is hard to ignore.
But … as I have said, it ain’t the race part that I am worried about. It is the after impact of the race. Since Leadville I have been urinating. A lot. Full bladder loads, so it not that I have just some urgency but there is actually a need to empty the bladder. So essentially I am not holding on liquids appropriately. The urine is dilute (clear, pale yellow). And that probably reflects that my kidneys are not holding water. It seems that this is more of an issue at night while I am sleeping, but it might be that I am just more aware of it then because I have to wake up to relieve myself. For the first week of this, it was also combo’d with some pretty nasty head aches at night. I imagine this might have been a dehydration thing but I really don’t know. That part has seem to have subsided and the number of times I get up in the middle of the night has dropped from four to two.
Obviously this is concerning because it is a symptom of many possible diseases, including some forms of diabetes. I set up for a visit to the doc today as soon as I got back from ATL to start the process of evaluating this. The visit went well – I had a good candid conversation with the doc and they got a urinalysis done on a quick turn around. That gave them a pretty good set of data to conclude that it was not diabetes. Blood work will take the weekend to process, but the general thought is I beat my kidneys up pretty well and they are on the mend. More when the lab work comes back next week.
Catching up on a few shots over the last couple of weeks. I may have already posted some of these.
Justin got a pair of balls. There is some speculation he might be the only person who has been second in every Triple Crown Burro Race.

It is quite a crowd in the Park County HS gym for the pre-race pep rally.

Carner, a Leadman from years past and a burro racer himself, catches up with this year’s Leadman class members Shad and Ray.

Both these guys got Leadman done. Whole new level of respect from me on that event because it is a just a consumer of the summer. Shad had the season of his life and had me wondering if he’d roll me up on the Boulevard. 
Those buckles get big for those folks who do this race a lot of years.
At this point, I am pretty sure this is the only one of these I will get.