Pikes has posted their bib numbers. I think I was given some grace with my bib number at 128 for the marathon. I don't think my qualifying time from a 29 mile burro race in 2018 is really that great of a qualifier, but hey - I ain't gonna argue with. I'll just say "thank you."
I'll admit here that while I feel a fair bit of fitness compared to where I have been in the last few years, I recognize that I am a bit off. Greg has said this is probably fine and I haven't completely wrecked myself as I am a "classic overt rainer." Still - a few runs up 2500 feet to a 8100 foot peak is significantly different than a climb of 7800 to 14k. It is gonna be a grind.
I have come to terms that this is what it is. I have work ... and frankly running my own work is a heck of a lot more consuming and gratifying than when I was working in the corporate world. I don't have the time to get out and do the same training - but arguably I also don't have that same itch either. That might be because I have already burned that match in this life ... or it might be that I am a few weeks out of becoming 50. It doesn't matter - it is going to be a grind.
I also don't pour over the race rosters the same way any more. I am also not sure if that is because I am too busy to care or if because I have "been there and done that" ... or because I just have lost track of the names.
Look - don't get me wrong ... I intend to fight the whole damn way ... and have that "if I am still standing when I am done hit me with a board because I didn't run hard enough" sort of mentality when I am racing - but I also recognize that my very mental and physical ability to do that does not quite seem to be the same. But I am going to try. It is going to be a grind.
Here is to the grind. Two weeks to go!
This guy was cracking me up at the Buena Vista race yesterday ... he was checking out the burro staging.
Afternoon - a little bit of ditchin’
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