In less than two weeks I will embark on my first 50k race. Ahhhhhhhhhh. The Patapsco 50k outside of Balmore…that’s how the local’s say it, right? I’ve heard nothing but good things about the race. Great crew of people. Awesome finisher’s mug. Beautiful (if not challenging) course. And oh yeah, beer. I was supposed to run it last year, but the night I signed up I broke a toe. Literally, two hours after I clicked “confirm," I cracked it on the bathroom door. Awesome timing. No alcohol was involved, I swear. Anyway, the nice folks at Patapsco were nice enough to let me transfer it to this year (thanks guys!) So here we are, less than two weeks away. Am I properly trained? Mostly. I kinda don’t like running right now, but I love trails, and I love knowing that I can push my body into realms it hasn’t been before. So I guess I’m super excited and dreading it at the same time. Is there a word for that? Kinda like bittersweet I guess. So, what to expect? Normally I’d be worried about my time or placing, but you know what? I have no expectations. Zero. Zilch. Nada. I know it sounds cliché, but really I just want to finish it. And not puke. Ok, if I puke it's fine. But if it takes me four hours or five or eight, I’m good. This is for fun and can’t wait to see how it unfolds. I finished my last long run Sunday morning. I ate a whole pizza afterwards. From Manco & Manco in Ocean City, NJ and it was glorious. Sometimes, I’m still that little fat kid. Sorry, that little husky kid. I really don’t think husky is any nicer though. I think in a way it’s actually worse, like it’s passive aggressive or something. I don’t know. Away we go. |
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