Hardrock is in 1 month. While I was doing my long run, 10 miles on flat smooth gravel at a speedy 10:45 pace I was saying to myself, "self, your ankle will be at about 25% ready and your fitness will be at about 25% ready and that adds up to 50%. Heck, you got a 50-50 chance of finishing that thing."
I like the way ultra runners rationalize. It all looks so easy sitting here in the AC sipping a Fresca on ice. I keep forgetting how big and god aweful steep those mountains are and how freaky it gets traveling thru the backcountry in the middle of the night. And it would take me two nights to finish this one if I made it that far.
But what do they put in that stuff? This race is so adicting. It is truly like the best and the worst drug. you just can't quit it knowing full well how bad it's gonna make you feel if you do it. and for what? you do it because it's the purest high out there. It's just so big. It's just so much. I hope it doesn't kill me this year. I hope standing there facing the beast I have the nerve to do the right thing and I hope I can survive the choice I make.
10 miles under 11 min. pace in the heat of memphis. I'm gettin' there.