So here’s the deal. This Saturday, the starting gun will boom at 0700 for the Surph The Murph 50K. It’s actually 53.75K, but who’s counting, right?
I am registered for that race, so I SHOULD be writing a blog post about my last few months of training, or maybe my nutrition plan. Instead, I’m contemplating putting my phone down for a minute so I can get a donut to go with this cup of coffee.
Ahh, that’s better. So about this race…I stopped training about two months ago, and that was only about a month after I had started training. My knees, already rickety from a childhood bout with Lyme Disease, were producing such an exquisite brand of pain that I honestly couldn’t take it anymore. In the last sixty days, I’ve run exactly four three mile loops near my house and one grueling four mile hill run at Barn Bluff in Red Wing, MN.
That’s hardly the normal mileage you’d find in a “Run Your First Ultra-Marathon” training plan, and I very seriously considered just dropping out. However:
- I already paid the entry fee
- I want my race tshirt
- The snacks at the aid stations sound delicious
- I want to prove to myself that I can do it and then never ever do it again
- I have nothing else going on Saturday
With those compelling arguments to prop up my resolve, I am going to show up and test my theory: that all of the wine, pizza, and donuts I’ve consumed and my decent all-around physical condition will allow me to run/limp/walk/stagger 33.4 miles of winding, hilly trails on Saturday morning. My main goal is to finish, but I’m secretly hoping to complete the course with a sub seven hour time.
Or maybe I’ll just make it to the first aid station and hang out by the fire eating PB&J sandwiches and GU and cheer people on. Either way, I’ll post something about the adventure on Sunday. Wish me luck!