It’s been awhile, right? Almost a year actually. And I’m back to writing because I re-booted my commitment to writing for 30 minutes a day (at least weekdays, ha). Technically, that’s supposed to be academic writing buuuuuut, baby steps, people.
It’s funny, I’ve been itching to write–mostly because I’ve been wanting to think through a bunch of runnerdy things, like intermittent fasting, different training plans, sleep cycles, stuff that the general everyday person in my life doesn’t want to hear about. But some of you must, right? *insert desperate eyes* I was just telling my undergrads how writing can be a great way to “think through” complex things. Considering these students are in there because they’re on academic probation, I’m not sure they believed me. It’s true, though. I get my best mental sorting of the chaos through writing.
So what’s happened since I last wrote? I bonked my two attempts to qualify for Boston. I got approved for a sabbatical for next spring (a full year away, sigh), I published a book, I turned 40, I got chosen as a Skirt Sports ambassador, and I signed up for a 50 miler. My kids turned 6 and 8, the world turned around the sun…so yeah, life happened. So about that 50 miler…
I decided to do a 50 mile race because 1) I’ve been hanging out with some bad influences (as in people who run multiple 100 mile races) and 2) I was pretty demoralized not qualifying at two different marathons last year. I needed a new goal to work towards and to take a break from chasing the unicorn. I always said speed wasn’t my thing, and while I’m generally not a back-of-the-packer, I do feel like I have to scrap pretty hard for any speed I get. The more accepting attitude trail and ultra runners have towards pace/speed/time was alluring. I’ve also really appreciated not pounding the same pavement day after day and forcing myself to get out to the trails more. And I’ve been running with some different people because of that. Change can really be good.
HOWEVER, part of me is freaking out every other second about the 50 miler. I think when my friend said, “I think you could run Ice Age around 10 hours, but most people would say you should just worry about the cutoff” and then I looked up the cutoff (12 hours), I might have had a slight heart attack. I think the fact that 50k and 50 miles share the number 50 makes it sound “not that bad” to go from one to the other. However, running a 6 hour’ish 50k (31 miles) to running a 12 hour 50 MILES is a different thing. A way bigger thing. That is almost double. So, yeah, freaking out.
But don’t worry, doing things like affixing screws to the bottom of your shoes so you can run intervals on hills covered in ice totally makes you feel better
Not convinced, huh? Yeah, neither am I. But that’s enough chit-chat for today (i.e., my 30 minutes is about to be up). More on the 50 mile plan tomorrow…