After my bout of hypothermia during training for the Rocky Raccoon 100 mile ultra earlier this year, I swore off ultras for an undetermined amount of time (that race didn’t happen for me due to an unrelated issue). I intentionally avoided most websites/blogs that talk a lot about ultramarathons, and instead set my eyes on my first triathlon earlier this summer and the upcoming opportunity to break down my marathon PR (it’s been three years since I’ve run a marathon, and it’s time for that old PR to be crushed).
In recent years, Rocky Raccoon has sold out rather quickly. I intentionally avoided the website, because I didn’t want to know when registration opened. Once the race is full, then there’s no temptation left. Seeing as the race is less than three months away, I did something stupid. I went to the website. Not only is it not full, but there’s still almost 400 slots left. The park where it’s held has a strict cap on the number of runners, so to avoid the sell-out the race organizers moved the accompanying 50 mile race to a different weekend. So, instead of 50 mile and 100 mile runners filling up the slots, this race is all 100 milers. Apparently there just aren’t enough stupid crazy runners out there who want to tackle 100 miles at once.
With this new-found discovery of the open slots, I’m this close to pulling the trigger and signing up.
Go ahead, egg me on or talk some sense into me.
Why wouldn’t I want to feel like this again?
My body may look like shit (and I felt like shit too), but at least my spirit was high.