So it’s coming, the big day, as I write this it’s only 12 days away, race day. For the past 22 weeks I’ve been training for this, I have got past injuries, tough training runs, and slogged out many miles. Since the Baker Trail 50 miler, I’ve felt fairly confident, I’ve never even attempted 100 miles before but I was feeling good.
This week the nerves hit, straight up, after I received this in the mail:
It’s awesome! It had me smiling ear to ear for 24 hours and then I it hit me, I’m going to try to run 105.5 miles. Yikes! What the heck possessed me to do this?
I know I’m ready, “the hay is in the barn” there is nothing more I can do. I think some of my nerves stem from the fact that my headlamp that I ordered still hasn’t arrived, my race plan is scribbled out on about 8 different pieces of paper and I still don’t have a pacer for miles 85 to the finish. Again, not much I can do. I have head lamps that will get me through if the fancy one I would prefer doesn’t arrive, Dan has been busy organising my scribbles (thank you!) and I can run 20 miles alone (at least it will be in the daylight). I will be fine, and I WILL do this. Hopefully my nerves will pass as I pack up and pick up my last minute things.
This weeks running has been good, my legs have felt tired but I’m coming off my highest mileage week ever, so that was to be expected. My long run this week was at the cottage, Dan and I ran the rail-trail to the ski hill and back. We passed a flea market:
A Medieval Fair being assembled:
Safely crossed some roads:
And saw a tiny railroad:
Planned Mileage: 64km
Days Run: 5
Excuses: Wimped out over some hamstring cramping at the end of my long run. Close enough.