There is a part of me that still can’t believe what I’ve done, a part of me that thinks I’m stupid for doing it and the rest of me I always kind of knew I was going to do it. I signed up for the Mogollon Monster 100, again.
I know, I know, last year when my run was over I swore up and down that I would never ever do it again. I swore that no sane person would ever willingly do it. But…
After leaving Arizona, I missed it. It’s a beautiful state, and we met so many wonderful people along the way, other than the whole being allowed to carry guns thing, I could picture myself living there. And then there is the race itself. The creator and RD Jeremy is an amazing guy, all the people who supported the race were amazing, the other participants amazing, the views along the race amazing. You can see where I’m going with this.
The New Year arrived with some big changes at my work and I had to focus on the things I could control in my life instead of worrying about the things I can’t. So I thought long and hard about what I wanted to accomplish this year and one thing kept coming up, 100 miles. A belt buckle. I considered picking a different race, but why not go back to something I know (like the route, hopefully I wont get lost this time) and check it off my list instead of leaving it there along with the Deathrace. I bit the bullet and registered so I couldn’t change my mind (and in small part to avoid the price increase it’s not cheap to get to Arizona).
So there you have it, I’m going to go and take care of some unfinished business, maybe spot the Monster and even if it kills me, get a buckle.