I haven’t run all week. Last week I barely ran. I’m in taper mode. I hate tapering. This is the time where I look back at all my training and analyse every half-ass and skipped run. I question my sanity and my ability to finish my next race. In the back of my mind, I think I’m prepared and I can meet whatever challenge is ahead.
But this time I am getting seriously nervous. I am running 50K. All at one time. That’s 8K longer than the marathon distance. In two days, I will be running my first ultramarathon.
Now there’s rain in the forecast. That’s just want I need. Ugh!
Mark is driving up with me so that’s one bright light. His wife and children will meet him later. That way they don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn. I also made contact with Dalton, who seems equally nervous. (Not sure why. He’s in wicked physical shape)
I’m seriously freaking out. Goal is to finish. Goal is to finish regardless of how long it takes. Finish.