It seems like each time I sign up for an ultramarathon it sounded like a great idea at the time. As the race grows closer the range of emotions is interesting.
Am I little fearful? You better believe it. I have that wonderful pressure of my expectations and what I hope to accomplish mixed with training not being perfect. At the end of the day though, the number of miles I am trying to cover makes me fearful enough.
The next feeling is just a feeling of respect for the distance and the time. I know what it requires of me. I know what it will feel like in the dark moments. I don’t go into a race like this with any loose feelings like it is no big deal.
The other emotion I feel is excitement. I know what I plan to accomplish. I know what it will take to get there. I know the road is difficult.
All of that combined together makes each training run the next few weeks really interesting. All of the sudden on each and every run I think about this race. I remember the first time on a podcast I heard someone talking about running 100 miles. It was a strange fascination realizing how crazy I thought that was along with knowing I was attracted to do the same.
The other part that excites me is that each one of this I run I seem to learn a little bit more about myself. Training and practice in life shapes who you are. Pressure and stress reveals who you are.
I hope I am happy with what I learn in July.
Here is what I know, I will run 100 miles. Will I do it this time? I sure hope so and I plan to do so but each race is a race of its own. You never know what to expect but each race has a story, I hope this one has a happy ending.