This morning after my daily run, I was enjoying a cup of yogurt and mentioning to Alaina that the Leadville 100 Mile Trail Run was still open for registration. We tossed around the idea that they were probably just accepting lottery applications. There's no way you could sign up for this iconic race in the heart of the Colorado Rockies just like that, on a whim. I'm sure you have to qualify...or something.
Being a curious sort, I filled out the online application, answering medical questions, shoe preference questions and finally credit card information. And there it was. The big green* SUBMIT button. I looked at Alaina and she was smiling like a crazy person. What was I doing?
'Wait a second' I said. 'Why am I doing this?'
"Because you've been thinking about doing a 100 mile race for a while now"
'Right, and this fits everything I want in a race. Mountains, trails, great time of year. Will you pace me? Be in my support crew?"
And there you have it. I'm registered for my first 100 mile race. I feel like a kid on Halloween, all sugared up and spinsy. The distance scares the crap out of me. I watch videos on youtube of previous finishers and I get all teared up. I want to tell everyone I see about this insane adventure, but I'm holding back, not wanting to seem braggy. At this stage, I have nothing to brag about anyway, aside from being dumb enough to want to run that distance.
Tomorrow I begin running with new purpose and a big kick in the keister for motivation. I believe this is the most difficult endurance challenge I've ever taken up, but it's also the most passionate I've ever felt about an event. It's going to be one helluva great ride.
*may not actually have been green