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So. I did something impulsive that I’m GUARANTEED to regret on and off over the course of the next ten months.
I signed up for a marathon.
😵💫😳😬
About ten years ago I dabbled **very** slightly in running, always thinking I was one day going to wake up and be a lean, slick looking, experienced badass that could go whatever distance I wanted to. I think I managed to painfully crank out a couple of ten mile runs over the course of my entire running career, but the times that felt good were definitely the exception & not the rule.
It’s totally not my fault. They had the Badwater 135 a few weeks ago. It’s the ultra marathon that starts in Death Valley and travels over 100 miles to the Mt Whitney trailhead. I have a bunch of ultra runners on my feed, so I was getting tons of updates and I watched a couple of epic finishes that made me shiver and get all weepy. It was in one of those moments that I got caught up in hype and decided I needed to stop experiencing it from my couch. I’ve always been fascinated by ultra runners…that level of mental fortitude and perseverance is absolutely super human. When I felt shaky & teary eyed watching Bob Becker, 77, crawl across the finish line after 48 hours of running, my brain was all “ULTRA MARATHON OR BUST”!! 🫨
Thankfully, a tiny bit of sense took over, and I made a *slightly* more reasonable decision to sign up for 26 miles instead of 100. That was a close one.
The next day I went out for a run, and found that I was able to run about 300 yards before I needed to stop. Sooooooooo, to sum things up, this should be an interesting 10 months. DEFINITELY wish me luck. 😳🤭😬