The wonders of warm and sunny days were absent this week. It was significantly colder, snowier, and gloomier.
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The wonders of warm and sunny days were absent this week. It was significantly colder, snowier, and gloomier.
As the miles keep coming, I feel tired but strong. But I’m also nervous that I’m not climbing enough, getting on technical trails, and mirroring what Pikes will be like — if the race even happens.
Colorado is officially on lockdown so I’m trying to run on non-busy trails that I can reach from my home at off-hours.
The subtle shifts feel sharp. Maybe it’s the lack of control?
I notice my legs. They feel trashed, torn open on the inside. Bone, ligament, muscle seem to all be displaced.
Physically, I was tired. Mentally, I still had double digit miles to go. No end was really in sight.
When Jasmine floated the idea of running a 50K in Moab (my first ultra) I panicked. The race she was referring to was in six weeks.
I did something yesterday I admittedly haven't done in years: ran without a watch.
This is the most time I've ever taken off from running ever ever ever!