I was going about my day without any thoughts or concerns outside of my current project at work. And then I looked at my watch and realized it was January 4th. January 4th? I am sure it is someone’s birthday or anniversary, but that is not why it jarred my memory. You see, if you change the January to February things get a little scarier.
- One month from today I will be running my first 100 mile race.
- One month from right now, I hope to be well into my second 20 mile loop and hopefully still feeling good.
- One month from today, I will know there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
I also know there is a high probability that it will be a train I run into first (no pun intended). The big question is how many trains will flatten me on the trail before I get to the end. And how many times will I be able to get back up?
To say that I am a little nervous would be an understatement. I am not worried about running. I am not worried about the concept of 100 miles. I am not worried about the likelihood that I will be in a lot of pain. What I am worried about are unknown problems that may pop up and my ability or inability to deal with them. I am good at lowering my head and powering on if need be. But what if something happens that removes even that option?
I guess I will find out in about a month.