Hey there folks….I imagine I am still climbing. If you look at this lovely elevation map of the race, you will see I start out with a 4 mile long climb. I don’t know how long it will take me to get to the top, but let’s just say it will take a while and it won’t be pretty.
I knew when I picked this race that it had a lot of climbing (9,684 feet). Of course, it was not until later that I was able to put it into perspective. Read my post here about that wonderful revelation. So once I found out that there would be a ridiculous amount of elevation involved, you would assume that I adjusted my training accordingly. Right?
Do you know how many 4 mile long climbs exist in Louisiana? I don’t. Because I never found one. The extent of my hill training was doing the stair climber at the YMCA, finding every hill (translation: bump) in my neighborhood, and going to Highland Road Park.
This is where you say, “You’re a special kind of stupid, aren’t you?” Yeah, well stupid is as stupid does. And right now, I does. (Shit, I’m already delirious.) I guess the truly sad thing is that I have done more idiotic things while raising money for charity.
And that is what this race is about: raising money for a charity that hits very close to home. When Mason was diagnosed with Crohn’s, we knew nothing about it. It was through grilling the doctors and scouring information from the Crohn’s & Colitis Foundation that helped us make the changes Mason needed. And he is doing great.
Once I accepted the depth of my insanity in attempting this race, I changed my goal amount to match the amount of climbing I have to do. It would be nice to find out that while I am dragging my carcass up this mountain, some one had donated to get me closer to my goal. Either way, I’m still climbing.