Fifty miles. Dances with Dirt. A race with a lot of "stupid." Count me in. I'm looking forward to pushing myself beyond my limits, eating M&Ms (Honestly, during ultras is the only time I can ever eat them now.), getting covered with mud and scratches, making new amazing friends, sharing my life story with people I'm just running with for a few miles, running through muck, water, running past alligators, running from wild boars, getting lost.
I have to get some coconut water today - almost forgot. I forgot how to race. This race will be a good kick-in-the-butt reminder of how I need to prep for Umstead. I've got my pretzels in the bag. I haven't been training like I like to, so this race will be a bit of a struggle.
But I will finish. I'm going to dig deep, so deep you didn't even know I went that deep. I'm going to dig in, past the pain and all that crap, push that out, and push forward to running love and heaven and see what I can do. I can do a lot. I will do a lot.
I'm running to save my heart.