Today, I am beat. I believe it's the culmination of jet lag, yesterday's 3 hour mountain run, and shots of Irish whiskey last evening, but today's 4 mile recovery run was an ass-kicker. I began thinking about how the final 10 miles of the 100 might feel.
Also, my friend Bud has planted the thought of running Hardock - one of the toughest 100 milers in existence - in my head next year. Bastard.
Me need sleepy-time-now, kthnxbye.
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But next year was the year we were going to run the Eagle River marathon. I just hadn't told you about it yet.
That race sounds, er, um, how do I say it, fun?
Yeah - "fun" is subjective. Bud has run it 3 times and DNFed once. 33,000 feet of elevation change at 13,000 above sea level? Hmmm...
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