Some words of wisdom from one of the first ultra-gurus I had ever met, Luis Escobar
That certainly sums up the way I’ve felt much of this year and I haven’t even broken 50 yet.
Today, though, today I think I may have arrived back into the high-mileage ultra game. I’ve been running double-day Wednesdays back since January, usually a longer run in the morning and a short easy run at night. Today, though, today I made it. I overslept and couldn’t do my ridiculously steep morning attempt on Grandeur Peak, so I snuck up to Red Butte for a quick 4 miles on the trails. After work, I ran a pipeline-Granduer 11 mile trail run with at least 2k’ of gain. It was amazing! Amazing! The kind of run, the kind of day, where you remember why on earth you might have thought running 100 miles in one the hardest 100’s would be a good idea. The kind of day where you know you’ve gotten something right. The kind of day where your training has graduated you from training to get hit by a Tacoma to getting hit by a U-haul.
I didn’t pull a Joe Grant and run up with my DSLR tonight, maybe someday I’ll graduate to that… and due to carrying water for the puppy, I didn’t bring up any camera at all… but here’s some evidence from last night’s run up a mountain on the horrible scenery I have to put up with living out here.