...not to wish my life away.
Sage advice as usual from her. I've always been impatient, from running while pushing the lawn mower because I hated mowing the lawn (something my mother really enjoyed, vast patches of long grass and smoke pouring from the motor from clogged wet grass), to wishing I were home after just arriving somewhere else. Just aways wanting to be in the tomorrow.
So, it's no surprize that I'm wishing it were next Thursday and I was taking my first step of the Bear 100. One day into my true taper and I'm lethargic, tired, grumpy, and unfocused on anything. I had grand visions of a smooth, 90 min run yesterday. Instead I drove around the flatirons with internal arguments and no energy, until finally compromising with Mt. Sanitas. I hadn't been up Sanitas since spring and felt that it's short enough that, even miserable, I'd be done soon. I intentionally parked a few blocks away to shake the fuzz from my mind and body. But when I got to the foot of the climb nothing felt better. I ended up just fast walking to the top, then, on shaky legs, descended the east ridge trail and back to the car. ugh. I'll try again tonight with a flat run.
One week from this minute I'll be in Wyoming on my way to Logan UT. Now I just need to figure out how to make this week go by faster.
UPDATE/ Tim W won't be pacing for me. Oh well. We'll see if another great pacer emerges to help me, which is exactly what looks like might happen!
Dude - you are fit. And Sanitas don't mean shit. I think I did that the Wednesday before Pikes. It kicked my ass - but it really did not mean a thing race day.
ReplyDeleteThanks George. It's weird feeling so heavy after being energized and light.
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