Nervous time! We leave for VT in two days, race starts in three. Yikes!
This is the one and only thing I dislike about ultra-running: the last couple of days leading up to a big, scary race. For some reason the anxiety has hit me particularly hard this week. I woke up two nights ago night a little freaked about running through the dark of night by myself. And last night I barely slept at all. This isn't good. These are the nights I need to be getting good sleeps. Alas.
I think it's because I have not yet run 100 miles. I know enough from my failed attempt last year to know that it's going to be tough. But I don't know how tough. Those last thirty miles are where the true race begins. The last 30 miles are unknown territory.
All in all I am very much looking forward to getting out and running. I know that once I get started everything will be fine. I just have to get there.
Meanwhile, there is so much packing to do. We are staying up in New Hampshire for a family vacation the week after the race, so in addition to all of my drop bags and race stuff, I need to pack a week of clothing, toys and food for a family of five. And packing really ain't my thing.
Sometimes I have to wonder why I put myself through it. Why all this craziness? Ah, yes. It's because I love ultra races. I love the whole scene: the people, the trails, the aid stations, the long runs, the camaraderie, the post-race chatter. All of it.
And I'll be smack in the midst of it in just a couple of days. And it will be great!