Holy smokes it's here! Holy moly it's 5:04 a.m.! Good gracious I'm running a hundred miles on Saturday! I'm goin' to Vermont!
Yowza, that's all I can come up with! In the last few days leading up to this most hugest of life events I've managed to do a lot of stuff to keep my mind off the impending task (and my feet off the ground), and have learned how to transfer anxiety. Neat little trick, huh? So the week of my very first hundred mile race, I'm stressing out about...next month? What?! I guess I'm not all that too anxiety-ridden about this little run I'm about to do. Or maybe I am and it's going to hit me like two tons of bricks on Friday night, just like it did the night before my first 50-miler. Oy, I do NOT want to repeat that evening of sleeplessness and nightmares!
On the other hand, knowing that I'm not alone has certainly eases my worries, considerably! I'll have Geof by my side, with his ceaseless smile at each crew-accessible aid station, lots of kickass Maine's Trail Monsters along the course (miss you guys!), Mike will be tackling his very first hundred as well and as long as he doesn't gun it (which he probably will!) I'll see him along the course as well, which means I'll also see one of my favorite Mainers, Jeremy (and maybe Becca?)! Lots of fun people, and encouragement along the way. Seriously, the only thing that could possibly add to it would be my CHUGs!
I still can't believe that it's only been 9 months since I first tiptoed into this great sport...9 months! If you had told me back in October, after finishing the Stone Steps 50k, that I would even entertain the idea of running a hundred miles I would have told you to go f*&k yourself. In those exact words. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's what I said when Mike asked me if I'd run 50 miles at that point. Ha, my how things change in such short time!
Well, it's time to grab a cab and we're off to the airport!! May Vermont treat me well, and may Geof not die of boredom waiting for my slow butt to get along the course :)
Go forth and run!