|timer-camera shot on Baldy|
|timer-camera shot in Mill A|
although i'm nervous, i haven't been nauseated as in years past. i didn't puke once at my last race a few weeks ago in Afton, Wyoming. i did a 15-mile training run (the last of my big runs) yesterday with a couple of girlfriends, one of whom will be my pacer on event day, and i was chowing down the food. partway through the run i stopped and told my pacer, "You know, if it's this warm on race day, a Jamba Juice sure would taste good out here." she replied by asking me if i wanted protein powder in it or not. a true friend.
my girlfriends asked me on the training run why it was that i do such things as running crazy-long distances in the mountains. i tried to put it into words. there is an almost indescribable sense of accomplishment by training for and taking part in ultra-distance events. i told them, i am a healthy, able-bodied individual and i love spending time in the mountains with my friends and my dogs. why not ultra-run? "Seriously," i said, "i enjoy sitting on the couch drinking beer, eating ice cream, and watching sports. but i don't get much of a sense of accomplishment out of that." and they laughed. and i laughed, too.
so it's nine days and counting, and i'm actually feeling pretty good, despite the nerves. need to just keep myself reigned in and do a few very short runs (<4 miles) over the next few days to keep the legs loose. the dogs will appreciate that. it's going to be a day and a half of fun times in the mountains with my friends.