The Dark Side of 100 Miles

Ok, so 100 miles is not all bubbles and cupcakes. Here’s a little tribute to the dark side:

Top 10 Evil Aspects of running 100 miles

#10: Pointing out how much your butt hurts and having everyone agree.

#9: Hearing stories about racers that were unkind to their support people.

#8: Sitting in an ice bath 3 hours after you finished balling your eyes out and squeezing your husbands hand so hard that it reminds you of when you were in labor, except it hurts worse.

#7: Watching your daughter eat it trying to run over to give you a high five and just running by her because you were too stupid to stop, pick her up, and dust her off.

#6: Having diarrhea that is the consistency of water and is dark black.

#5: finding pictures like these in the photo dump

#4: Wanting so badly to go to sleep afterwards but being in too much pain to lay down. Trying to sleep sitting up in a chair only to find that the pain is worse. Giving up on sleep altogether.

#3: Taking the max amount of Advil that the back of the bottle says you can take in 24 hours and begging for more like you are a junkie.

#2: Wondering what happened to the friends you made and then finding out that they dropped out of the race.

#1: Realizing that these are going to hurt for some time.

Moab 100

How does one even begin to post about 100 miles of racing on your feet? Well, first off, 100 miles is a LONG ways. But doing the race in a looped format really kept me from noticing, it was like a very large and beautiful hamster wheel!

The Moab 100 is a running race comprised of 18 5.37 mile loops plus an out and back section at the end that I called the dogleg. Runners ran clockwise every odd loop and counterclockwise every even loop. This way we got to see the other racers often. This was my first attempt to race this distance. I was well trained for the race and mentally ready for what it was to dish out on me (or really what I was to dish out on myself).

I had an entourage to help me with my day. Most the 100 racers had a table set up near check-in with all their goodies, but mine had a tablecloth! It was just missing a vase with flowers. I was glad that it was so welcoming because apparently a few racers stopped by for a bite and others used my family to help them with their day. Some were there alone, that’s tough!

My parents, Troy’s parents, PIC and her family, Beth, John, Carrie, Tyler, Nicole, Keith and Anthony were all out at various times to cheer, or pace me after 8pm.

On the start line I met up with Maggie who I ran in college with (before I became a college dropout runner). Maggie was on a 24 hour team and it was cool to see her for the first time in 10 years. With a simple countdown we were off and running. The race was small and runners thinned out quickly.

I had outlined a pace chart for my support crew but I really had no idea how long a loop was going to take. I looked at previous years and I thought maybe one hour would be a good starting goal. Everything I have read about ultras seems to state that there is no negative splitting. You simply start slow and get slower. That was my goal. Well, finishing was my real goal.

I ran along easy and tried to remember Chuckie’s advise “When you do more, you ache more”. I focused on thinking “do less, do less”. The early laps are but a distant memory but my times were around :55 including my refill stop at my table. Troy was totally on his support crew game and he handled all of my nutrition flawlessly.

The fact that I ran 100 miles without puking is testament to how awesome Troy is! I had Grape EFS in my 20oz hand bottle and at lap 7 I started adding one NUUN tab to the EFS bottle as well. I had 8 packs of Justins Nut Butter, the Maple Almond variety, and maybe a total of one package of shot blocks. Besides a handful of potato chicps, 3 circus animal cookies and 3 gummy worms, that was it. EFS fueled me the entire day.

Somewhere around 30 miles I had two really bad laps. A 100 mile race is both physical and mental. Of course as I sit here battered and bruised with toes that look like sausages you would think I would say it’s a predominantly physical test. You would be wrong. Running 100 miles is about not giving up. It’s the mental game that you must win…or draw… in order to finish.

30 miles in I just didn’t feel good. I mean, 30 miles is a really long ways to run on any given day so it makes sense. You will see this on the video but all I could think about was “I have 70 miles to go”. And every time I would think that thought, I would start to cry. Can you believe it? I was not even 1/3 of the way done and I was crying. I didn’t stop running, but I was crying. Of course I came around a corner and my dad is filming. I put my head down, quite embarrassed to be crying. I came across my mom cheering, and told her I was “weepy”, and what did she do? She started crying. I can’t imagine how she felt to be out there watching me run so far, unable to change much.

The thing with these crazy ultras is EVERYTHING changes. I can’t say it enough. You can go from your lowest low to your highest high in a matter of 10 or 20 minutes. And while my low was 10 miles long, it switched and all of the sudden I felt like a rock star.

See me tossing my water bottle to Troy. For some reason I just loved to do this.

Unfortunately for all the other racers, my case of the happies turned into Singing Sonja. I have a horrible singing voice but I literally sang for 30 miles straight. I ran lap after lap singing up a storm and waving at pretty much every runner that I crossed paths with. I got a reputation on the trail for being happy and having fun, go figure, right?

One of the highlights of my day was when Cami stopped by to say good job. We read each others blogs and we have never met! She was in town for a family vacation and her and her husband drove out to be there when I finished one of my laps. I wish I could have sat down and had tea, but, alas, I had to keep running. Thank you Cami!!

I continued to expect the happies to turn into the grumpies but really, I was lucky. Things clipped along really well. With the additional mileage it was easier to get my head around the concept of completing 100 miles. When your at 50 miles, it’s easier to think “half way”. Then 60 comes and you start to feel like it’s downhill.

I had a total embarrassing moment, and I’ll tell you about it because I’m cool like that. So, you pass everyone every lap, and a few of the boys, were, well, cute. Duh, right? So, there were certain ones you sort of looked forward to. Well, on one lap where I was feeling like a rock star I passed one of them and I actually told him that it was fun to pass him every time, because he was “cute”. Me, the totally happily married woman, telling random hot runner dude he was cute. EMBARRASSING. Like three laps later he dropped out of the race. Then I just felt bad.

I had a goal to get to 12 laps by 8pm when Michelle was allowed to start pacing me. I easily hit that with like 15 minutes to spare and the race director said it was OK for PIC to start a little early with me. He was nice and chill.

So, off we went, PIC and I, trying to find a ton of little yellow glow sticks in the dark to follow. Little did I know PIC has depth perception issues and she was scared out of her mind that she was going to fall off a cliff. She covered it up well and proved to be a tttt-rific pacer. I had her for 2 laps and the second one was one of my fastest of the day. I did however loose my concentration on that lap and I stubbed both of my toes on the slick rock repeatedly. Youch!

And that fast lap was a mistake on my part. One thing I still have to learn is holding back during that late in the game energy surge that tends to happen. It’s never over until it’s over, so you need to be constantly conserving with the ultras.

Tony was my next pacer and he was like the green glowstick hunting master. I could have just followed right behind him the whole time and he would have lead the perfect path. On that last lap with him I did just that. Tony didn’t get a very peppy Sonja. I was getting tired. 4 laps seemed like not a lot to go, but it was. Tony was also with me the first time (lap 16) that I decided to walk the up hill portion. Up until that point I had pretty much been running everything except a few super steep sections (walking both up and down).

I developed this theory. During the race I was afraid to talk about it on camera because I didn’t know if it would come off as arrogant, which I don’t mean to be in any way. My little theory/mantra was “I came here to run 100 miles, not walk 100 miles”. It just really stuck in my head that this was what I was here for…to try my best at running the miles, not walking. I was here to RUN. Not fast, but run.

The second lap with Tony I walked that huge uphill. Dang, out with the plan. But I resumed running on the downhill and we kept a nice clip into the aid station.

Now Keith stepped in to pace me for the last two laps and the dog leg. Poor Keith. He was on the receiving end of a very tired, very done, and very weepy Sonja. And he was amazing. He has this way of saying “That’s fine” and “Your doing great” that I actually believed him even though at times I was walking and crying. Things got bad these last laps. And I fretted and worried about the dog leg for 10 miles.

I don’t remember much of these laps, but it was pure survival mode. When I had the energy to run we did, which happened to be most of the time. When I didn’t we walked. With 5 miles to go I told Keith “I’m done”. He said “I’m not going to let you quit” and I said “No, I’m not done that way, I’m just done running”. Then 5 minutes later, what was I doing? Running. I came here to run, not walk. That was my mantra.

There got to a point where it was bad. The thoughts in my brain were becoming one word. “Walk”, “Ouch”, and “Chair” were the main ones. Finishing that last lap I went over and checked in with the race director. I stood there and looked him in the eye and told him I still had to go do the dogleg. He said “Get it done”. I was secretly hoping he would say “That’s our joke on you, your done”.

But no, I left the comfort of my aid station for another 40 minutes to run up a huge hill that I had been up 18 times already, to TOUCH a cone and then come back down. I cried pretty much the entire way. I moaned, I wined, I sniffled, I cried, but you know, I ran. It hurt, it was ugly, but I was there to run.

After touching that cone and heading back it dawned on me that finishing was 100% going to happen. I had no choice, I had to get back to the car somehow, and the car was at the finish line. Up until that point the concept of finishing was just something I believed in, not something I knew would happen.

Keith was so awesome. He would hold my hand when it needed holding, which it did a few times. He gave me lots of positive reinforcement, and when we were 10 minutes from being done I said “Thank you”. He said “No, Thank you for letting me be part of this”. And then I cried even more.

The finish line was full of my friends who gathered around and cow belled it up to watch me cross the imaginary line between two cones at 4:58am. Just under 22 hours of racing.

I headed straight for a chair. I had been promising myself that chair for miles. As my friends and family gathered around, tired faces but huge smiles it started to sink in that I had done this thing, this task, this adventure, and I had done it my way. With hard work, and with a smile.

Sitting here dealing with the aftermath of such an endeavor, it’s crazy how at 7am on March 27th I was strong and fit and tappered. I was ready to conquer anything that came my way both physicially and mentally. Then, 24 hours later I am bruised and busted, sore and achy. I can barely walk and I cry uncontrolably when my toe touches anything. It’s amazing to me how 24 hours can change a person.

I really learned a lot about myself during this race. I learned that it’s ok to be vulnerable. To cry at mile 30 and again at mile 95. It’s ok to let what comes up, come up. Chuckie wrote some advise before the race and one that really stuck with me was “Don’t run just to finish; run to be you”. That was really the bottom line of my day. I wanted to do this race MY WAY. My way means with lots of research and lots of sound training going into it. Then, let what happens, happen, and roll with the punches. I wanted to keep my smile, help others, and make friends. Except for the poor guy I called cute, I was successful.

This race was not about 2nd overall, or 1st woman. It was about going the distance and “running to be me”.

There were people racing who were alone with no crew. I hoped that my crew helped others and it sounds like they did. My parents, Troy’s parents, all my friends, and my awesome husband Troy went above and beyond to make my day so special.

I am a little shocked that Chuckie could have trained me so well for this having never trained someone for 100 miles. He really knows his stuff. He is the endurance master, equal parts tactical and emotional. The bomb…I’m just sayin’.

Also, Thank you Trakkers, Justins, First Endurance, Saucony, Tri-Massage, TriSlide, Core Concepts, NUUN, Mix1, Nathan, and Petzl (a headlamp review coming soon).

Now, the video! Ok! The caveats: it’s 14 minutes long…so, pop some popcorn. Also, while I put together the video quickly, iMovie has been very ornery this evening and it’s taken many tries to get it uploaded. There is a glitch at the end and your just going to have to deal. It’s relatively minor, but for now, I’m not fixing it. Also, at the end it says I was 3rd overall, I was actually 2nd (oops, we just found this out). Lastly, you are going to be so excited! I have upgraded to HD! So the picture quality should be much better than pervious videos, but it may take longer to load? Enjoy!

(If you like the video, feel free to give it a “heart” on Vimeo)

Moab 100 from sonjawieck on Vimeo.

This video is my perspective of my first 100 mile run race. It took place March 27/28th of 2010. The course was on the Upper Monitor and Merimack trails outside of Moab Utah. It entailed 18 loops of a 5.4 mile course, plus an out and back section at then end.

And the Season Begins

Well, friends, here I go. You all know what I’m off to do. When I started this year I knew that I wanted to “go big”. Living life and chasing after all the things I’ve always wanted to do is the goal. In my heart I think often “Anything is possible with hard work and a smile”. That’s what keeps me moving forward in the moment.

But it’s such a small piece. I couldn’t do ANY of this without the support I receive. My husband Troy is the stoic foundation to all of this, but it’s many of you that build the walls that give me strength, throw in the windows to give me the inspiration, and pitch the roof to keep me safe and well protected.

My parents (both my biological ones, and my married into ones) have been right there with me through all the adventures. My dad sat down last year and told me that lots of things have to align in order for someone to chase their dreams. He saw many things aligning for me, and he wanted to step into that. I don’t know how someone can say “I love you” any deeper. To me it was “I understand who you are, and where you want to go, and I am here for you in every way I can be”.

My friends and training partners. They are always there, always willing to help me get these crazy things done, and I lean on them often. They provide the fun along the way as well and they keep me smiling.

My sponsors. Seriously, supporting these companies is a no brainer for me. This week Josh has worked on me for hours to make sure my ankle was making as much progress as we could get out of it. Many of my sponsors have sent me notes of encouragement along with products to make my day successful. Although not one of my sponsors, Petzl sent over a top of the line MYO RYP for my initiation into running all night. Good companies, good people. Thank you.

You all. If you are reading, you make my day. Maybe you read because you are waiting for my wheels to fall off, I don’t know, but something tells me you might be reading because you like what you see. You support me. All of your comments and well wishes really help settle my nerves. I know when things get tough (and they will get tough) I will think of each and every comment that’s been made and I will dig a little deeper. You all inspire me to stand tall and run to be me.

My coach. It’s true that our coaching relationship is new, but I am so very thankful for that way that Chuckie has trained me for this event. We’ve both never done this before, but here I am, 36 hours before I will begin and I am ready. He helped make me ready, both in the body and the mind. Thank you Chuckie.

I’ve been told that there is no cell coverage at the race site, so real time live twitter updates probably wont happen. But, people will be checking in and going back to town and everyone in my group has my twitter account and password so keep an eye on twitter and you might get some updates. I’m hoping to be done by the time the sun rises on Sunday.

My twitter handle is @gosonja

Also, you may want to follow @michelleford6p

Ladies and Gentleman, start your engines!

And so it begins

My ankle was starting to get to me the last couple days. I had a nice talk with Chuckie and that helped get me back to:

“It is what it is. Worry only about what you have control over, don’t worry about what you can’t control”

Well, what can I control?

– I learned to tape the ankle with the cool KT tape (in my control).

– I made an appointment with Josh who worked some serious magic and decreased my pain and gave me some rocking exercises to help keep it that way (in my control).

– I got crazy with the exercises Josh and Chuckie gave me (I can do that).

– I assessed the reality that I should be running in a neutral shoe, NOT a posted shoe and maybe I needed to stick with what has worked for 5 straight pairs. The wearing of the posted shoe, plus my over supination is making an ankle twisting combination. Me thinks…

I can’t thank Josh and Chuckie and Troy enough for the last 48 hours. They have been super patient and helpful.

So, I also forgot that when you are uselessly worrying and you shift it over to acting on what you can change a super cool thing happens:

I woke up today with “the feeling”. It’s beginning! The feeling of “I’m so on this”, “I’m going to rock the house”, “I’m so excited”. Big smiles today, big silly grins. I’m starting to feel better. The 5 nights of 10+ hours of sleep are catching up and I’m feeling spunky. Nothing but mellow training this week and it’s getting close enough to our departure to start packing.

It’s so on.

Change what you can effect….get yourself back on the right path, stop bushwhacking!

“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
— Reinhold Niebuhr


My friend Tony who:
– has a super cool blog
– and who I trained together last year for IM Canada with
– and who is pacing me at Moab
– and who is on Team Trakkers
– and who I absolutely love in a big brother, little sister kind of way
– and who makes me laugh really hard (too hard some times)
– and who always thinks up the BEST gifts (yes, his wife is extremely lucky)

MADE these for Michelle and I!

See, all the cool ultrarunners wear these little gaiters to keep the dirt and grit out of their socks. Tony ordered these from Dirty Girl Gaiters (try searching for that one on the internet…eek, got a little more than I was bargaining for). Then he went all engineer crafty on them and made them into TEAM TRAKKERS gaiters! Check out the Trakkers logo on the upper left of my blog, see the logo? Get it? Sweet huh?

They are my new good luck charms. I love them. I love Tony, he’s such a rad big brother! Thanks Tony.

PS: As you can see, there is a little KT tape in that picture. I rolled my ankle several times last week, so I’m trying out some of that crazy KT tape. I’m quite impressed thus far. It will all be good, just a little something to learn to smile through this week.

Can I Call This Training?

Besides a few other things Thursday, I had a hike on my schedule. A hike? For reals? I was allowed to jog a little if I wanted but it was mostly a hike.

Oooooohhhh gooodie! A hike! I love hikes. As I’ve upped my athletic game over the years I have tended to cut out plain and simple hiking. But I’m a big fan of it. Time on your feet in nature is good for you, and I wasn’t alone today in seeking that out.

I decided to hit up Mount Falcon Park and walk from Morrison up to what was to be the Summer Home for the Presidents of the United States. That was back in the early 1900’s when John Brisben Walker owned about 4,000 acres and built a crazy fancy home at the top of the hill.

He had this idea that he would build a summer home for the Presidents and thousands of elementary school children in Colorado donated 10 cents…back in the early 1900’s. Well, John Walkers personal mansion burned to the ground in 1918 and all that was ever erected of the presidential sumer home was the cornerstone.

That’s where I headed today. It’s a beautiful park, with great views. I thoroughly enjoyed the wonderful weather. It was warm and sunny and the trail was dry (not for long, apparently a blizzard is moving in). The view from the top was divine.

It’s been a while since I’ve been to the “Summer White House” but I love standing amongst the ruins. I decided to see if I could get my jump on. I think 2010 is going to be the year of the “JUMP”. This jump is on the wall where the cornerstone resides.

Before I knew it, it was time to head back down, pick up Annie, and integrate myself back into reality. With ultrarunning you cover distance so fast that you almost forget how expansive the earth you travel is. Hiking slows things down, and reminds me of just how crazy some of the distances I choose to travel on foot are.

Blitzing the Mathematician

And I thought I wouldn’t have much to talk about until Moab! Ha!

Apparently triathletes are actually three different people. There is:

Swimmer Sonja

Biker Sonja

and Runner Sonja

I didn’t know that they were separate people, but apparently they are…at least in the mind of Chuckie. Here I am thinking Oh…I’m tapering for Moab, getting my mo-jo back, but then I was made to realize that Swimmer Sonja was not tapering. Oh No.

I get a workout from Chuckie. It’s got 60 some odd 50’s at 95% or 100% effort, plus other stuff in there. At the bottom it says Total = 5,000. Okay, 5K, coolio. So, it’s a nice day, and Troy is home early so we decide to splurge and pay for the one day pass for all of us to get into Greenwood Athletic Club, which has what seems to be the only year round outdoor pool in Denver. I love this pool to death. But alas the club itself is a little pricy, so we stick to splurges every once in awhile.

Well, one drawback is that it’s a meter pool. I am usually in a yard pool, but what the hay, extra credit right, I’ll do the 5K in the meter pool. So I get in and I start doing my thing. I even stick to the interval times that CV gave me for the yard pool. I’m begging for the extra credit.

The club team is in the pool as well but the coach was nice to give me the second lane so I didn’t have the wall and I was in the lane next to the fast kids. This was great motivation for those fast 50’s, I would try to keep up with the high schoolers as they were doing 200’s, and I was doing 50’s all out. It worked well. Slightly depressing, but it was motivating. A little more than slightly depressing when they were doing 100 backstroke and I was still having trouble keeping up, but whatever… I can outrun them…

So, Troy and Annie are playing, and then they would hop in the shower to warm up, then come back and play. By the end of my workout Annie is sitting bundled in towels asking when we can go home. I’ve been in the pool for 1:45. Finally the workout is over, I’m really pleased with the work I put in. We shower and head to get some grub before I pass out. On the way I think “I’m gonna add up the distance myself”, just to double check Chuckies math, cause I’m annoying like that.


And I did meters: So 5,500 Meters. Wowzer!

So what do I do? Well of course, I do what any good annoying athlete would do, I email Chuckie and rub it in. I make fun of him, tell him he’s being sneaky. I really give it to him.

He writes back this morning, appologizes, says it must have been bad couting on his part. Then at the bottom of the email it says:

PS: It is 5,000.

I pull it out and count again…it is 5000!!! I’m totally wrong and when I counted 5500 after my workout, I counted three times. THREE TIMES.

Me: hey Chuckie, remember that time you made me swim so hard that I forgot how to count?

Chuckie: heh heh, yea, that was funny.

Good golly. Well, whether its 5000, or 5500 doesn’t matter, it clearly blitzed the mathematician. Apparently “Runner Sonja” is allowed to taper for Moab, and “Biker Sonja” gets a little break since the legs are involved, but “Swimmer Sonja”….oh no, she is still getting pummeled in the pool.

I wish I could honestly complain about the severity of the workout, but the truth is, I love it. I got to swim outside, and it was such a treat. I can say that now that my math skills are returning!

Moab deets

I had a request on twitter to outline on my blog what I am going to eat and who my pacers are for the Moab 100. I don’t know, should I reveal all of my secrets? Hahaha! What secrets? I’m new at this game, I have no idea what I’m doing. So, here’s an explanation of what not to do!

Food: In my training runs I always started off with EFS in my Nathan Intensity Pack, or in a Nathan hand bottle. I went with that for as long as I could handle calories in my drink, and then I switch over to NUUN. There comes a time where I just want to drink water, but the NUUN at least keeps my electrolytes going. In the beginning of my training runs I eat Sport Beans and Shotbloks, but as the miles pile up I get tired of all that stuff and transfer over to Circus Animal Cookies, Peeps, red vines, potato chips, and soy crisps. The slower I go, the more I seem to be able to consume without trouble. I’ve been warned about starting the junk too soon, so I will try to hold off as long as possible with this.

At the beginning of the last lap on my 62 mile day I had 6 peeps, 10 Circus Animal cookies, and 350 calories in blocks, all in about 8 minutes. No issues what so ever…but…I was running 12-14 minute pace. So, the plan for Moab is to be prepared for all sorts of whims, which means including every whim I’ve ever had, and adding a few in for good measure. Here’s my plan: Soy Crisps, Potato chips, Mix1, Justins Nut Butter 200 cal packs, boiled potatoes with salt, Circus Animal cookies, Peeps, jelly beans, gummy life savers, red vines, cup of noodles, ramen, hot coco, bottled frappuccinos, and soda.

So, there we go, what more is there? Run, eat necessary food, run more.

Pacers: This is pretty crazy. I was really scared to ask people to make the trek all the way to Moab to volunteer to run around in the desert in the middle of the night with me. But I was very lucky and I had quite a few people just volunteer up out of the blue. I am allowed pacers only after 8pm and I am hoping that I will only have 6-7 laps left at that point. At one point I had one pacer per lap (I am only allowed one at a time). After talking to Chuckie about this he really felt that I need to keep pacers to a very small number. Not just logisitics but mostly for the sake of getting into a routine and trying to get through those late night miles with as much consistency as possible. So, (drum roll please) here are the three crazy and insane people who are going to run with me.

Michelle: AKA PIC (partner in crime). This one is a no brainer. What’s an adventure without PIC being involved? I’m sure I will puke on her watch…just to convince her she never wants to run 100 miles, and because she tends to be a sympathetic puker.

Anthony: Anthony and I have logged countless miles together last year. He’s even steven, consistent, and he’s been known to crack such good jokes that I pee my pants. Why would I not want that?

Keith: We’ve been through 46 miles of the Grand Canyon together and run together often. Keith is nurturing and knows that I’m the queen of positive mental attitude…even though he can be a little sarcastic (all the more to make me love him).

Thank you so much pacers. You have no idea what you are getting yourselves into but I hope I can at least provide a little entertainment in the middle of the night.

Also, a huge thanks to my parents and to Troy’s parents. All four of them are flying or driving out to help Troy and I make this happen. They are helping with Annie, helping with me, and will be there for lots of support. My mom will be making food for anyone who wants to stop by and cheer for me when I come in on a lap. So if you are going to be in the area (Cami??) just come on by (here are the directions), hunt down Troy, and then say hi to my mom (she’s on food duty).

That’s it folks. 9 days to go until this show gets started. I have no idea what I’m going to talk about for the next 9 days on this blog. 9 more days of twiddling my thumbs and thinking about what lies ahead.

Trakkers Site…fo’ reals?

I was cruising the Team Trakkers site today and am so impressed. Check out my profile. My favorite part is clicking “Blog” at the top. Several of my teammates are posting a blog entry every day. There is never a shortage of cool stuff to read on there. I love it.

This Wednesday is the third installment of the Rev3 radio show. These are way too fun and last week we had some majorly big name pros in the chat room. You just never know who will log on. The pro being interviewed tomorrow is Matt Reed. He has confirmed for all three Rev3 events and I am super curious to hear whether he will be doing the FullRev at Cedar Point. I don’t think Matty has done a full iron distance race, so I’m intreagued! Here is the link to listen tomorrow at 6pm mountain time.

Lastly I have officially signed up for the Rev3 Races in Knoxville (Oly) and Quassy (1/2). I would love to do the inaugural FullRev at Cedar Point, but there is one other sneaky little Ironman that I am trying to qualify for first. If that doesn’t happen then I am Cedar Point Bound, and I may do Cedar Point HalfRev for a tune up for said previously mentioned race which requires qualifying, which shall remain nameless during the current blog posting. So much is still undecided until the end of June. If you are delaying in signing up for a Rev3 event, you need to get on it. My discount code is PracticalRev3.

That’s all for now, training is going delightfully. Getting to the starting line of a 100 miler is 90% of the battle so I am pleased that I have completed my hard training, I am not injured in the slightest, and I have the confidence that I can get the job done even if I have a bad day. I think that’s an important (and overlooked) facet of training, knowing you can achieve your goals even if the circumstances are crummy.

Next blog will be some details about food, and pacers for the 100.

Disclaimer: I am a member of Team Trakkers who is affiliated with the Rev3 series.

Last Long Pre-Moab Run

Annie calls it “Noab”. So, today was my last long run before Noab. A two week glissade down the training mountain should leave me prepped, happy, and focused to get the job done come March 27th.

Todays run was a painful one. Not my heart, that’s an engine. Nope, it’s been a big training week and this was the icing on the cake. My hips, my bum-bum (another Annie word) and the bottoms of my feet are feeling the effect. But, they will adapt, that’s their job, and they know what’s in store for them in several weeks.

As the weeks wind down I’ll be looking for a knitting project to keep my hands and head busy. I’ll be shopping for Noab trip food, and putting together my packing lists. It’s prep time and this race signifies the official start of the season. From here on out it starts getting crazy fun!