A week from today is a big day for me. It's my last gigantic run before Moab. It's a sun up to sun down run, with the goal of 60 miles or so. Again, like the last big one, it's all in 6 mile loops and of course you are all welcome to join me out there. Email or comment if you want to come run or mountain bike a lap or two, or three...or ten. I love the Sunday emails from Chuckie. He lets me know what's going on for the week, what's coming in future weeks, where my head should be, etc, etc. Todays email included this tid-bit.

The week is all about maintenance until Sunday, at which point the aim is to conquer new ground. Crawling is acceptable. Falling is acceptable. Puking is acceptable. Tears are acceptable. Pain is acceptable. Injury is acceptable. But quitting, well, quitting is entirely unacceptable. You will learn more about yourself on Sunday and again a month later than ever before.

Grrr it up.

-V

First off, I want to say that I love this. Chuckie is equal parts tactical and emotional. PIC and I's trainer ride for Saturday came to us in a 1 page long Word document full of detail with 6 different parts. And then I get emails like this that inspire me and get my Grrr all revved up. Emotional, yet tactical.

So, it got me thinking... I've never been to this crawling, falling, puking, crying place. I tend to smile through most all things I endeavor. Maybe the smile is a front, maybe it's an excuse. My times of suffering seem to be over. Despite what is dished to me, I tend to roll through it lately, happy to be alive, happy to be training, happy to have supportive family and friends who love me as much as I love them.

Maybe I will get to that place next weekend, maybe not. I do know that quitting is entirely unacceptable. This run will happen, despite what challenges I encounter along the way. 60 miles is no slouch. it's six 10 mile runs, it's three 20 mile runs, or maybe it's just getting up early, before the sun rises and doing what I love to do, with the people I love to do it with until the sun goes down.

Maybe it's just that.

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