Race week. It brings a tsunami of emotions. What am I thinking....I cannot run for 24 hours. True. There is quite a bit of walking involved WITH the running (if all goes well). Last year was not my year. There were horrible winds that blew (my friend) Dena and I all over the course and we decided to 'pack it in' 62 miles into the race. We left some unfinished business out there on the course. This year I am committed to seeking my second 100+mile completion within 24 hours. I am FULLY committed to 80 miles and I am MOSTLY committed to 100. I can do this. I've done this before.
The week of a race I let doubt and anxiety creep into my psyche but I am old and hopefully wise enough to continue to ignore the fear of the unknown. Any given day anyone can do anything they put their mind to. I continually tell myself, "What the mind will believe, the body can achieve".
I have started my packing for the weekend. I tend to over pack because I would rather have too much stuff than not enough. With the weather being iffy in the afternoon, you do not want to mess with mother nature and wearing dry clothes is a MUST. Each year is a different story of what I need and must have.
When I finally get to the starting line of the Crooked Road 24 hour ultra I will find my calm rhythm and crank out the mileage; one mile at a time.