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I ran 3-4 miles about twice a week, maybe more if the elliptical were crowded at the gym or if it was especially nice weather outside. The first time I went to an actual running store to get shoes instead of just picking out whatever was on sale at Sports Authority, the running store guy asked me “How many miles a week do you run?”
I finished the marathon only because my plans to flag my husband’s truck down and ride to the finish were foiled by his late arrival to the finish line. I knew people ran 50 mile races, but that seemed like an entirely different level of insanity from a 50K. I picked the race that was most similar to where I train so hopefully I can have the best chance for success. I can talk some people into running with my delirious ass in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere. I did labor for longer than 30 hours, but I got to lay down and people brought me popsicles, so this race will be the longest “physical” activity I’ve ever done.
I don’t know exactly how I got it in my head that I wanted to do that, but once I got the idea it was impossible to shake. My husband pointed out that no sane person would run an ultra marathon before their first full marathon, so I signed up and ran our local marathon.