The night before a race is always a little strange and surreal to me. When I sign up for any marathon or ultramarathon, but especially an ambitious or ridiculous one, it always seems to be this event that will take place in the future someday, and even though I’ve been training, the race itself tends to sneak up on me. For instance, I’ve known for weeks that I was going to make my first 69 mile attempt on May 25, but May 25 seemed like a magical date in a vague future.
Now it’s tomorrow.
I am excited for the race and am ready to give it my all on the trail tomorrow, but for some reason—even though I’m sleeping in my running outfit, and my pack is waiting at the foot of my air mattress—I am still not sure it’s set in that tomorrow is the big day.
I’ll have to be up way early in the morning, but I look forward to a positive race report on Sunday. It’s amazing to be able to do what I do and share these experiences with some truly wonderful people.
Something that made today great: Road trip shenanigans and giggles with some great GOATS
Time I woke up: 6:00 am