The Monday before the race, I was still registered for the Sean O’Brien 50 Mile. I knew it was in my best interest to dip my body down to the 50K distance but the ego kept talking to me!
Oh just go for the 50 miles.
You know you want to.
You’re trained. Well, somewhat.
My travel plans to New York City had already been set when I ventured over to the NYRR website to see what races they had going on during the time I’d be there. When I initially checked, nothing was set, but based on the 2017 date, I thought that maybe, just maybe, the Fred Lebow Manhattan Half would be happening while I was there. As luck would have it, the race was being held the weekend I arrived! Yes!
Now all I had to do was wait and register. Good thing I didn’t wait too long after registration opened to sign up because the race sold out!
I was all prepared to compile this long list of goals for the year and then I started to think about them, I mean really think about them and turns out I basically have two:
1. Finish every race I start.
2. Don’t get injured.
Yes, finish every race I start, so it also includes that 100 miler I have my eye on. Also, “start” is the operative word here. If I don’t start a race, how will I ever finish it eh? And If I’m not injured, chances are I’ll start each race, right? I like the sound of this.
Happy New Year! Can you believe 2017 is officially in the books?! A part of me wanted to write up this huge long end-of-year recap but truthfully, there really wasn’t much to recap.
Somehow, I managed to squeak in 1,177 miles for the year which included only one race – Leona Divide 50K in April. It’s amazing how little consistent bites of miles add up and I gotta say I’m surprised I even hit 1,000 miles for the year. Running a mile is a gift so anything above that is a true blessing and I’m thankful for every step.
When I ended 2016, I set my intentions for 2017 to take it easy and take a break. No multiple races. No big mileage. I wasn’t even planning on doing any races at all. While 2016 was called, “The Year of the Ultras,” 2017 was going to be a year of “R and R.” That is, Recovery and Rebuilding. Not sure what 2018 will be called but I sure hope “Epic” is part of it.
This week I was anxiously awaiting word on whether I was going to be accepted into the Chicago Marathon. After I ran it last year, I knew I wanted to return. But instead of registering as part of a charity like I did in 2016, I opted to partake in the lottery and on October 31st, I threw my name into the hat.
I met Sean O’Brien back on February 1, 2014. Sean O’Brien made me question my sanity for the first time. Sean O’Brien pushed my body harder than it had ever been pushed before, up to that point. Sean O’Brien (almost) made me cry. I think my tear ducts were way too exhausted to even conjure up actual tears. Sean O’Brien was my first 50K finish and since that near soul crushing day, I haven’t returned. But that’s about to change.
The butterflies showed up early on race morning and I wasn’t expecting them. It’s always normal for me to feel a little nervous before a race, but my stomach was in total knots.
So I did what I always do: I took deep breaths and told myself, “One foot in front of the other. That’s all. No pressure. Just relax.”
I guess you could say I’ve been weather stalking race day temperatures for the past week. Even though I know weather can change 10,000 times in a week, I couldn’t help it. And this is what I’ve concluded: the weather gods hate me.
25 weeks. That’s exactly the amount of time since my last race. And now, I’m staring down 4 days. That is, 4 days until I line up for my first race of the year, the Leona Divide 50K.
Prior to last weekend’s Griffith Park Trail Races (GPTR) which consisted of a Half Marathon, Marathon, and newly featured 50K, this was the only Keira Henninger race I have not been involved with in some way, shape, or form. She organizes seven races – that I know of – so I suppose it was only a matter of time before I got to this one. But the GPTR have been the only races where I have not volunteered, nor participated in.