This weekend is the Javelina Jundred (in case you’re not familiar with it, the “J” in Jundred is silent and pronounced like “H” in Hundred) and I’ve jad a teensy tiny bit of FOMO surrounding it. Of course, that feeling didn’t last long and I jave no regret over not being there and attempting the 100 miler again. Nor, is there any regret for not going for the 100K. Officially.
For much of the first jalf of this year, I actually contemplated returning to Arizona to run Javelina again. Maybe because I was constantly reminded of it practically every single day. Yep. Several times a week I’d see Arizona written somewhere.
Recently I took some time to catch up on something I’ve neglected updating these past several months: my running and training journal. I’m usually pretty good about marking my runs with any notes on how I feel, or any aches and pains creeping up as they happen, but it’s the annual mileage I usually forget to plug in. And as it turns out, May was not the lowest mileage month I’ve had this year!
Since August, with the exception of running with a few friends here and there, I’ve run mostly solo. This has been quite a departure from my normal routine of running with a group every Saturday morning which has been a staple in my life since 2004. But last year was not a normal running, or training year for me.
Back in November of 2015 I wrote a post, titled “First and Last in 2016,” and in it, I was already calling 2016, “The Year of the Ultras.” It felt very strange reading this old post because while some things turned out slightly differently than how I imagined, I’m amazed at how much 2016 actually panned out.
Umm, November? Where did you go? I guess ’tis the season when time speeds up at warp speed and my head is left spinning not knowing where the days have gone. Thanksgiving has come and gone and now we’re smack dab into the holidays with New Years Day right around the corner, concluding one of the most intensely emotionally and fastest moving years I’ve ever had! I mean, seriously? 2016 was surely one doozy of a year!
Sunday was the day! I knew Sunday was going to be the day for my return to the trails. It’s been two weeks since Javelina broke me down and I wanted to get back on the trails before I came to some sordid conclusion about how scarred I was, leaving me with absolutely no desire to be on a trail ever again. I wanted to assess. I also wanted to test out my new hat.
After a couple of days of coming to grips with the reality of what happened at Javelina Jundred, it was time for me to embrace recovery. If there was anything I was looking more forward to, other than earning my first 100 mile buckle, it was the recovery time! Of course, recovery is looking much different than I had expected.
You can read what happened and what didn’t happen during my 100 mile stint in the Arizona Sonoran Desert at Javelina Jundred HERE.
It’s been a full week since being at Javelina Jundred. After I came close to grabbing a 100 mile buckle I didn’t earn, because apparently the woman confused my sad tears with happy tears, I sat in a chair near the drop bag area at Javelina Jeadquarters trying to process my feelings and emotions, but the only thing I fully felt, was exhaustion. I had already been awake for close to 26 hours and it was probably the last time I was awake for over 24 hours since being a teenager. I’m well past my teenage years and this tired lady needed some sleep!
I went into Javelina Jundred — my first 100 mile race — feeling as prepared as I could be. When I started to look at the 10-day forecast, the Phoenix area had a high of 77 degrees Fahrenheit, and wouldn’t that have been nifty if it actually stayed that way? But as each day passed and inched closer to race day, the temperature also increased. When I arrived on Thursday, there was a record setting temperature of 100 degrees that day, but I didn’t let it phase me. I trained for the heat and I had no control over what it is. All I knew was, Saturday was going to be a hot one, but I didn’t know what I was in for. But isn’t that the whole point of me doing 100 miles? To find out.
This is it! I’ve come down to the last couple of days before I toe the line at my first 100 mile race – Javelina Jundred! I think back to a few years ago when I told my friend Tracy that going 100 miles is something I have absolutely no aspirations of ever doing. Never. Nope. Not for me. Funny how a little time can change all that.
Right now there are so many feelings, emotions, and thoughts going on: