In one week I will be somewhere on a lonely stretch of singletrack in the Southern Kettle Moraine trying to do something that I find pretty intimidating; something that is simply an unknown for me. I am going to try to run 100 miles in one day. Thousands of people do this every year and they aren't falling apart from the experience. I know I can do this too.
My trepidation comes from that unknown quantity; it’s always the unknowns that give us pause. Will my body keep it together, or will it let me down? I know my body will be aching for sure, but how will my mind handle the experience? Will I be able to while away the miles, or will each stride be a step closer to going absolutely nuts? Will I see monkeys? Will I barf? Will I yell at my crew? Will I get a (gasp) blister?
Tapering for my first 100-miler has become a pretty nerve-racking experience. I can’t imagine life past 6:00am on June 1st, 2013. Part of the deal is, I am as prepared for this race as I can be. With a high-fat, low-carb keto-diet, I am a lean & mean racing machine at 140 lbs. I've been putting in the miles and hammering the hills for the last 5 months, through snow, mud and rain. I've also never been this uninjured and healthy in preparation for a race. My energy levels are fantastic, and my legs are pretty tough.
I know I’ll be fine. I will feel like a million bucks after I cross that line sometime on June 2nd, and all those questions will be answered. It’s going to be long, and rough, and hard, and painful. But it will be nothing I can’t handle. Unless there are clowns. Then I’m done for.