If you have read the prior posts, you know that Cory and I have told ourselves, and anyone else who will listen, that we are going to run a marathon, a 50-mile race, a 56-mile race, a 100-mile race and climb a 19,000 foot mountain before next September.
So now your question becomes, where will this scheme go off the rails? Because surely a spectacular, fiery crash is the way this will end. I don't know about Cory, but I agree with you completely. Sooner or later, this madness will go terribly, terribly wrong.
Only, not just yet. We ran our first 30-mile training run last weekend; Cory ran 18 miles and 20 miles on consecutive days this weekend; and I ran 9 and 20 miles on consecutive days. Next weekend, we go out to Maryland to survey the first 15.5 miles of the JFK 50 mile race. The course rises 1200 feet in the first 5.5 miles and then zig-zags like the teeth of a handsaw along the Appalachian Trail for the next 10 miles. We don't have any place in Indiana that can prepare us for that part of the race. (The difference in elevation between the lowest point in Indiana and the highest point is about 900 feet.) Our plan is to do a 30 mile run including that first 15.5 miles of the race course.
This provides us with our first really good opportunity to smash some vital body part. Steep ups and downs on a rock-strewn, leaf-covered trail are excellent places to tumble. So the madness may soon be over. Keep your fingers crossed and your animal sacrifices active!
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