They say you can't really remember pain with the same intensity that you felt while going through it. They say that's how women can have more than one baby. Well, I don't know nothin' about birthin' no babies but I guess Jim and I can be as forgetful as any women because the day after tomorrow we're going to give a 100 another try. This time it's the Rocky Road (not the Rocky Raccoon) 100 miler in Coto De Caza, California. I've never been there but what I know is this: it's not has high as Leadville, it's not as steep as Leadville, it's not as rocky and technical as Leadville. It is, however, exactly as long so we'll find out if it was really just the altitude that stopped us in Colorado.
This time we're not going out weeks in advance to get familiar with course or the conditions. We fly out tomorrow, check into a hotel, get up Saturday morning, and start running at 6:00 am. With luck, we'll finish Sunday morning, probably between 11 and noon, get a shower, drive back to Los Angles, hopefully grab a beer and catch the red-eye back and arrive in Indy at 9:30 Monday morning so Jim can teach college math classes. (I have trouble making change for a dollar after a full night's sleep so I have no idea how he can do that).
Anyway, that's the plan, such as it is. As Jim's favorite Mike Tyson quote goes, however, "Everybody's got a plan until they get hit in the mouth". I guess we'll see how well we can take a punch.
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