Back in January, I got the 100 mile itch. It was probably inevitable being married to Jordan and frequently running with a number of accomplished ultrarunners here in Cincinnati. Having finished 50ks and 50 milers, the 100 seemed the next logical step, and I found I wanted that belt buckle. Initially, I was planning to do the Burning River 100 in July of 2017, but Jordan convinced me I had enough time and experience to train for it this year. I worked out a training schedule that included the minimum amount of mileage required to attempt to finish a first 100 and got to work. Training went well, though a flirtation with over-training in early June convinced me a solid week of rest was in order. The missed week required my long run schedule to be even more precise leading up to the early August race date. I got in my last long runs and settled into my first proper taper since training for the Marine Corps marathon back in 2008. I definitely experienced the ‘taper crazies,’ and I’m sure I was a bit difficult to be around as I obsessed over race details, the weather, and who would crew for me while Jordan looked after Fuller. Jordan’s brother Joey was able to come up for the whole weekend to assist in driving and babysitting duties, and it turned out my brother Heath and his family would be in the area ready to pace or crew as needed.
|This is as awkward as it looks...|
|About to enter the Bog of Despair...|
Photo courtesy of Mike Terry
|This is actually mile 50;|
just imagine it dark and more pitiful...