2018 is done, put a fork in me
Some years I’m the dog and some years I’m the tree. This year I was the tree.
I was looking forward to ending 2018 with a couple of strong performances at the Yeti 100 and the Backyard Ultra. Instead, we’ll, I didn’t do much.
Yeti 100 is put on by one of my favorite people in the ultra world, Jason Green. Jason is ultra running. He’s community. His spirit and attitude is 100% what I love about this sport and I was looking forward to a huge hug from him at the finish line after a strong 100 mile performance. Don’t ask me why. I wasn’t well trained. I wasn’t in good shape. I wasn’t even running well. I guess I just thought based on my experience and the fact that the course was flatish and smoothish I should be able to finish.
The course is, staggeringly beautiful. 33 miles gently down a 3,000 ft. mountain, then back up it about down again. 46 trestle bridges for each out, back and out again. Amazing aid stations. A really cool vibe. A skateboard deck, shirt and hat for all participants...and the feeling that you are part of a community that is really in this together. Yeti knocked me out.
So what the fuck happened? Well, at mile 33 I noticed a hole the size of a fingertip in the center of my foot pad. Which caused some blistering and a little rot foot. So I stopped (Thanks Ami!!!) and changed socks, freshly applied Trail Toes and headed back out with the Grant Maughan mentality of “blisters ain’t shit.” In retrospect the foot pad blister changed my hair which caused more blisters and blood blisters and all kinds of, well, fucked up shit that dropped me to my knees around mile 80. And my day was over.
And I again thought...why am I doing this? How can I make this sport a part of my life when I have a year like this? Who would want to listen to me talk on a podcast after this terrible year of DNF’s and failures? What the fuck is wrong with me?
I remembered back to a time when I felt like I could finish everything and everything. When I attacked each race and trained my ass off. When I felt like the kind of person people admired as a runner. And I was a little sad.
I decided to just pull the plug on 2018 and look ahead. To take some time to train and work on diet and nutrition. To get in good running shape and unfuck myself. To make 2019 a better year and stop trying to force things.
And to go back next year to see Jason Green in Damascus and get that fucking hug.
I’ll be back. I have some training to do.
Some years I’m the dog and some years I’m the tree. This year I was the tree.
I was looking forward to ending 2018 with a couple of strong performances at the Yeti 100 and the Backyard Ultra. Instead, we’ll, I didn’t do much.
Yeti 100 is put on by one of my favorite people in the ultra world, Jason Green. Jason is ultra running. He’s community. His spirit and attitude is 100% what I love about this sport and I was looking forward to a huge hug from him at the finish line after a strong 100 mile performance. Don’t ask me why. I wasn’t well trained. I wasn’t in good shape. I wasn’t even running well. I guess I just thought based on my experience and the fact that the course was flatish and smoothish I should be able to finish.
The course is, staggeringly beautiful. 33 miles gently down a 3,000 ft. mountain, then back up it about down again. 46 trestle bridges for each out, back and out again. Amazing aid stations. A really cool vibe. A skateboard deck, shirt and hat for all participants...and the feeling that you are part of a community that is really in this together. Yeti knocked me out.
So what the fuck happened? Well, at mile 33 I noticed a hole the size of a fingertip in the center of my foot pad. Which caused some blistering and a little rot foot. So I stopped (Thanks Ami!!!) and changed socks, freshly applied Trail Toes and headed back out with the Grant Maughan mentality of “blisters ain’t shit.” In retrospect the foot pad blister changed my hair which caused more blisters and blood blisters and all kinds of, well, fucked up shit that dropped me to my knees around mile 80. And my day was over.
And I again thought...why am I doing this? How can I make this sport a part of my life when I have a year like this? Who would want to listen to me talk on a podcast after this terrible year of DNF’s and failures? What the fuck is wrong with me?
I remembered back to a time when I felt like I could finish everything and everything. When I attacked each race and trained my ass off. When I felt like the kind of person people admired as a runner. And I was a little sad.
I decided to just pull the plug on 2018 and look ahead. To take some time to train and work on diet and nutrition. To get in good running shape and unfuck myself. To make 2019 a better year and stop trying to force things.
And to go back next year to see Jason Green in Damascus and get that fucking hug.
I’ll be back. I have some training to do.
I should probably work on writing a bit during this period too!
