Last November at our annual Ogden Pub Runners’ Pub Crawl, I bid on a silent auction item and won. The item was an entry into the Fall Classic 50k at Antelope Island. I blame this decision on the copious amount of wine I drank that night. Fortunately for me, I had two other friends who were also imbibing that night and they promised they would participate in the race with me. Another friend sweeps the race every year, so I knew that at least I wouldn’t be alone in this insanity.
When you have a year to get ready for a race, it seems like plenty of time, especially when you keep yourself busy with work, other races, and life in general. Which is exactly what I’ve done. I planned on making this a HUGE year since I turned 40 in January. But sheesh; I’m outdoing myself. To top it off, I’m starting my own business, ya know, since I didn’t have enough going on already.
And guess what? It is now the eve of the race; my first ever 50k; my first Ultra. I can’t believe it. I have known for just over a year that this was happening, and now it’s here. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t freaking out a little. I have had butterflies in my stomach for most of the week. I am also extremely excited. Tomorrow I become an Ultra Marathoner. Me. (And Alison, Brittany, Chuck and Dave aka My Tribe).
And that, my friends, is how you make a year fly by. I’m ready. Ready for the pain, the joy, the agony, the glory. Bring it on, Antelope Island. Bring. It. On.