So on Friday, I started getting a sore throat at work that progressively got worse. Saturday morning had worsened and spread to my chest. I was also congested and feeling a bit achy. If I had any sense I would have decided not to try and run 50 miles under these conditions. But sometimes I don’t have any sense.
|And We're Off|
At about three miles I knew that this was not going to be a good day and started debating with myself to quit. I don’t know why I didn't quit, ego, stupidity, the need to never quit? Probably a mix of all three, and I kept going. I run and ride because I love it. I was not feeling the love today, and continuing completely defeated the purpose of why I run. I couldn’t come up with a single positive thought and began wondering why I run in the first place. I remember thinking I hate running and am so sick of suffering, why do I keep pushing, but I did.
|Lots of Climbing|
|Pausing at an Aid Station for a Picture|
|Finally the Finish Line|
On the ligher side, my original intention was to drive out to Buena Vista, find a place in the woods, camp, run the race, and come home. Roswitha decided she wanted to come but didn't want to camp since it was supposed to get down in the 20s. So I compromised and rented a “rustic” cabin outside of town.
|The cabin was a little "too" Rustic for Roswitha's taste|