3 thoughts on “Ultra: Step 1: Decide. Step 2: Do. Step 3: Be Epic!”

  1. “I wanted more of that elusive feeling of accomplishment that I got after crossing the finish the first time…I was like a crackhead trying to recapture the feeling of his first high.”

    I gotta say you nailed it. My first marathon in 2009 I crossed the finish line in 4:20 and change, completely spent. From mile 26 to that .2 seemed longer than the entire race I had just ran. As a 39 year old man I felt myself loosing it in the euphoria of what I had just done. Fighting back tears of joy, pain, hunger, cold, thirst. pushing it into the finish line manning it up holding it in as my daughter jumped out of the side gates and grabbed my hand to pace me through the last 50 yards. I will never get that moment back again. Now I get my joy from pacing first timers into a 4:30 finish, or pushing myself to cross a mountain range and 32 miles. Or keep on my feet for 24 hours. But I will never get that back again.
    I did however discover a new high. Last fall I had been toying in my head signing up for my first 100. On my Saturday morning group run I discussed it with another runner who told me he was going to do it. This was all it took for me to push me over the edge. I decided to get to work early that day and log onto the website for the race. It had been know to sell out in under 10 min the past years. At noon the registration opened. At 12:01 I had secured my spot. I had 20 min to complete the entry or it would kick me out and give it to some other runner. WAIT! I never even discussed this with my wife $150. is alot of money. As I called her to discuss it I started sweating not only from the fear of spending the money but 100 miles IM I FRICKIN NUTS! My pits were dripping, my heart was racing. The clock was ticking. I convinced her this was good and my training wouldn’t be much more than it was for the 24 hour event. ( Yeah right) She gave me the timid, “If this is what you want to do?” It was enough for me. Credit card in hand, I finished the entry with time to spare. I walked out of my office with a swagger and a confidence, soaked from sweat and full of adrenaline. I had just registered for my first 100.(I thought to myself.) HELL YEAH! I AM A BAD ASS!

    Thanks for your post, It just gave me the urge to write this and relive those two experiences.

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