06 April 2011

Redefining Stupidity

my fast fit runner friend leah wandered into the bakery yesterday and casually threw down the gauntlet: 'i've got a free weekend in may and a few friends who want to run the whole art loeb. interested?'
well, yes. the art loeb is on my list of stuff i'd like to do in the next few years. but next month? ouch. she lobbed that terrifying tennis ball into my court and the only thing i could volley back was an, 'um, ok.'
it's haunting my thoughts now. the longest run i've ever done, on an insanely technical and demanding trail? sounds like...the shut-in. which, at (almost) two thirds the distance of the AL, destroyed me. however, a thirty mile group run/hike means less pressure and no entry fee to justify. there is a good chance i'll bail somewhere near gloucester gap or black balsam, so i can prepare for that likelihood. meanwhile, baker bill and i ran up bennett/buckwheat and down avery today and i felt positively spry. now my mind is buzzing with ways to prepare for the madness. laps of presley? repeats on coontree?
stay posted. i may opt out, or i may discover a secret wellspring of masochism that turns me into an ultra-endurance runner.
although the latter is unlikely.

note: leah has already survived it a couple of times, as has jbw and any number of other crazies. and i want to join their crazy ilk.

1 comment:

  1. On the other hand there is probably some way beer can be worked into the scenario.

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