I’m gonna need a new hydration vest.
On December 30th, I wrote that post on goals, fully intending to sign up for the Mount Hood 50k as my annual destination race. My schedule was coming together nicely…
- Quad Rock 25 mile – May 12, 2018
- Golden Gate Dirty 30 50k – June 2, 2018
- Mt Hood 50 – July 14, 2018
- Indian Creek Fifties 55k – October 13, 2018
Here’s a live-action shot of the wheels starting to turn…
Setting big goals and stretch goals is important. This year, two of my big race goals are to run Dirty 30 and Mount Hood – both 50K trail races. Given how far I’ve come in the year since my knee injury, I feel like the 50K distance is not that stretchy of a goal. Granted, the Dirty 30 is a very difficult race, so I feel like it’s a big goal, but I also feel like a 50 mile distance would be a real stretch for me and hold the possibility of failure, which I am loath to risk. While writing this, I just realized that I play it safe in this arena too! If I’m being honest with myself, I think I set “big goals” where chances of failure seem slim. I’m going to need to re-evaluate.
There I was, December 31st – just ONE day later on a run and heard myself say it out loud. “I think I’m going to enter into the 50 mile lottery for Mount Hood.”
“shut yo’ mouth!” my brain exclaimed. But alas, it had already escaped and was rising into the ether as then and there, I made a commitment.
I need to let go of this ridiculous illusion of control that I suffer in all areas of my life and give myself the opportunity to fail. Let’s get real though, there is no failure in the journey, right Mom? I want to know the feeling of making it through the darkness and coming out the other side a stronger and better person. Yes, it’s the physical challenge, but it’s the mental challenge of getting myself through the physical challenge that holds the appeal for me. I want to see what I’m made of.
There’s a thing, it’s called the 40% rule. A guy wrote a book on this thing. It basically contends that when our mind tells us we’re done, that we’ve hit 100% and that it’s time to quit, we’re really only at about 40%.
Let’s take a look at my experience at the Moab Trail Marathon. It took me 7 hours and I felt proud when I finished, though it was somewhat anticlimactic. All the fanfare was over and even the finish line photographer had gone home to eat dinner. My only goal was to finish and finish I did. I took my time, I was not as strong as I am now and I had bad form that led to injury, but I can’t really say that I suffered or really struggled to finish. Sure it was hard, but it didn’t test my limits. I loved all 421 minutes and 45 seconds of it, but probably pushed myself to about 15%. Immediately upon finishing, I identified all the moments where I could’ve pushed harder and finished sooner.
The lottery draw for Mount Hood took place this past Saturday while I was on the Boulder Skyline Traverse. I got home to an email confirmation that my order for the Mount Hood 50 mile race had been processed. I checked the entrants list on ultrasignup and there I was, with a target time of 10 hours and 9 minutes. Did I mention that it took me 7 hours to run the 26 mile race in Moab? Meh…. all trails are different and it’s tough to compare. I bet if I ran Moab tomorrow, I’d take about 30 minutes off my time just based on what I learned during the race.
So there it is, I’ve registered for my first 50-mile trail race. And to think, you could’ve just scrolled down to read this one sentence and been done.
On a side note, if you’re wondering where that amazing photo in the header came from, it was taken by Michele Dillon during our icy AF run a few weeks ago. If you like blogs about running, check hers out at Miss Shell Shock Runs – she’s training for the Georgia Death Race and is deathly serious about running as illustrated below.
And my only fear is what might have been if I didn’t fight to win.
If I lose then it was worth fighting for.
If I win, I only live to fight again.