April Race #3, Capitol Peak 50 miler.
Shackleton once said (and Charlie Engle often quotes), that 'Optimism is the True Moral Courage'. That may be a stretch for what I'm trying to say, but the situation I had somehow created for myself surely stemmed from an optimistic Jason lying on his bed months ago with his computer registering for races saying "Yeah, I can probably do that".
After running the Peterson Ridge Rumble 20 miler and the Boston Marathon in back to back weekends, I still had one more race to complete my very own 'Triple Crown' of April, the Capitol Peak 50 miler. The question wasn't whether or not I had the mental fortitude to finish this final race, but in what condition. Never having run 50 miles before, I was curious to see how I would perform physically, mentally, and stomach-ly. Let alone, discover if 12 days was enough time to recover from a PR at the Boston Marathon (after only a week of recovery from the Peterson Ridge 20 miler).
The race had a 6:00 AM start...*Yawn*. I woke up around 4:00 AM feeling a little stiff, with some slight pain in my achilles/heel. I had been feeling this 'discomfort' for a month or so whenever I woke up, but it always went away after I would walk around for a bit. Is this the beginning of Plantar Fasciitis? Meh. I drove to the start, checked in, ate breakfast, tied my shoes, hydrated, used the bathroom, did a warm up jig (not jog), stretched, organized my GUs, and was ready to go.
|Every race should start like this|
|Photo by Glenn Tachiyama,|
'The Grunt' section
|Photo by Damien Murphy|
|Photo by Glenn Tachiyama|
|Tea at work|