Halfway.
Almost one month ago I finished the Myrtle Beach Marathon and turned my attention to an ultra. Now that ultra is one month away.
Halfway.
Coming off the excitement of the marathon I was riding high and ready to take on the world. An ultra seemed like the next step. I have plenty of other marathons I want to tackle, but this particular race is just what I needed. A new region of the country to visit. A new group of friend to join. And a new challenge to assault.
Halfway.
One month later the shine is wearing off. I am only taking eight weeks to prepare for the Lumberjack Endurance Run. Eight weeks to go from a marathon to one hundred miles. I am sure I'd feel worn down even if I allowed six months to train. The next four weeks just feels like an eternity. But in reality time is flying.
As the days and weeks get shorter I believe the anticipation will grow. Making preparations for the distance is the only thing that got me on the road today. I cannot half-ass my way through a hundred miler. A marathon... maybe. I proved that on Saturday. The Lumberjack will be different.
As the miles rack up I will feel it too. The wear on my body. The fatigue in my mind. And the growing certainty that regardless of the outcome I know I am doing what I was meant to do.
I see these eight weeks like the one hundred miles of the ultra. Excitement will reign at the start. Relief and jubilation will greet me at the finish. But that middle portion. That will be the real deal.
I am glad to be halfway. Now it seems real.
- Logan
You. Crazy.
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