And said, “Marathon. Schmarathon. I want something meaner.”
So I did the unthinkable.
And promptly registered for the VT50.
That would be a 50k.
Did I just black out? Mother?!?
It was simply a matter of time. I knew the day would come that I would finally commit, and try to run this sucker. I actually registered for it last year, but won The Lottery
and didn’t get stoned to death and got into the 2013 New York Marathon. Holy Dilemma! I opted to run New York with Team Fox (Fantastic!) and in a very un-Colby move, decided to bag on the VT50. You can read all about running New York with 50,000 friends and stealing a spectator’s breakfast like a hypoglycemic maniac, here, if you’re so inclined.
Bailing on the VT50 haunted me.
I felt like I quit. Before I even gave it a chance. I took the route I was more comfortable with and bailed on the scary unknown. And that’s not me. So here I am fresh off of the Key Bank Vermont City Marathon, in the throes of PMWS (Post-Marathon Withdrawal Syndrome), forming a Fall Plan. Why I can’t seem to just sit my ass down for 5 minutes is beyond me. But alas, I’m just not static. I’ve never been. I’m also not sure why at age 42 I have decided to run My First Ultra Marathon either. I should have done it in my 20s. However, I was too busy shot gunning beers and eating Cap’n Crunch- like it was my job– to care about distance running. In fact, I would have the Cap’n Crunch DELIVERED because I was too LAZY to walk ACROSS THE STREET and buy it. Dairy Mart Delivered. Pathetic. True story, Folks. True story.
But look at me now!
All registered for an Ultra! My how things have changed! And oh, how I have grown! What drives you in your 20s (Beer and Cap’n Crunch) is not the same thing that drives you in your 30s (A Happily Ever After that goes Sadly No More) which is not the same thing that drives you in your 40s (Ultra Marathon? Why, yes please!). I am finding that my 40s are all about becoming a better version of myself. Selfish? Quite possibly. But in becoming the best you, you also happily by accident become a better friend, partner, daughter, sister, aunt, listener, runner, lover…The list goes on. Simply stated: I want to evolve. I want to grow as a person. I want to live a life that is full. Extraordinary even.
So why not take a risk and do something that challenges you?
That forces you to dig deeper than you ever thought possible.
That scares you silly.
That makes you so uncomfortable you’ll wish Dairy Mart still goddamn delivered. To your door. At 11:30pm.
Sign. Me. Up. 🙂
What’s the most frightening thing you’ve ever done? Have you ever run an Ultra Marathon? WOULD you ever run an Ultra Marathon? List your Top 3 Sugar Cereals- GO!