I remember 6 years ago, when I first started running, thinking a half marathon was nuts. An insurmountable distance. A friend of mine was training for one in Memphis, and I was in awe. I was in St. Louis and thought I could only run 3 miles. The first time I completed an entire lap around Forest Park (about 6 miles), I was exuberant. My fishpond had just expanded. Then, I did my first half marathon. Me! 13.1 miles. All by myself. What an incredible feeling. I started doing sprint triathlons. I could wrap my head around the Olympic distance but that was it. Those people that did Ironmans? Nuts! Jump ahead to 2008, and there’s Rachel, doing her first Ironman. Me! 140.6 miles. That’s crazy! After 2 Ironmans, the distance doesn’t seem so crazy anymore. My threshold has been bumped up. My fishpond? Now, it’s an ocean. Anything seems possible. So now, I’m thinking ultrarunning is in my future. I dream of doing 100 mile trail runs one day. When you do an Ironman, you get to see the sunrise, and then the sunset. After it gets dark, I feel rejuvenated. The stars come out, and the moon rises, and the Milky Way glows, and it’s spectacular. But in a 100-mile run? You get to see the sunrise, then the sunset, and then the sunrise again the next morning. Now, the normal reaction would be to cringe and say, “Ugh!” But if you’re like me, and you get chills and think to yourself, “That would be an incredible experience!”, then ultrarunning may be in your future. My Moby Dick? The Great Western States…..one day, one day. Meanwhile, David Horton, who set the world’s fastest record for running the entire Pacific Crest Trail from Mexico to Canada in 60-some days ( www.extremeultrarunning.com/dhhist.htm )? Now HE is crazy!
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