My first 50M race – Quad Rock – is less than 8 weeks away. Or, in a scarier sense, it is 50-something days away. My training plan is still non-existent and my running has been all over the place. But it’s okay…I have a plan.
In the coming weeks I plan on running a few legit long runs on the weekends, preferably with friends and maybe as races. I plan on focusing on hill repeats when possible – even if it takes me 2 miles to get to the closest hill on my lunch runs. I plan on playing with nutrition and finding something that doesn’t make me want to scrap my taste buds off or yank my intestines out. I plan on getting some value out of each run, whether physical or mental. I plan on turning down stupid “hey, want to run [way too many] miles” opportunities in the two weeks prior to race day in favor of legit “tapering”.
On race day I plan on showing up in my neon Boulder Running Company get up with trail shoes tied to my feet. I plan on donning my UD Jenny pack stuffed with espresso beans, gel + water bottles, Swedish fish and whatever else seems essential at the moment. I plan on very conservatively covering the first 25 miles of the race. I plan on eating many, many handfuls of peanut M&M’s and potato chips while hugging volunteers and actually jumping for joy if the aid stations have Mt Dew.
I plan on heading into the second 25 miles of the race with the goal of retracing every single one of my steps back to the finish (looped course, 50M’ers run in both directions). I plan on making it to 35 miles before I even consider quitting – by then it’ll be barely more than a half marathon left and I’ve ran that distance so many times before! I plan on finishing, not quitting. I plan on being happy with any finish that does not require a car ride to the finish or an ambulance ride from the finish.
Ultimately I plan on doing what I can to enjoy myself. I fully expect misery and self-hate. I’ll be worried if I don’t spend some time plotting the slow death of the idiot people who encouraged this long distance running…but then, as soon as I cross the finish line, I’ll be grinning as I tell them of the deadly plans I had in store for them. Not because I’m an actual psychopath but because they were right – I am capable of running 50 miles with at least a few smiles along the way.
I also plan on being up at 5:34am for an early morning run…let’s just say I’m not basing the success rate of my other plans on Thursday’s early morning run!