Until Next Time // Big Dog Backyard Ultra Race Thoughts
Not surprisingly, that last bit about the Big Dog Backyard Ultra
ended with tears then somehow led "next time" talk. It's crazy how quickly selective memories kicks in. After I called my race at 15 hours/62 miles I let my last caffeine pill's affects soak out of my veins before heading back to Big Red to crash into my pillow for a few hours. My body was surprisingly awake [presumably thanks to caffeine we pumped into my body hoping it'd change my mood] but my legs were far less functional than I expected now that I'd let myself sit down. Crawling into the back of a pick up truck required far more effort than I care to admit...running was stupid. I hated running. I was never, ever going to run again + I was definitely never going to run a race as jacked up at Bigs. Never. Ever. Ever!