The moment has passed. But I'm sure everyone gets it...
This weekend I met with Greg, who will be crewing for me at the Umstead 100. It was good work session to let him know about my tendency and what he could expect to have to do. Everything was OK. My run that morning wasn't too bad. I stayed out of Umstead and drove up to the Mountain-to-Sea Trail along Falls Lake after taking my parents to the airport. I was planning on 40 miles; my longest training run to date (excluding actual races). Due to being unfamiliar with the course, it was just 35. The course was serene, but I wouldn't say scenic or beautiful. After about 5 miles it all seems the same.
Any hoot, it wasn't until Sunday while at work. I just suddenly thought and realized "Oh, sh*t. I'm running A HUNDRED MILES IN 33 DAYS."
I don't freak out. But I was probably a fidgety for a while.
5 weeks to go. One week of solid training and then I start tapering.
