With my 50 mile race being just 3 short days away, I guess I'll try to face reality and address it in this blog.
Some preparations: I spent some time Sunday researching ultra marathon tips for running and for what to pack, and made a detailed spreadsheet with all sorts of things I need to do, bring, wear, and put in my drop bags. The race offers two drop bag locations, which seems pretty generous, at miles 23 and 39. Drop bags mean you put things you will need later on in the race in a bag, and the volunteers will have it ready for you at those points. Which is extremely nice and helpful of them, but I have no idea what I might need or want at mile 23, and especially not at mile 39. Hopefully it will be whatever the people who wrote the ultra marathon websites I looked it wanted at those miles, because that's what I'm packing.
Kari helpfully suggested yesterday that I pre-write a post in the event of my untimely death, schedule it to publish Sunday morning, and just cancel it if I do actually survive. I said I would be too busy packing drop bags and watching vampire births, so she said to give my login information to my mother, who would inform my faithful readers why there would be no recap post. So, Mom, keep an eye out for that email.
She also said that the lead woman ran JFK last year in something like 10:28, so there's some idea of how long the race will take.
I have demanded that all my friends who will be seeing Breaking Dawn with me Friday night carb load while we watch, and I think that will help.
I have no real specific hydration or nutrition plan, other than to drink a lot and eat a lot at every aid station. I am also bringing some food of my own and Gus just in case I get hungry in between stations.
I also have no pacing plan, other than to avoid going out too fast, and to walk the hills. I think the dark at the beginning will help to prevent that.
So, all in all, I pretty much have no plan, except to try to run/walk/crawl 50 miles. I'm a little sad that crossing the finish line will be so anticlimactic - no medal, no finishers area, no cheering spectators, just cross, find Eric, and go home. I'm sure I'll do enough bragging to make up for that though. Cross your fingers for me.