My stomach rumbles. It's 6:30 p.m. I'm supposed to be leaving for swim class shortly. I'm doing the Planet Ultra Mulholland Challenge on Saturday. 112 miles, 12,750 feet of climbing. I won't lie, I'm nervous. What is this going to do to my Wildflower legs? Is this challenge worth it? Why am I going to do this to myself?
Well, there's only one answer. Because it's there! Because I can. Because Wildflower isn't a guarantee. Really, what is? Life, death and taxes, Mark Twain would say.
Some might argue that I'm hastening one of the three of those inevitabilities by torturing myself for eight hours Saturday morning. I look at it slightly different. If I can get through that kind of agony, then the hills and ensuing run both at Wildflower and Ironman Coeur d'Alene should feel comparably reasonable. Notice I didn't say "easy." I wouldn't do that. An Ironman is NOT easy. But, when the sun starts to go down in Coeur d'Alene on June 26, when I'm at mile 16 and realize I've got another two hours of running, I'll remember the Mulholland Challenge.
How I remember it remains to be seen. But, I'll at least give it my best shot instead of wondering what if.
So, the question remains...pool swim tonight or take some extra time off for added rest?
I'm going to let my car decide. Wherever I end up is what I'm going to do. And you'll have the answer tomorrow.
75 days and counting.