It's finally time. I can't take it anymore. The cold is driving me away to the lovely, warm, juniper-and-sage-fresh Central Oregon for the opportunity to run on dirt! Hey! Dirt! I love you dirt! I... missed you... diiiiiiirrrrt. Mmmmmmmmm... I can imagine it already.
On Sunday, I will be running the Peterson Ridge Rumble, a 60k trail run in the mountains just outside Sisters, OR. Am I ready? Am I properly trained? Will my body hold up to 38 miles of trail running? Does a radio-active cat have 18 half-lives? The answer is, 'I don't know', but I'm cautiously optimistic. Frankly, I expect to be so thrilled to be running on those soft, pine-needle covered trails that I'll hopefully forget about any sort of discomfort and distress and skip and laugh my way down the trail portraying a certain level of psychosis that would most likely give the average trail-goer cause for concern, except on this day, I will be surrounded by the same kinds of people who think running 38 miles through the mountains is the best way to spend a Sunday. Can't wait to see everybody out there! I'll be the one with a goofy grin smeared across my face! Let's go!
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Hi, Trevor!!! Sorry I am so "social butterfly" before the race (and during, and after...you get the picture), but thanks so much for coming over and saying "hello". I'll be looking forward to reading your report!
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