Some might call it a mid-life crisis, others would call it some winter training motivation and both groups would be right. In any case, gentle reader, I bit the bullet last month and signed up for my first hundred mile race. Time to officially join the big buckle club or die trying. The summer of 2014 was a reasonably good one and I’m pretty pleased with my conditioning. If I can keep that shape through the winter, I might, maybe, be able to finish 100 miles under my own power. In any case, the motivation factor of spending good money on such a far-off, nervous-poo-inducing endeavor is enough to keep me in the shoes and breathing hard.
Furthermore, the summer of 2014 it has been holding on admirably. It’s been a long and gorgeous fall and we’ve been treated to a solid two months of glorious Indian Summer*. However, if weather forecasts were to be believed (and they were!), that would come to a screeching end sometime on Monday afternoon as a polar vortex bore down on us from Canadia. It’s going to be a long winter and by June I’m going to be seriously Jonesing for some mountain time. Best to make use of the tag end of 2014 before winter shuts it down.
So, up to Hessie and a nice very-late-summer jaunt up to Devil’s Thumb Lake. Windy and cold, some decent ice around 10,000′, some moderate postholing and drifting below 11,000′, but still summer dammit!
12 nice miles, 2400′ of gain, and no more of that until I’m well into my pre-ultra taper. Time to log some long miles at lower elevations.
*Or is that Native American Summer? Whatever.