50 kilometers

I mean, really, how bad can it be? So I signed up for a 50K, partly inspired by my friend Eric’s epic death pics and some encouragement from Kurt. When I signed up, I hadn’t been able to run a 5K non-stop but after a year from regular running it took me a couple of weeks to iron out the kinks. I can run without shin splints, back pain and a general feeling of dying on the side of the road because of a lack of cardiovascular fitness. So yeah, 16 weeks to start training for a 50K. I know I can cover the distance and I can move for that long but can I do both in 7 hours? Nope. 8 hours is what I’m aiming for. The 7 hours is the time limit but I’m just hoping to finish.

So let’s sign up for a 50K www.elscorchorun.com. I’ve also never run a marathon so “if you’re going to be dumb, you gotta be tough” as Cadre Bert likes to say. I’m usually just the former so we’ll see if I can make it to the latter. I like running, really. I just suck at it. I suspect most people would be the same way if they gave it a chance. The more you suck at something the more you should do it. Maybe that’s why I keep doing these events. I suck at life and this is a good way to feel alive. Generally, the feeling of being alive is beat into you the day after the event when it takes all you got just to make a trip to the bathroom. Or I could be crying since crying always fixes everything.

I don’t know why I sign up for these events other than the fact that they are dumb. “You know what’s dumb? X-event? Let’s do it!” Initially it was to see if I could do it, and I’ve proven that I can at least fake it to the end and steal a patch. And if I hated my life that’d be one thing but I don’t. I’ve got it pretty good I mean. I don’t have much stress, I like my job, I’ve got reliable transportation, a sweet hammock and no glaring health issues other than being obese. Certainly not perfect but if you ever hear me bitching about something, let me know I need to shut the hell up.

So sign up for some events with me that ultimately lead to us climbing in some bodies of water and peeing on ourselves.

I’m swear I’m retiring from this and I’m not addicted, honest.


Eric says to do a 50K while listening to Chariots of Fire