Monday was no exception.
Let’s back things up a bit—personal anecdote time! So, last July I ran in the crazy race known as El Scorcho (which I quickly deemed "El Sucko"). The problem with this race is that it starts at midnight. For those of you who know me, that hour is rather foreign to me—I don’t even stay up that late on New Year’s Eve. As you can imagine, running at such an unfamiliar time of day can throw your body off a little.
In. So. Many. Ways.
I need to preface with the fact that I have a pretty weak stomach, especially on race mornings. I’ve mentioned before that I get horrible prerace anxiety, and that only magnifies my stomach issues. Let’s just say that, when I’m at a race, the Port-O is my BFF.
But my body has pretty much adjusted to that, and I’m always good-to-go by the time the horn sounds to start the race.
Unless crossing the starting mat occurs at midnight.
Thanks to (W)FDC for making it known where I was going. |
I will also add, though, that after the race, I didn’t even make it back to where our group was gathered for another hour or so. Instead, I was hanging with my race BFF.
What does this have to do with anything? Well, after vowing never to do that race again and claiming it was the dumbest thing ever invented, I found myself lured into its splendor of insanity once again.
I saw a posting on Facebook that registration for this year’s was open, and the next thing I knew I was on the Web site. Link to the registration page? Click. It’s like my mind was temporary taken over by some weird El Scorcho force as I entered my credit card number and hit the submit button.
Am I really that dumb? Do I honestly want to put myself through such torture again? I don’t think I ate solid foods for a good 27 hours after that catastrophe. Yet, here I was using the convenience of the Internet to help me pursue madness in rare form.
Love the backpack! |
All of the feelings came back to me, and I suddenly felt sick—apparently sick enough to sign up again.
Truthfully, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. But, El Scorcho 2011, my stomach and I will be there.
4 comments:
and I'll be right there with you (with many Monster energy drinks!)
Nature is our friend and enemy sometimes but living it by challenging what challenges us is what make a great difference.
I too have the Port'O friendship and without say Hi to it before a race I'm doomed in the rest of merciless miles ahead :)
You are not crazy is just crazy loves you ;)
Natalie, I don't know if you remember me. I am Rob Phillips' wife. I know you and Rob exchanged emails periodically, and I didn't know if you were aware Rob had a massive heart attack February 15th. He did not survive. His service was February 18th, and afterward, he was cremated.
He always enjoyed chatting with you, and you always brought a smile to his face. :-) Thank you for the joy and friendship you gave to him.
Blessings,
Jerri
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