. . . until the North Face Endurance Challenge 50K at Bear Mountain. Between school, family, and the house, I’m too busy to be nervous, or even really excited. I keep thinking about it, but I have so many other things to do that I haven’t really had a chance to come to terms with how soon it is.
Today I started packing my bag — three days might be a bit early, but if I realize there’s something I don’t have I need a chance to run out and get it. I assume I’ll over pack, in terms of gels and things like that. My first half-marathon, I think I had six GU’s stuffed into my shorts pockets, and of course now I head out the door to run 13 miles without any. Heck, I think my first 10K I took a power-bar, as if I was headed out for the Marathon de Sables instead of a short jog in Central Park and was running a serious risk of dying of malnutrition over the course of 6.2 miles.
And yet, without the benefit of hind-sight, I find 31 miles through the woods intimidating and will undoubtedly end the race with a Camel Pack filled with uneaten gels. I’m still trying to decide whether or not to take my camera to get some shots of the course.