10 Reasons I Can Run 100 Miles: Reason #5

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Reason #5: It's All Downhill

And when it's not downhill, it's because it will be downhill once I get to the top.

Yep, I'm just that good at lying to myself. The ability to convince myself of something I know is a lie is a talent; something perfected through years of running misery, passed down from generation to generation of ultra-runners, who have lovingly shared the sacred art of lying.

The people who say they've never regretted a run, they're lying to themselves. Or maybe they're practicing their talents. Who's to say? The next aid station is always a mile away.... They won't let me drop at this aid station better get to the next one.... That was fast! It must've been an 8 min mile, I bet my garmin has it wrong and it was 8 minutes not 24...

They're only lies once I realize they're not true.

So, I'll promise myself repeatedly I only need to run 6 more miles, and really, what's a 10k anyways? Especially when it's all downhill.

so, while I'm at it, I might add I'm not the least bit terrified of toeing the line. Nope, not one bit.

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the titles we use are amusing and endless...

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