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10 Reasons I Can Run 100 Miles: Reason #7

the controversy of how applicable this is to running is as debatable as the controversy on whether or not Ryan Gosling is gay and how that could effect the "Hey runner girl" memes. But here it goes anyways:

Reason #7: Sufferfests

A friend recently called me a ring-leader of circus freaks because of my recent experiences putting together fantastic ideas for runs. Ideas like starting a 50k at 9pm, running up a canyon at 4am in negative 5 degree weather (plus wind!), post-holing to my hips for HOURS on end, running the twins and using pepto for the stomach flu to get me thru the run, spending three hours coming down the front face of Lone Peak with scrub oak to the armpits- every step reopening more scratches... Even the "innocent" runs that I've been in charge of have usually involved hail, running out of water, or getting lost.

the snow is only thigh-deep! we're summiting!

haha. And see, I think it's funny! Sure I whine as much as the next person, but I think I laugh about how ridiculous it is even more, and the more awful it is, the funnier it becomes to me.

inversion is a flaming red? guess I'll wear a mask for my 20 miles.

I hear 100's can be a sufferfest. While I've never done 100, I have a lot of experience with suffering...
(This hundo could become a sufferfest if the forecast continues with possible rain/snow.)

the winter suffer-fests are over!

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  1. If there is one thing I don't worry about you during this race, it's your ability to deal with the pain and suffering. I think it is where you will really shine and continue to do well. You got this.

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  2. suffer-fests provide me with killer stories to hear after you get home.

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