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Buffalo 100: Pre-Race Euology

Why does writing this pre-race ramp-up feel like writing a eulogy?
Buffalo 100 mile race
In a way, this is a eulogy, which I dedicate (with sincerest apologies) to the early death of my hopes and dreams. Hopes and dreams for race day performance, I appreciate your novel coercion to get me out running when I should have been recovering from injuries. Your lofty ways convinced me to attempt long runs when I had the stomach flu, fevers, sinus infection, and various lower leg injuries. In the end, it was your perfectionist flaw that took you down.

In conclusion to this eulogy, I will reference a vague saying. “When someone dies a baby is born and thus is the circle of life.” While a terrible condolence and a poor attempt at a fallacy of logic, I will use this quote. So, with the death of hopes and dreams for race day, something new is born: sullen low expectations.
Earl: "You better be able to outrun me, woman."

Oh, I’ll try my darndest to reach my time goals and get to my mile markers on time. But I’m expecting utter failure. I went into the Bryce 100 all butterflies and cherry sundaes and rainbows, and you know what that got me? A Big Fat Ankle and a Big Fat DNF. A positive attitude isn’t everything, right? And for the Buffalo 100, it isn’t anything, since it doesn’t exist.

Truly, this race goes against my traditional style of ultra-running: it’s cold, has people that I know, and is flat. Why did I even sign up for this?! Mostly it was because Scott told me I could kick him where it hurts if I have a bad day. Something like that. I’m sure he’s banking on me not being able to lift my legs to kick after I finish. He’s probably right. Dang, outwitted again.

Here are a few highlights from my severe lack of training for Buffalo 100:
  • No ultra length distances pre-race. Awesome, right? No 50 milers, no 40 milers, oh wait…. no 30 milers either! Also of note, no time on feet runs. Yep. Fantastic. I anticipate frozen hamstrings and stiff hips by mile 20.
  • The Wedge: This was the great run down in Southern Utah where I got a fever (probably because I had the stomach flu 2 days before and had a head cold that was in the process of becoming a sinus infection…) I then got dizzy and took a nap on the trail. Sweet friends Matt and Scott gave me Tylenol and walked me through a shortcut to the finish. To make it more embarrassing, this group run was filled with a dozen or so locals, most of whom I met that day. I make an excellent first impression.
  • Personal worsts on all my favorite flat trails. Super cool, right?
  •  The race is two weeks out and my legs are too trashed to run at all… even though I’m a week into my taper. This taper must be going extraordinarily well. Can I just sit on the couch now? Will the race be called “off-the-couch” if I sit on the couch for 2 whole weeks? Please?

Well, if nothing else, I’ll wear my buffalo earrings for my date with Earl and go out for what I’m sure will be a “great learning experience” before my other adventures this summer. This is an ultra-runner’s way of saying “I am financially invested in this and therefore must make value in what will be a Very Painful Experience.”
Ready for my date with Earl.

All those well-wishers who may view this as some sort of self-condescending plea for good luck: it’s really not. Send your good luck vibes to my poor pacers who will have to deal with me all night. I pity them already. (By pity I mean appreciate. *cough)


Well, until the race report. Over and out.

Comments

  1. Most everyone goes into races with trepidations, but you really have had it rough with your setbacks. You're one of the least complaining people I know. Even if you don't go into this at 100% you'll find a way to make the most of it and to get you ready for your other adventures planned this year. It will be fun!

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  2. Well you're welcome to run 50 miles with me at a non Jennilyn pace in two weeks. Sounds fun right?

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  3. Just pretend you're me and run REALLY slow. But really, how can the Buffalo Run be bad with BUFFALO EARRINGS! (((jealousy))) I hope you have some fun out there. I know I will! :D

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