panic....
and think HOLY CRAP what have I done....
The next thought is...
Did I train enough for this?
What was I thinking....
and Finally...
Wow.... the tech T's are really cute this year....
I'm number 63... in a sea of other racers. 150 Runners to be exact....
From teams to soloist's, every age shape and gender is represented....
and I am number 63.....
Female Soloist....
36 years old...
My first Ultra....
50 Miles.... and one really large hill....
Maybe there is some magic in the age and my racing number....
How they magically mirror each other....
Or maybe it's me spinning an old wives tale....
Either way... it brings me comfort....
This is a race against myself... to see just how far I can go...
To experience something that less than 1% of the population will ever experience...
to do something that I can be proud of....
Yet, This journey has not be on my own...As I look over the past 8 months I can see the sacrifice and encouragement of those around me.
My parents sending me little text's... My Dad once telling me, after my first 1/2 of the season, that I had officially run further than he....
My dogs... who looked so longingly each time I laced up without them... and Jade... for all the runs she pulled me through...
My Friends... So many of you... D, Em, B, Wayne, the Sin Skirts.... Those of you who pushed my training just a little further....
The ones who inspired... the Hiro's, Tracy's, Jon's, Jack's and Ian's in my life.....
The ones who healed... Shirley, Dan, Janice.....
My Work Team... who have become my work family.... The support, the love, the encouragement... and the crazy face book post's... for calling me the warrior princess... and telling me I'm crazy.... but mostly for stepping up to the plate so I could go play on the trails.... and for loving me no matter how nutty I became....
Yes this journey has not been alone.... no matter how many miles I logged running in the shadow's.... in the wee hours of the morning..... chasing silly trails, streets, hill's... and dream's... I have come to realize... I have never dreamed alone....
Tomorrow at 3am my alarm will go off.... and I will prepare to face one of the stupidest... craziest... hardest adventures of my life to this date.... and I know that I will not once be alone.... no matter how hard it gets... not matter what my mind says... no matter how tired or sore... I know somewhere at that moment someone will be thinking about me... and yelling... LISA YOU ARE STILL CRAZY..... but YOU WILL MAKE IT THROUGH.....
And at that finish line... when I dance my ass under the banner, and pop that bottle of French Champagne.... I know you will all feel me celebrate.... if even for a moment....
And in that moment... although it may not be at the forefront.... I know I will silently be sharing and celebrating and thanking each one of you... who supported... laughed at... loved... encouraged... and pulled me through.....
And together... we will be an ULTRA......
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