–I am signing up for this 50k. As a training run.
-Oh, you run marathons? That’s real cute.
–I am wanting to PR this 100 miler. I heard this trail was flat and fast so I should have a good chance.
–That trail looks super technical, hilly, rocky, and hard as sh*t. Right up my alley.
–Mountain race? Sounds amazing, I’m in.
–Power hiking up this crazy rocky climb and then running down it? Sounds like a good time.
–Where’s the pickle juice?
–AT THE AID STATION of mile 35: I could go for a caffeine boost. Hand me that Dixie cup of Coca Cola or Ginger Ale.
–I feel like I’m going to pass out. Or possibly die? No worries, I’ll get through it.
–Mile 75 and my body does not want me to do this. But my mind does.
–Let’s just go tinkle in the woods. Not the same as a porta potty I guess.
–Let’s make friends with this random person that is running my pace in the woods. Just because I can.
–I smell like death. That’s cute.
–Oh, you like 5k’s? I cannot remember the last time I did that.
–I need a pacer that I specifically won’t want to murder at mile 60. Want to join?
–Hey volunteer! You are cool and all but, I’m NOT almost there. That’s the dude in front of me that is running the other lesser evil of a distance. So you can go kick rocks. Thanks.
–YES…I did post that I ran a 30 mile training run today. I am dang proud of myself. So let me brag and then go about my business. Sometimes we need our little moments to shine.
–Buckles are definitely the new medals. Believe it.
Any other ultrarunner unicorns out there? I know I’m not the only crazy one…haha.