Epics

My name is Kale, and I have an addiction.

I can't stop thinking about the next Epic. It's all I can think about.
It pulls me through this mundane life of work, sleep, repeat.

For some people, escape is sex, drugs, or rock'n'roll.

Mine is food, bike, or run.

I know I'm different than the other endurofiends because they don't need it like I need it.
Like, NEED it.

I got humbled at the Green Mountain Relay. Thought I could stick out any problems, as long as I could walk. Turned out, when I was thrown into that situation, I didn't want to participate on terms that were less than my own high expectations...ie, walking. I put 16ish hours on my feet and said screw it.

Enter the next logical step: 24 Hours Around The Lake Race.

No distance per se, just time...running. I can deal with that.

It makes so much sense. This leaves out the negative mental talk of unfavorable pace projections, and sets me up for just doing my best for 24 hours....and I'm going solo. I need to find that mental toughness...that place in my head where nothing else matters but the finish, and that comes with having no one to talk to or lean on.

Perfect for getting my run game back on track for November, and it'll be my last long workout before 24 Hours Of Great Glen, a mountain bike race 2 weeks after that.

I'm happy about my fitness right now. I'm way ahead of where I was last year.
More ultra runs under my belt than any other year for this time of year.
My biking is WAY stronger than last year already.

Only thing slightly lacking is swim, but that comes rather quickly for me.

I'm ready for my next escape.