I thought I wanted to blog about this coming weekend. But couldn’t muster the energy. I searched inspirational quotes. Went over some old blogs. Looked at other peoples blogs. I noticed that a melancholy sense of apathy has set in. My bin is packed. Bags are packed. Everything is prepped and waiting. GPS is set. Time to leave is set. Emergency numbers and contact numbers programed. Fridays events lined up. Alarm set for Saturday. Last “training” run has been done. Rest period is in motion. 1 year of preparation, anticipation and aggravation is done.
At this time tomorrow I plan on sitting on my tail gate in the parking lot above the course, just like I did last year. The Start and Finish line at the bottom of a very steep hill, will lay in front of me. There will be an air of frantic energy as people put the final touches on the race. The trick will be to not buy into that frenetic chaos. Later on at the Outback, there will be an all to familiar fraternity of racers boasting and retelling stories. It will be wonderful. Hurricane Heaters, Trifecta Tribe members, those looking to complete the Trifecta, Beast Veterans and first timers.
On Saturday morning I will take my usual position at the back of the heat. In front of me will be Championship racers and Ultra Beast Individual runners. Behind me Team Ultra Beast Members will be waiting to fill that stockyard like pen behind the starting arch. Every race is different. Every race is the same. Forward until its over. This one will be holding the unique challenge of ending; only to start again and do it twice. I have never done any race like this before. I have never run this distance before. I have however faced many challenges that will be replicated in this race. I haven’t quit on them and have no plans to quit on Saturday. If for nothing else to say yes, I did do that.
I originally pictured the finish line as a goal. But the real finish is so much further than the finish line. Its at the Pickle Barrel for the after party. Its Sunday when those racers take the field. Its next month when people are still asking “Well how bad was it? Really.” Its next year at the Amesbury Sprint. The NJ Super and at the Death Race. The finish will be every single day after the race, whether its training for another race or just having a run. It will be that sense of pride when I talk with these other crazy Spartans and we smile at the word “Crazy”. The finish line is so much more than an inflated arch. Its that accomplishment of completing the task, what ever the task maybe.