Hey folks. It's that time again, to punish the crap out of my body! (literally too :hurl
Preface for the newbs:
I'm Nick, aka Donald Duck, aka The Machine (dubbed by Coryna and Joel :wave )
I'm 31, live on the beach in Jersey, and I'm an ultra distance runner.
Last year, 2011, I ran the NJ Ultra 100 miler, and unfortunately, I DNFd at just over 50 miles due to a partially torn ligament. It didn't really hurt, but I couldn't move my leg. Anyway, I pulled out of the race, and that DNF has been the thorn in my side for a year. So, regardless of injury, pain, time, work, sleep, etc...I followed an intense / overkill training schedule that had me logging 130, 140, and 150 mile weeks with two days off (160 one week). I'm able to run a 9:30 pace, for 30 plus miles, for 8 consecutive days. I can go and run a 10:00 pace 50-60 miles on Saturday, loaded with 35 pounds of gear, food and water like it's a morning jog, and still run 26 miles the next day. I can shut pain off. But, when it comes to 100 mile ultras, none of that crap matters because ANYTHING can happen, and probably will. Unlike the wonderful WDW marathons, and most regular marathons, there are people around to cheer you on, and it feels good. Not at ultras. Everyone is humble because they know the punishment that is about to come is going to hurt like hell. No one cheering. No one out on the trail except you and your head, and it's freaking hard. You can all read my "What did you do?" posts, but it does no justice to the hard work and pain I've endured. When I crawl across that finish line in the dark, wreaking, sleep deprived, possibly puking, and completely numb because the pain is so bad it won't even register, it won't mean s___t to anyone except me, no one else. And as I'm icing and drinking my recovery drink and beer, I'll be thinking about the 100 miler I have in September, the handful of 100k and 50 milers I have in April, and the 500 miler I have early next year
Cheers folks.
Preface for the newbs:
I'm Nick, aka Donald Duck, aka The Machine (dubbed by Coryna and Joel :wave )
I'm 31, live on the beach in Jersey, and I'm an ultra distance runner.
Last year, 2011, I ran the NJ Ultra 100 miler, and unfortunately, I DNFd at just over 50 miles due to a partially torn ligament. It didn't really hurt, but I couldn't move my leg. Anyway, I pulled out of the race, and that DNF has been the thorn in my side for a year. So, regardless of injury, pain, time, work, sleep, etc...I followed an intense / overkill training schedule that had me logging 130, 140, and 150 mile weeks with two days off (160 one week). I'm able to run a 9:30 pace, for 30 plus miles, for 8 consecutive days. I can go and run a 10:00 pace 50-60 miles on Saturday, loaded with 35 pounds of gear, food and water like it's a morning jog, and still run 26 miles the next day. I can shut pain off. But, when it comes to 100 mile ultras, none of that crap matters because ANYTHING can happen, and probably will. Unlike the wonderful WDW marathons, and most regular marathons, there are people around to cheer you on, and it feels good. Not at ultras. Everyone is humble because they know the punishment that is about to come is going to hurt like hell. No one cheering. No one out on the trail except you and your head, and it's freaking hard. You can all read my "What did you do?" posts, but it does no justice to the hard work and pain I've endured. When I crawl across that finish line in the dark, wreaking, sleep deprived, possibly puking, and completely numb because the pain is so bad it won't even register, it won't mean s___t to anyone except me, no one else. And as I'm icing and drinking my recovery drink and beer, I'll be thinking about the 100 miler I have in September, the handful of 100k and 50 milers I have in April, and the 500 miler I have early next year
Cheers folks.