OK, ok, so I admit. I spoke with my “old” coach that I have been training with for a year now.
And, he asked me not to give up on him.
I told him how the mountain running was just not doing it anymore and how I really like the run/walk/run on Saturday mornings with the gang. I am a social animal.
Then I told him that Chicago was off the table. I am deferring my entry for the marathon until next year so that I can venture to Scotland and Ireland.
So, he says that most folks who he trains that run/walk/run are ultramarathoners. And, given my propensity to go long distances and hold up pretty well, he wants it to be a goal. He thinks it is time.
I gave him two races. Freetown 50 and the Vermont 50.
Well, I pushed him for the 50K (35 miles or so), he said I could try the 50 miles. I am not sure that I am quite there yet.
To be honest, I am scared of an ultra. I was signed up to go to Moab, Utah this past February to run my first 50K in the desert, but my grandfather passed away, and that put a kink in my training. He and I both agreed that I did not have the training needed. Ultimately, I was relieved.
I suppose I just must bite the bullet and do it this time.
I can’t seem to wrap my brain around distances beyond the marathon and on trails in the woods to boot. They are too imposing for me. I guess it may be time though.
So there you have it. An enormous mid-course correction change.
Let’s see if he says 50K or 50 Miles and go from there.
I will put in the training, but then I need to find the courage.
Where does one find that?
Next week, training resumes again. My “old” coach allowed me a few weeks to “get this out of my system” and process it. I did. It felt like a mid-life running crisis. Although much has these days for me. That is OK though.
I made many decisions and chronicled them here. Now, it is time to get serious again, and he will provide the structured daily program (which I NEED), and I will grind it out.