When the Wheels Fall Off in the Home Stretch

This was supposed to be a recap of the training for my first 50 mile race.

It was going to be out at Monument Valley, where several of my friends were running the 50K. I was going to tell the story of how I found it, why I signed up for it, and what I learned training for it. Instead, it’s an announcement of failure.

A week before the race, I came down with the flu. I was laid out for almost three entire days. After that I started improving, but it was slow. I could still hardly move by the end of the week. I’d get up and move around the house, then have to take a nap to recover.

I had to cancel the race.

I just can’t even bring myself to write more about it than that. I’m devastated. I contacted the race organizers, and they gave my a partial rollover toward the event next year, so I’ll still get to do it. I just don’t think it’s going to be the same as it would have been the first time around. Next year, I’ll have at least one 50 miler and maybe two under my belt. It won’t be the adventure into the unknown that it was going to be this year.

I’m still recovering from the flu and probably will be for a while—it really kicked my butt—but all I can think about right now is how I can knock out a 50 before summer sets in and get that monkey off my back. I don’t think it’s going to be pretty, but if I don’t do it, I think I’m going to be real unhappy about it.