I recently took a part time position at the Running Room. I figured it would be a good way for me to learn some new skills and a good way to immerse myself in the local running community. I think it worked.
The other day I was chatting with a member of one of the 5km clinic members and mention something about my obsession with the Death Race. A women overheard me and abruptly changed my focus in the conversation when she said that she had run in the 2012 edition of the race. It was nice to hear what she had to say about the race, because all I have been able to do is read about it. Now I was talking with someone and getting the low down first hand; and I was able to ask her questions too!
As the conversation went on, she stopped to ask me how many ultras I have run.
She looked at me with a confused and bewildered face. As though I had six fingers, or two heads, or maybe she though I was totally crazy.
“No offense, but I don’t think you’ll finish. The finish rate last year was only 36%.”
Did she really just tell me that I won’t finish? She has no idea who I am! Not saying that I am anybody special in this world. I am not an “elite” athlete by any stretch. That is besides the point. I know the odds are against me. But when has that stopped a good Canadian boy anyhow? Take the inspiring Terry Fox, who ran a marathon a day from Newfoundland to some where near Thunder Bay. Crazy eh?
I have no choice now but to prove I can finish this race to one other person than myself. And to add to that, I now have a time goal, 21:29:00.