Last night I decided to commit to doing next year's Canadian Death Race. I am so excited I can hardly stand it!
In a nut shell, here's what the death race is going to be like:
"The 125 km course begins and ends on a 4200 foot plateau, passes over three mountain summits and includes 17,000 feet of elevation change and a major river crossing"
This was taken directly from their home page. Did you see that? SEVENTEEN THOUSAND FEET!!!!!!!!!! So I am looking for crew members to support me. Can I take you up on your offer Joanne? Jodie, I expect that you and Dave will be there?! What about you Janet? If anyone else is interested just let me know. It's going to be held during the long weekend in August.
This post is going to be lengthy so I apologize.... lots to fill you in on.
Monday's run: Was a seven mile race pace run. The weather has been so great for running lately. I am enjoying the 15 to 20 degree weather (59-68 Fahrenheit). I know that it can't last forever so I am enjoying it while I can. I am not looking forward to getting up early on my weekends to beat the heat.
Today's run was supposed to be a 23 miler. I forgot my gel shots at home and was about a mile out when I realized it. Lucky for me.... it could have been 6 miles. I did my run and trying to best adjust my distance. Not wanting to short change myself I went a little further and ended up running just over 24 miles. I really need to calibrate my watch to the foot pod again (been saying that forever!).
I was very pumped this morning. I was so excited about the death race that today's run was a PR. It wasn't intentional at all. I couldn't stop smiling.... I smiled the whole distance and waved at everyone (except the cars that didn't move over). I got so giddy at times that I giggled out loud. For those of you who don't know me, I am not your happy-go-luck person who can laugh at just about anything. Not to say that I am unhappy, I just feel my feelings on the inside. This is what I look like after 24 miles when I am high on life. I think I look worse after my 7 miler! hee hee
I am back tracking to Sunday. Andrew and I participated in the annual "Ride For Dad" motorcycle convoy. There were approximately 950 motorcycles. It was an awesome experience to see the group leaving the parking lot. Row after row, everyone fell into place. I can't believe that it was executed so smoothly. We got to drive right through red lights and hold up traffic. It feels just like it does when it happens during a marathon. You feel so special!
I realize that I look a bit awkward in my photo. I wasn't sure how to position myself. :-) I am sure that there is some cool biker pose that I should have been aware of! Please note that my running bandanna works quite well as a do-rag!
The photo above was borrowed from the Windsor Star.
What do we get dad for his 60th/ Father's day gift? I'm afraid to email you in case dad reads your email. I am pretty sure that he doesn't read this. It has nothing to do with fishing or woodworking! hee hee
That's it.... I'm finished!