It feels like a lifetime ago, but before I had kids I tackled an ultramarathon, a 50K.
Obviously, I ran a lot back then.
That race’s elevation gain and loss was brutal. It took me up and down — then back up and down — a mountain in the Blue Ridge near an area called Sherando Lake. Thankfully, I had trained well and I finished — with a smile plastered across my face. It also earned me bragging rights for a spell.
It took two babies and a few years off, but I decided it’s time to be a runner again.
I’m in my third month of daily running. I have seven races ahead of me, three of which are half marathons. No marathons in my line of sight, certainly no ultras. But a #runchat challenge got me thinking about next year: The 2014 Blue Ridge Marathon, dubbed America’s Toughest Road Marathon. I think I could aim for that — and earn a few more bragging rights. So this post is about that random chance to win: Me throwing my hat into the ring.
Maybe all this is leading me back to the Blue Ridge…
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