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Oh. My. God. I Just Signed Up For My First Ultra

My hands shook as I stared at the “confirm” button on the computer. Was I really doing this? Was I crazy? I hesitated, then clicked the button.

I had just signed up for my first ultra. It was also my first trail race.

A double whammy of scariness.

Somehow I had managed to corral two of my closest running friends, Heather and Hari, into running it with me. Heather only wanted to run the 20K but I talked her into the 50K.

It’s only five miles longer than a marathon . . .

I haven’t run a marathon in over a year. I’ve hardly run on any trails.

Sepulcher Mountain Trail

My first trail run was down Sepulcher Mountain in Yellowstone at the end of a twelve mile hike. It was impromptu, and we ran because we were cold. It felt like flying.

My next trail run was in the Tetons with my daughter. Leaping over the rocks was like running an obstacle course. I told her, You could break some bones if you fell on these rocks. Tourists gaped at us as we ran past. I felt invincible.

I fell half a mile from the car. It happened so fast I didn’t have a chance to break my fall. I cracked three ribs.

The Grand Tetons

My only other trail run was in Norbuck Park, part of the lake where I run. It has a killer hill where runners like to train. I had just run my last marathon, in Death Valley, and I felt strong and ready to try something new.

After that, I wasn’t willing to drive so far outside the city to run on trails. I told myself I would run trails when I moved to Oregon, or Wyoming, or Montana.

I was kidding myself. That day might never come. All I have is today.

People have told me for years that I would love trail running, that they’re more fun that marathons, more laid back. I know they’re right. My favorite places on earth are outdoors, in nature–forests, mountains, and deserts. Of course I would want to run there.

But I have to admit, running a 50K scares me.

It’s something I’ve never done before. Did I feel this way before I ran my first marathon?

It sounds hard. 31 miles.

Last night I dreamed of running in Palo Duro Canyon. It was beautiful, and the sky mirrored the rocks. I ran on a trail.

Gasp. I’m running an ultra.

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