Prior to this afternoon....I wasn't worried about the Sundown Ultramarathon end of June 2011.
I mean, yes I understand and acknowledge that it is a daunting distance.
84km last year was excruciating enough....let alone increase it to 100km this year.
But the optimistic part of me is looking forward to this race.
Perhaps it is time to see how tough I can be.....or how stiffed-neck I can get.....
Perhaps even to discover how vulnerable my human existence is.
But whatever it is, I wasn't too worried.
Well....I have already signed up. There's literally no turning back...(besides, I've already bought my air tickets to Singapore for race day)
Most probably my ability to complete last year's 84km with only 4 full marathons under the belt and practically NO long runs done in between made me stupidly too optimistic for the upcoming race.
(And yes...I do agree that 100km is a whole different ball game)
During this morning's long run, Winnie was sharing her fears and doubts about completing the 100km race.
I tried to shrug it off. We still have time to train, I kept telling her.
That unsettling feeling inside of me was, I figured, due to indigestion or something.
Ignore it and hopefully it'll go away...that sorta thing.
Post-run, I took my nap (coz besides eating....the bestest thing in life is to be able to nap!!!!) and had the weirdest dream ever......about running the ultra.
I dreamt that I had just 5 hours still to cover the last 50km.
I was tired.
I was confused.
I was sleepy.
I was also extremely irritable.
I kept yelling at someone at the back to hurry up or we'll never make the cut off time.
I also remembered downing many slices (or was it many whole pizzas?) of extra cheese on top of the 4 cheese pizza along the way.....kinda like Dean Karnazes on his very-long runs.
And for some unexplainable reason (that is why it's called DREAMS!), I had the urge to take a shower every few kilometers...(at least I felt fresh even in my dreams)
Post-shower, I had difficulty locating my shoes. I ended up putting on a different pair of shoe each time.
I was still trudging towards the finish line and I glanced down at my Garmin and was horrified that no matter how much and how fast I attempted to run, the distance stayed the same but the clock was ticking away frantically.
I seemed to be the only one who was nervous. Everyone else seemed to be maintaining their cool.
I was literally going psychotic on the other runners.
And I woke up right before I DNF!
I'm rationalizing it as my inner conscious telling me that I REALLY AM worried!!!!
Thankfully....I still have (more or less) 4 months more to train.
And I seriously have to up the ante.
OMG.....what on earth did I get myself into AGAIN!?