One week ago, I was finishing up the TARC 50 Miler… I’m now almost fully recovered from running 50 miles with about a pound of water and mud in my shoes, which definitely tweaked the muscles around my ankles. I have been mostly swimming, though I went for a slowww 7 mile run on Wednesday and then a 2 mile shakeout jog on Thursday. Training for the Vermont 100K resumes in about ten minutes.
Photos taken during the race were subsidized courtesy of GU, who makes those disgusting yet vital Chomps energy chews that have gotten me through so many long runs.
Looking at this finish-line photo, I’m reliving the quandary: running made every muscle in my legs groan, yet walking made me want to vomit. If I stopped running, would my digestive system finally muster the blood flow to regurgitate 12 hours of GU?
No, it didn’t. Though I’m sure they would have taken a photo of that, too…
Finish line
