Crazy Train

Ok, I have officially taken a ride on the Crazy Train. Why would any sane person run 22 miles? Only someone who is certifiably crazy would pull such a stunt on an out and back trail. I'd like to introduce you to that person. Her name is Natalie.

For some idiotic reason, that I thought was actually based on careful thought and research, I decided that 20 miles wasn't enough. My body needed to be taught that when we hit the 20 mile mark in the marathon we're not done yet. 22 seemed like a reasonable number. 23 seemed like it might kill me; 22 did not.

I got to the Little Miami trail a little before 8 this morning. Can you believe I had to wear a long sleeve shirt over my sleeveless top to start? And gloves! It was 40 something degrees and I was freezing. I had slept fitfully last night, waking up periodically thinking about how many miles I'd go in each direction so as to make it a perfect 22 with no opportunity to wimp out. I started out going south on the trail. I've never gone south for more than 5 miles, but it was so nice and quiet that I continued the same way for 7 miles. Unfortunately, that meant 14 miles without a bathroom! Back at the start, I took care of business and headed north(ish) on the trail for 4 miles where there is another bathroom. 4 back to my car and I logged 22.

I brought Skyline home for the rest of the family, had an ice bath, a warm shower and washed my car. Tomorrow I get a massage. Right now I need a nap.

WTD: 52
MTD: 183.34 (lifetime monthly high)
YTD: 1149.69