Iron Pol

It looks like I might have my next major undertaking laid out before me.  That will teach me to open my mouth too widely.

This morning was a great day for a swim, as several triathlon friends were there for workouts.  It was nice to catch up without the pressure of a big and vital workout.  All too often, my conversation at the pool consists of:

Hit wall.  "Hi." Turn and swim the other direction.

It sort of covers "polite" in that I did, in fact, acknowledge them.  It makes it difficult to see what is happening in people's lives.  This morning was different.  I was able to stop between sets.  While it may have only been 30-60 seconds at a time, it gave me brief opportunities to see what people had on the agenda.

Then, we all hit the whirlpool and caught up.  During the "what's next" part of the discussion, I mentioned that I would have to hit some of the trail races one of these friends will be directing.  I indicated it would be good training for a race I was considering.  "Oh, which race is that," he asked.  "A 50 mile trail race in Kettle Moraine."

"Really!  I'm running that race.  We'll have to do some training, and might even be able to run together in the race."  And like that, my "perhaps" race has become something with a bit more peer pressure.

That's just how I roll.  Come up with an idea and then find someone to light the fire that will be held under my toes for the next six to twelve months.  Some think it's all about self-motivation.  Sometimes, it's just easier to let others provide the motivation.

So, anyone have a training plan for a 50-mile race?

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