It’s hard to believe that the Superior 100 is just a couple days away. I’ve been preparing for this race for so long that the reality of it is jarring. It’s served as this shapeless thing, guiding my actions and fueling my motivation, but I never thought it was actually going to happen.
This story started almost two years ago. I limped away from the Moose Mountain Marathon badly broken, but not dispirited. I told my parents, “Next year, I run the 50 and the following year, the 100.” It seemed like nonsense at the time. I was a mess.
“Are you the dude who got smoked by the tree?” he asked me.
I gingerly rubbed the top of my head.
“How’s your pride?”
I conceded that the pride had taken quite a blow, but if I walked away without a concussion, I would be happy. We had a good chuckle.
Last year I signed up for Eugene Curnow on the Monday after the Afton 50k. The race was five days away and I was in terrible shape. Consequently, I’ve spent much of the last year gloriously describing it as a work of absurdity, a course so difficult that it defies description.
After racing 6 weeks of intense racing between May and June, I wasn’t going to race Afton this year. However, after a couple days training on the SHT and then racing Bryce, I realized that I needed more time on the trail. My trail fitness was disappointing.
Week one: Superior 50km
Week two: Med City Marathon
Downtown Rochester is comprised of corridors that connect in a seemingly linear fashion. You leave a point, travel to another point, and arrive there without ever diverging from a direct route by more than 100 feet.
Two months ago Jason was sick with bronchitis (or some such nastiness), and his low volume training plan quickly became a no volume training plan. Coming off of illness and averaging only 30 miles/week for the year, things were not looking great for his first attempt at 100 miles.