I am somewhat of a dork. Gray Brooks jacket and brown shorts...what's up with that? I'm a bit on the pudgy side but there's one thing you can't see that was very strong...my brain.
100 milers are run in the mind. I am now more fit, 20 pounds lighter, and in some aspects stronger...but the power of my mind wanes. Not in an intellectual way but in the "must finish at any cost" dimension.
I'm still toying with the concept of running the Georgia Jewel 100 mile this fall. I'm initially taking a "start the race and see how things unfold" attitude. That mindset in itself can breed defeat. One must make the commitment to finish and for me that has to be an all or nothing proposition.
Master competitors must also factor in age and ability. My body cannot take what it once could so there has to be a logical point in 100 miles when it's continue...or pack for home to save what's left of one's carcass.
I'm not sure where this 100 mile fever will take me but I'm a kinder, gentler person that I used to be. Maybe eight (8) prior finishes will have to suffice. I must live in the place God has placed me - past, present and future.