My reasons for participating in endurance sports have changed over the years. Initially, it was a vehicle for keeping my weight in check but it almost immediately turned into an obsession with distance and / or speed.

I've always been fascinated by the question of whether or not I could go farther or faster.
 
I still am.


 


Back in the early days, I remember running the

Los Gatos Creek Trail (just some local trail) all the way from Campbell to Los Gatos and back.  Maybe it's 10 miles round trip, not really much by my definition of 'far' as of today, but at the time it was a huge distance.  I was completely demolished by that run but I had the biggest grin on my face throughout the rest of my agonizing day.

Somewhere along the way, I discovered Ironman and I got stuck on that merry-go-round for a while but it seems lately I've stumbled back on to the path where my curiosity for distance lives.

One hundred miles!
  ONE HUNDRED MILES!  I look in the mirror and that's what I'm thinking. 
I'm definitely having some inner / outer body experiences lately.

While traveling to
Arizona, I felt prepared physically and mentally.  But at times, I would catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I would think: 
"You're nuts!"

I will come to grips with that and a hundred miles will just seem like Ironman.
  And to be honest, it was an 'easy' hundred.


I like saying that because it's comical.
 
In terms of difficulty though, the Javelina Jundred is not as difficult as many of the other almost sadistic hundred mile runs out there.

It was a good first for me in so many ways and my take away is that I want to do another.
 
There wasn't even a moment of hesitation.

This past weekend, the lottery for Western States opened and despite my reservations, I tossed my name into the hat.
  Like every other event I've approached for the first time, I'm scared but the lottery makes it easy because I have about a 10% chance of getting in.


Slim odds allow me to pull the trigger on the lottery signup; meanwhile, the gears in my head are churning as I figure out how I will get through a race which has elements that do not suit me.


Western States climbs to 8,750', it has a significant amount of ascent and descent, it is a point to point course, it could be hot and / or cold and if that's not enough, according to the course description:
  "MUCH OF THIS TERRITORY IS ACCESSIBLE ONLY BY FOOT, HORSE OR HELICOPTER."  Oh, did I mention there's also a river crossing 78 miles into the event which they call 'dangerous". 
#goodtimes

In about a month, the names will be pulled from the hat and I will know if I'm in.
  By that time, I will likely have a rough plan in place and I will be mentally committed to the race.  If I don't get in, I will be saddened but in my current state of excitedly scared, I'm good with either.  It's funny how that works.