I had another epic (for me) sleep last night. I hope to be racing 50 miles next month in Alabama. I'll mail my entry in tomorrow. The course is flat trails (700ft of elevation change every 9.5 mile lap). It's a whopping $32.00 with a race cap of 108 people. 108 people? $32.00? Kind of odd. I like it already. I may have to bring the cowboy hat.
I'm not nervous about the distance... ego? Confidence? Stupidity? I have a sweet 38 mile loop mapped out that I am itching to run, maybe tomorrow. It finishes with a 12 mile climb from 5300ft to 8200ft. That should give me some more perspective. I still haven't started training for next year, I'm still kind of on a break. I'm just piddling around with testing myself to see how I handle really long runs.
And I have a 1 week forced rest starting Friday morning at 9:00am. "Forced" as in I don't want blood filled testicles the size of a grapefruit after my vasectomy. 3 days of bed rest then 4 days of resuming normal activity- which in America means no exercise.
And this morning I jogged down by the wolves. They were howling. A while back, animal control came up and shot 5 of them after they got out of their pen. I think they missed their mates. It was pretty sad to hear.