I'm drinking a protein shake while I write this post and desperately trying to remember what I've left out of my bag for the weekend. In just a few hours I'll be heading up to Silverthorne to spend some time at altitude with my wife and son before the big showdown on Sunday. I'm excited. My coworkers pretty much stopped working when I told them I was taking Friday and Monday off to go race 50 miles in the mountains. Mostly, I don't think they understood, but that's ok (not many people do). What do I hope to gain from this race? A finish. Some more confidence. It'd be nice to have a bit of swagger back; something I haven't had since collegiate baseball.
Wish me luck, I just may need it.