Sometimes I have stupid ideas. Scratch that — sometimes my friends have stupid ideas, and I go along with them.
If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do it, too?
I mean, if it looked like fun and there was beer afterward, then, yeah, probably.
A couple of weeks ago, my friend Lexie texted to tell me she had signed up for something called "Outlast" and that I should join her. So I said f*ck it, why not? I'm in.
Turns out, Outlast is a trail race. But not just any trail race. You have to run a 5K every hour on the hour for six hours. If you fail to complete the 5K within that designated hour, you're out. The goal is to make it all six rounds without giving up, finishing too late or dying.
I'm actually legitimately worried about that last one.
You know, I haven't trained for a distance running event since the Screencaps Ragnar in October 2024. So what made me think I'm going to be ready to bust out an 18.6-miler in just six weeks is beyond me. I guess it's my insurmountable ego. My delusional faith that I can do absolutely anything, and I'm throwing middle fingers to anyone who tells me I can't.
I know that sounds like an affirmation you might write on a post-it note and stick to your bathroom mirror, but it's gotten me into some precarious situations. This Outlast race is simply the latest one.
But I also keep telling myself if I can just maintain a slow and steady, say, 12-minute pace? That'll still give me roughly 20 minutes to rest, refuel and regret my life decisions in between rounds. That strategy — plus my saint of a husband meeting me with peanut butter and jelly Uncrustables and a Theragun at the checkpoints — might just help me survive this thing.
So pray for me, everyone. I'm going to need it.
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