Not for nothing, but I signed up for the Fool's Gold 50 (60?) late Sunday night. Not entirely sure why, but I know I'll probably be shaving off my mustache when I'm done racing for the year, so perhaps it's just to keep it a couple weeks longer. I'm also stoked that the venue has returned to a little more after party friendly status, complete with camping and such.
Wasn't too hard of a decision to do the 60 miler over the 100 (which is actually 90). Shenandoah Mountain 100 is just two weeks before the FG, and I didn't want to spend nine to ten hours in the Virginia mountains thinking about nine to ten hours in the Georgia mountains in my near future.
I don't really foresee any real podium chances down there. With the NUE Marathon series drawing in riders like Ernesto Marenchin and James Litzinger (who both have a shot at 1st in the series), not to mention the usual suspects and the Motor Mile Mafioso (aka: Dicky Dream Sqaushers), it would take a miracle to get me on the box.
Not looking forward to the fifteen mile gravel and pavement lollipop stick out (or back), but the lollipop itself has some awesome single track. It's good enough that it only takes me a year and a half to forget all the soul-sucking road sections and only remember the good times, thus my almost biannual appearance at the event.
Oh yeah, yesterday I restarted my running campaign for the third time since I started the restarting this summer. Over two weeks ago, I went out and ran almost six miles at a 7:40 pace... and then it hurt to walk the next day. Even worse another day later. My feet parts (upper foot to ankle) hated me for that. Damn it. Back to two milers at a much more reserved pace.