Pride is a horrible thing — especially when you let it almost derail your long-term goals.
The day before the Frozen Heart 50K, a coworker asked if I was going to try and win. It was the first time I’d been asked that in my running carreer and for once it — winning a race — was actually not a completely absurd idea.
My long term goals this year involve running multiple endurance races, I need to focus on quality time on my feet — not PRs during February 50Ks. But last month I let my pride get in the way and the end result was me walking it in from Mile 17.
I was bonking.
My Achillies hurt.
And I just didn’t want to run anymore.
The Feral Ultrarunner 