This past weekend I accompanied some friends to a 50K ultra trail marathon over in western North Carolina. 50K = 31 miles of ‘running’
It is cray-cray (this is word the kids used to use 2 years ago so it is now hitting us mainstream old people. It means crazy).
The ultra runners are not all bearded and stinky as I previously thought. There were actually some pretty cute ones Heather and I surprisingly pointed out to each other. But the whole thing was a bit ridiculous in my opinion. It was mostly due in part to the fact that it rained all day on the day of the marathon and apparently had rained a ton beforehand so the trails were a sopping, muddy mess. And they were extremely hilly so this particular ultra was more of a hike than a run. Our two friends who did it said they are not all like this. Our one friend, who is a pretty dang good runner (and did the 50 MILE here last year) stopped after the first 16 mile loop this year. It was a different course and he said he didn’t feel like torturing himself on this very slow hike. It took him 4 hours to cover 16 miles.
That is complex math (carry the 2...), but I believe that means he was covering 4miles in 1hr. See? Cray-cray.
However, as you may imagine, I will never ever ever be doing an ultra marathon.
Now get out of here and read the best race report you will ever read.