I got an email from a teammate today where I learned that bib numbers are out!
I'll be #401 in this crazy adventure next week!
Over the next week, I'm going to drink like a fiend (water and stuff like that!), but lay off the caffeine so I can shock my system a bit on race day. I've done that before and it works well, for me. Your mileage and GI system may vary. :-) But I know I have to get lots of good hydration in!
I've already started doing the laundry and have just a few things left to do before it all gets real.
Next friday, I'll be attending the Interfaith Breakfast (it's a work thing, and while Fridays are my day off, I think that interfaith relationships and conversation are really quite important. Essential, really, in our day and age). And after I get a little protein and carbs, it's me and my Beetle and my BMC, off to Bend.
Yesterday, I did a little light trail run up Martin Street. I only slowed to a walk twice! And that elevation profile from Martin St. to Fox Hollow is killer. And then I threw in an extra mile down Fox Hollow to Dilliard. The extra challenge was nice, except for the part where I got a little over-enthusiastic and jumped over a tree root instead of swerving about a foot out of the way.
I jumped that root like Superman leaping tall buildings, and then promptly jammed my right foot, big toe side, into this large knobbly rock on the other side of the root.
I saw red. I said some words you guys don't think I know and that I don't use in front of my mother. And last night my toe was purple! Thankfully this morning, it's just a little red.
I might leave the jumping-over-trail-roots for the really hardcore people. I swear I heard that rock and tree root high-fiving each other as I ran away, saying "Got another sucker who thinks she's all hardcore. wha ha ha ha ha."