Next Saturday is THE day! Time to Boogie!
Each year I look forward to the Bethel Hill Moonlight Boogie races. I really don't know why.
For the last three years I've 'run' the 'Baby Boogie' and for three years the race has totally kicked my butt. I suffer and slog my way through the 26.2 miles and finish with an embarrassingly slow time. Totally shot. I really don't understand why I came back after my first year.
Hot as hell at the start (6 pm) . . . high 90s. Then thunderstorms rolled in just after dark. Got so foggy you couldn't see! And got TOTALLY soaked. Then, blisters developed. Tired, beaten and hurting, I limped to the finish in torrential rains. The finish line crew was sitting in a car there. They cracked the window and yelled at me to pick up a mug for my finishers award.
And that year was probably my most enjoyable Boogie!
So . . . . after being beaten down and humbled for three straight years. Did I sign up for Boogie again this year? Well . . . sort of. I did sign up. But since the marathon has my number and kills me each year I decided to change races and enter the 50 miler.
Okay . . . I admit . . . this decision was made in nice, cool weather and alcohol influenced. Definitely not thinking clearly when I sent in my entry. What on earth was I thinking?
"Okay, I better go ahead and send in my Boogie entry or it will sell out. The last three years the marathon has totally, 100% kicked my butt. Do I really want to suffer through another 26.2 Boogie miles. Hell no! Soooo . . . maybe I should enter the 50. How much harder can it be? Yea . . . that's a good idea. Enter the 50. I'll just pace myself and cruise through it. Yea . . . should be easy! Yea . . . that's what I'll do! Enter the 50! Cool!"
So, next Saturday afternoon, here we go! It will take a frickin' miracle for me to finish this within the cutoff. But just maybe a miracle is in the wings! Extended weather forecast says only high 80s at the start.
Yea . . . this should be easy!
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