Every time I go to the Western States 100 Website the race day countdown in the upper right hand corner gives me a reality check. Seriously? 134 days. Oh boy.
As I write this I’m sitting outside Old Town Pizza in historic downtown Auburn, CA. I came down to the course yesterday morning to get a glimmer of an idea of what I had gotten myself into, and more importantly how to get ready for it.
The Western States 100 Mile Endurance Run has been a dream of mine since I was about 10. Somehow the Oregon Public Broadcasting station created a documentary that was captivating for a 10 year old. During my formative years I knew the race would be a major part of my life. Now it is.
This weeks trip to the course consisted of driving, running, camping, waking up to an unreal sunrise, eating too much candy, getting lost, more running, more driving, and generally a lot of exploration. I had the luck of running into veteran racer and WS100 race director Craig Thornley, and WS100 veteran Meghan Arbogast at the Placer High track. I twisted my ankle, found a place to buy ice, found a place to buy pizza, found a curb to sit on, got inspired.
The road to Western States started 15 years ago. And if I may be metaphorical, I’m hardly out of Squaw Valley. The road ahead is hot, rugged, tiresome, occasionally lonely and altogether pretty freakin awesome. I guess this is where adventure begins.