Since the birth of my fitness loving alter ego “Pe Tank Ass” – being physically active without limits has been something I’ve strived for. Though I have a pretty sweet home gym set up going on in my basement, housing stacks of plates, barbells, racks, benches, and the like, last year I kind of went bat crap for running, and in turn, I am now 3 months out of my first ultramarathon.
Not just run in a straight line ultramarathon either. Big ass mountains and stuff. Finishing this 50k in under 8 hours is supposedly a rockin’ time. So, I qualified for this in October and committed the week after. Fast forward to a month later where I busted my ankle to high hell and spent my month where I was supposed to be acclimating to the weather and starting ultra training instead I was gimping around and eating anything that didn’t eat me first.
Fast forward to the end of December when I decidedly was healed, but running outside for long distances was neither productive or pleasurable. Fast forward to today where I still am trying to come to terms with the fact that I will be training at the YMCA on days when the temperature is below 35 degrees.