Don't tell me...

So as I posted yesterday, I decided to register for a 50K ultra that takes place 3 weeks after my first Full marathon. I haven't told anyone yet...and for that I'm thankful. A few people have been asking others if they're running it...when they ask someone who's in my situation the peripheral response seems to be scoffing and eye rolling as if to say "yeah right".

This has reaffirmed my decision to wait and see how I handle training before mentioning it that  this is on my radar as a possibility. I really don't know what's going to happen, but just because you think it's crazy for you, don't make it crazy for me.

Four and a half years ago when I decided to go from a 300+lb couch potato to half marathon, many people told me I was nuts. Go for a 10K why don't you...be realistic. I was told I couldn't run...I was too fat. The list goes on and on...people were not shy in expressing their disbelief and their opinions.

Here's the thing. I was over 300 lbs and I taught myself how to run...no fancy clinic, no support network, just me and the memory of my dad to get me through the shitty parts. I finished my 1st 1/2 marathon in 3:20...with not a stitch of walking...because at that point I couldn't do the whole 10 and 1 thing, for if I stopped...I was done.

I did that.

By myself.

When I was in the worst physical condition of my life.

Since then I've learned so much more, I'm such a stronger person, lighter person and most importantly I've discovered how food effects my body. I recover quickly because my whole world revolves around keeping my body fit and healed. If there's a food out there that can hurt my recovery I don't consume it. Post PB celebrations are limited to foods that I'm not intolerant to and the alcohol is also limited...and I go on a super tough toxin purge the next day. I drink so much water that you could float me out of the room.

The day after a 1/2 marathon I could easily head out for a slow 10k run...I've run 1/2 marathons 2 weeks apart before I became what I am.

This will be no different. If you listen to your body and do what you need to do, not what you want to do everything will be fine.

So just because you chose to celebrate your victories with entire bottles of hard liquor and 24 beer, don't judge me by your shitty recovery. Don't get me wrong...if you want to drink all that go right ahead, you've earned it. Don't judge me by the standards you hold for yourself either.

I'm sorry if I remind you that anything is possible if you're willing to sacrifice enough for it. It all comes down to what's important to you...and this is important to me. I have the strongest motivator I the world...the whole reason I started this journey. My dad. I know that he will help me get through the hardest parts of this...because he always does.

This is going to be epic.