Runner's Remorse: WTF Did I Sign Up For?

Wake up. Brush my teeth. Wash my face. Take a shower. Get dressed.  Sign up for 10 races. Grab a coffee.  Freak out.  Ask myself WTF did I just do. Pour Devil's Springs Vodka into coffee. Rinse, wash, repeat.

I've done my share of relatively dumb shit -- I'm not sure if I'd count my race calendar as one.  To people who aren't ultra runners or enjoy the stark feeling of dancing with death by blisters may look at me rather strange.  After fixing up this website to make it look like an adult who cares about their life actually blurbs here, I realized that I signed up for a shit load of races this year -- some that's not even on the website calendar as of yet.  I'm looking at a minimum of ten marathons, a 50 miler, one TransRockies Run that total 120 miles with a 20K climb over the course of six days and yeah, I'm massaging the thought of signing up for a 100 miler.  Perhaps I did fall short on a special sort of stupid but I love it.  It doesn't stop me from asking myself what the fuck did I just sign up for each and every time.

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