Middle Aged Teen Angst & Dog Turds
The following sums up the way I've felt the past two days...
Last week my neighbor's dog shit in my yard. So before I mowed the grass I shoveled it up, bagged it in plastic grocery bag and put in the garbage can in the alley. Last night when I took more garbage out, I noticed that the can was filled with rain water, so I dumped it out. There was some random bit of garbage that fell out; A Coke can, a random candy bar rapper, and a small plastic grocery bag. I started to pick the items up and throw them back in the can. I picked up the grocery bag (haven forgot what it was recently used for) and liquefied dog turd spilled onto my hand. Smelly, tan, warmed by warm summer rain, not MY dog, dog turd. On my hand. Oh life. How I love thee.
I won't go into the mental lull or the extent of my teen angst or how I've been taking ennui to new levels. What I will say is that I did find time in between Morrissey songs and being a dick to all who I come in contact with to look up some of my Mohican 100 history. It tells a few stories, lets take a look...
2006: Time: 11:23, 19th out of 56 starters
2007: Time 10:27, 39th (right behind Mr. Hilimire) out of 71 starters.
2009: Time 9:46, 62nd out of 123 starters.
Seeing this made me feel good for a few reasons. One of course is that my times HAVE gotten better over the years. I mean really, look at 2006... Over 11 HOURS?? WTF? Granted courses change, conditions change, etc., but it's still nice to see some progress even though my placings don't show it. It's also cool knowing how I felt after the race. No, I wasn't ready to go another 50 miles and I was hurting, but I wasn't destroyed either. Not sure the reason, but I have felt good at the end of every race so far this year. Not giddy like a school girl, tingly in the nut region, song and dance show tune singing, type good, just not destroyed. That is a big to me.
What also is super cool is taking a look at the start numbers. In 2006 there were 56 Open Male racers. In 2009 there were 123. That's more than double. And that rocks. I think these endurance races just my catch on! ;)
I also wanted to jot down things that worked nutritionally for me.
1. CytoCarb II (4 scoops) mixed with powdered Gatorade (1 scoop). 3 bottles used in race.
2. Each bottle also contained several drops of Elete. (not one cramp in 100 miles)
3. Vanilla PowerGel: I think I ate 6 to 8.
4. 3 Musketeers and Snickers. 4 to 6 "fun sized" bars. Better and cheaper than 99% of all sports bars.
5. Cold Pepsi got me through the last 8 miles or so of the race. Bbbbburp!!!
6. I was also forced to use some Heed and regular bottled Gatorade. I used to be a HUGE Heed fan. Now, not so much. And bottled Gatorade taste like straight sugar.
So that is my post race week in a nut shell. Dog shit, angst, race nostalgia, and junk food nutrition.
Time for bed.