Well you know what they say: if nothing changes, nothing changes. I have trained for a couple 50K’s on my own, with a plan based off of the book Relentless Forward Progress. Training for my last race in Tennessee left my with runners knee.

The goal has always been to finish. Now that I know I can complete a 50k, the bar has raised. In an ongoing effort to see what my meat machine can do, I have had my mind set on a first 50-miler. I asked my group of ultra-running friends if I should start with a flat 50. The response was yes.

Naturally I decided to do one of the most difficult races I could find, complete with elevation, rocks, and sure-to-be misery. Oh yeah, and some great views.

With aches and pains, and pains and aches, I knew I need something structured. Just running was not going to cut it. Trying to determine how to fit in leg day in the gym with the excessive running required to train for an ultra has always been a puzzle to me. This week, I pulled the trigger to train in Luc’s Pain Cave. That was change numero uno.


I have modified my training plan to focus on quality workouts, each with a purpose as opposed to running blindly.

Right now I am gung-ho and ready to go. Driving to find hills, trails, and to the Pain Cave is going to be a challenge in itself, both mentally and financially. Today was my first day waking up at 5am. I thought the smoke alarm was going off when I heard my phone calling me to attention. I made it to the gym with 10 minutes to spare. Luc knows what he is doing. I could tell after one session that he would help me fix my hip, ankle, and bitchy feet problems. I might get man wrists as well. I was joking with him today, saying “I walked in here a boy, and will leave a man!” Side note: I may need to pay to get the gym floor dry-cleaned with the waterfall rushing out of my body during the workouts.

Tonight after work, I am supposed to do a fitting “Hill-Run.” Finding a hill in South Florida is a struggle in itself; running that hill for 20 weeks without going kamikaze, even more so. Good thing we don’t have any cliffs.

From a psychological perspective, the fact that I am doing so much to prepare will have me believing, even if its irrational, that I can complete this race within the 17 hours allotted. My mantras are “you are a machine,” and “pain is only temporary.”