I won't drag this long, as during the 50k on Saturday I had plenty of time to have one thought: boy, I will have nothing to write. And I like it this way! It was as uneventful of a race as it can be, which lead to a great day in many ways.
For a couple of weeks I dreaded the decision on what to do with my last race entry. I even emailed RD's, lovely Justin and Denise Ricks, for the exact rules, and then had Larry forward me hotel reservation in Gunnison to read when would be the last moment to cancel. On Wednesday morning, as I drove to the gym, I looked at the clock in the car: 7:45, I still have 15 min prior 72 hrs cancellation cut off. Got inside, started workout, and after each set, I would be like: I can still walk into the gym's office, get on the computer, and cancel. At 8 am that part was over. I still had until Thursday 4 pm to cancel hotel and recover that money. The clock ticked, and I kept stalling. Once I passed that moment, too, I was committed. I texted Theresa: at the minimum, we're going to Gunnison, seeing Annie and Noah and helping out. The weather prediction for the start of the race was 11F. What do you even wear in this temp?!
The drive was good, the coffee in Gunnison was yummy, and with 8 am start and 10 min drive from the hotel I had a full night sleep. We showed up 6:45 am, got nearly a first parking spot, and waited. At the last minute I decided against the hat and extra pair of sleeves, and went with long sleeves shirt, short sleeves shirt over it, a windbreaker, and half-tights. While it was frigid cold those 5 minutes before the "gun" went off, I could have done with less. Good lesson. We chatted briefly with Annie, Noah and Elliot, and started on the long uphill into the race course at Hartman Rock Park.