Well I'm pretty bummed, it's looking like no excuses for me on Friday with near perfect weather in the
forecast. Highs in the mid 60's and lows in the low 50's. Gorgeous. Still need to do a bit of packing before heading up to the north shore tomorrow, but starting to get some jitters for Friday morning's 8am race start.
This race is easily broken down into quarters. First 25 miles are reasonable when compared to the race as a whole. The goal is to get to Silver Bay at mile 25 in decent shape and do
no minimal harm, because the following 26 miles are a #####. That's the section that kicked my ### in 2016. Lots of tricky terrain, plenty of climbing, and typically the heat of the day to deal with. Once I get through that 2nd quarter and hit mile 51, nightfall will be upon me but I'll be picking up my pacer to get me through the night. My pacer is my same buddy who picked me up in 2016 at Mile 51 in 31st place and moved us up to 14th through the course of the night over the next 35 miles. He's planning to take take us through those exact same sections again, where he's planning to drop off partway into that last quarter at Mile 85 (Temperance River) just as *presumably* daylight is upon us. From there the change from my 2016 race will be that I'll have no pacer for the last 18 miles. Not going to lie...that's going to suck. The largest climb of the race awaits straight out of Temperance, and the remainder of the race is no
cake walk. But regardless, it'll be all mentally downhill from there if we get to Mile 85.
I'm in reasonable shape, though far from ideal. I'm hoping to run at least as fast as I did two years ago, which was 27:22. That was my first 100 miler, but I was better trained that year than I am currently. Now? Experience. At least that's what I'm banking on.

I *think* I'll be disappointed if I don't run at least 27:22, but admittedly my 2016 race went almost flawlessly and anything can happen on this trail. Here is my
pace chart that I'll be carrying with me. Should give you a good idea of what type of pace I'm on at any given aid station. I did notice that reported times at the first aid station was waaaay off two years ago, I'm sure due to the volume of runners through in such a short amount of time so my pace card is when I actually hit that aid station. I've got my 2016 time into each aid station on there from when I ran 27:22, as well as some average aid station times from last year for those runners that ran in roughly 25, 26, 27, 28, and 29 hours. And by God if I need to reference the last column please intersect me out on the trail and push me off a cliff. Also included for personal reference the number of minutes I spent in each aid station two years ago, and my goal for each aid station this year. Hoping to shave some time by being more efficient in and out. All that said, I just need to finish. The field seems markedly faster this year than any year I can remember, so it'll be fun to see the top guys this year. My prediction with the perfect record is that the 19:30 course record falls.
So here's where I'm at. I quit a 100 mile race last summer...at Mile 78. I was totally untrained. I was mentally beat down starting 25 miles into the race. It was wet and muddy, followed immediately by hot and humid. I had chaffing so bad I had to hold the sack away from my legs for the last 10 miles. In hindsight, those were all just
excuses. I could have finished that race. It would've sucked, yes. Badly. But not as bad as that feeling the next day of a DNF
knowing that I could have finished. Unless I break or tear something this weekend, or I get pulled from the race by someone other than myself, that's just not happening again. Not. Happening. That's what I've been promising myself and I'm putting it out there for public shaming if I don't uphold that. Figure that's more fuel for the mental resolve fire when the #### hits the fan. And it will.
If you get bored and want to follow along (slooooooooowly of course), I'm
Bib #125 right here. And I think their
Facebook page typically has updates. See you on the darkside fellas.