On Saturday I set out for a 31 mile run, ended up cutting it short at about 27 because of frost-bite on my finger. It's fine now, and in fact so is everything else! I have been struggling with the feeling of an impending injury the last few weeks, but I realized late in the past week that a lot of that was just the normal soreness of training being 'exaggerated' in my mind by my own neurotic thoughts of self doubt. This run was the 'breakthrough' I needed to convince myself of what was possible. I hadn't ran that far since the summer's epic 33 mile trail run and neither my calf nor my adductor even had a twinge of soreness.
What this run told me was that, YES, I was ready to tackle what has been an ominous goal for me since Aug of 2004 when a stress fracture sidelined me.
I am now officially registered for my first 100km ultra. 27 May, 5am; the Blackfoot Ultra.
There, I said it, can't take it back. In 88 days I will be either well on my way to becoming an ultramarathoner or else I'll be laying on a stretcher wondering what went wrong
Now, to plan one heck of a m&g in Edmonton for the end of May!
Dwayne
Whoa.... 
so I can walk there
