Last night I dreamed about the Ice Age Trail 50. I'm not great with the specifics, but it was pretty neutral - I was just running, got to an aid station, saw the tackle box my crew will be busting out at aid stations. There was a scary moment where I didn't see my peeps, felt disoriented, and couldn't find what I needed in said tackle box but mostly everything was ok.
I took that as a sign to drop $140 on registration for the Mountain Masochist Trail Run.
That's a logical conclusion, right?
More about MMTR later, but know this: it will be my first "real" trail run. I don't mean that as an insult to the glacial features of SEWI or the wonderful, challenging, and technical Ice Age National Scenic Trail, which I love with all my heart. BUT. MMTR is 50 miles in the Blue Ridge *actual* Mountains, with animals more dangerous than the turkeys and deer that I have seen and ascents more steep than the very sweet sounding kettles and moraines that have been my companions these last few years. Plus it's my first non-local race. Should be a game-changer!