I foolishly registered to do the Furnace Creek 508 some time ago.
I did it back in 2009 and managed to finish, despite truly ferocious winds. But in 2009 was 5 years and two knee surgeries ago, and I did a whole lot more training than I've been able to do this year. A LOT more.
And the brutal reality is starting to trouble my subconscious. I won't go into the details, but I had a dream recently that had me waiting to start the race, when I was seized a gastrointestinal event forcing me to retreat to my hotel room for some cleanup, only to find out on my return that I had only one crew member and neglected to bring any food or water in the support van. And oh ... I forgot my helmet and shoes ... or did I poop in them too?
So I've a 400 mile ride planned this weekend ... foolishly attempting to cram a lot of training into a short amount of time (or perhaps convincing myself I should withdraw and save my arse for another day). Even better, the 400 mile ride is a matter of circussing around the Palos Verdes Peninsula in 19 loops(!) Believe it or not, a few others are loopy enough (pun intended) to join in for some of the insanity.
Wish me luck ... or an admission into a suitable asylum.