Confessions of a Dirtbag Ultra

start of Sat 28m Mont Bell trail run

Wednesday I cleaned up and put on my work clothes after an 11 mile run before work. The day proceeded on with client meetings and usual business. Later my boss (aka Dad) handed me a stick of deoderant, raised an eyebrow, nodded and left the room. It is official- I have become a dirtbag ultra. The progression from minor OCD to dirtbag is a subtle one. Not long ago I would have thought nothing of pumping the handsanitizer on my desk after shaking the hand of a person still standing there. Signal: "I don't know if you have germs or not, but I think there's a good chance..."

self aid station at end of 10.5m repeats

A few hints I was heading to dirtbagville-
1. wearing same shorts in 2-a-day workouts.
2. always hungry
3. little sleep
4. wife says- "there is a piece of skin hanging off your foot." me-"oh yes, I've been meaning to get to that."
5. less sleep
6. counting hours between runs as off time
7. no longer meticulously prepping nutrition- now toss everything in a box and fill an old milk jug with Infinit
8. cheeseburgers are s.o.p.

100 miles in 6 days... now hungry for more.

Mont Bell: Biting flies were a big test- 2 rain storms helped though.
The high wind and thunder forced me to practice running relaxed
in uncomfortable conditions.