02/09/2026
Day 100 of 112 🃏
“I’m nervous. Training has been going too well.”
“You’re just waiting for the rug to get pulled out from under you?” Jamie, my strength coach, replied.
“Exactly.”
I stopped my warm up less than a minute in, to say it out loud. The little niggles are starting to whisper. Nothing dramatic. Just enough to make my brain scan for danger. Funny how when everything clicks physically and mentally, that’s when doubt tries to sneak in.
He reminded me of a few things:
I’ve matured as an athlete.
I know when to push and when to pull back.
I trust the years of training behind me.
And I’m not the same runner who let negative self talk sabotage race day.
This build has been strong. Consistent. Calm. My goal time has quietly started to drop as race day approaches. Not because I’m chasing something reckless. Because the work supports it.
Do I expect a perfect 100 miles? Is a finish guaranteed?
No.
There will be stomach issues.
Blisters.
Chafing.
A low patch somewhere in the middle where moving forward feels negotiable.
But I’m ready for the typical hiccups. I’m ready to adjust. I’m ready to respond instead of react.
The only job now is simple:
Show up healthy.
Keep my head steady.
And when something goes sideways… solve it and keep moving.
Day 112 is coming.
Just fu***ng run.