Race report from the Florida Keys: My first 50-mile race

Think I could walk it – maybe Good on you

Fit and Feminist

Editor’s note: I started writing this a while ago but it turned into a sprawling novella, unfit for publication as a blog post.  There’s more I’d like to say, but for now I’ll just give you the race report.

keys-pre-start

Before the Keys 50, the farthest I’d ever covered under the power of my own two feet was 34 miles.  Somehow I was going to have to find it in me to tack another 16 miles onto that.  The curious thing is how little the idea scared me. I didn’t stay awake all night long dreaming of the abyss like I did the night before my second Olympic-distance triathlon, which had me swim nearly a mile in a murky lake that was home to sunken buses and alligators, and I didn’t suggest to Brian that it wasn’t too late for us to turn around and go home the way I…

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