But that is exactly what went down last weekend. In my shame I didn't want to report on this until I fully wrapped my head around the fact that I just might get my ass kicked on November 18 at the Santa Monica Mountains Pacific Coast Trail Run (long title!). I do think that it will be a gorgeous run, and I'm excited and nervous about the challenge of a 30k. This will be the longest run since my 1996 (yes, I'm old) Philly marathon. So, the plan for the next few weeks is to run at least three times a week (which isn't much for some people, but I've slacked off since August) and build up my long runs, incorporating plenty of hills and focusing on long, slow distance.
As for the 30K, I actually had been knocking around that idea, so I can't abdicate any responsibility, as much as I'd like to point the finger elsewhere. In fact, a week before signing up for the race, I hit "reply all" when someone inquired about different people's interest in the Santa Monica run and said that I was in for the 30K. I did not, however, realize to how many people I replied until several people at school came up and said "The 30K?!?!". So, the seed had been planted well before a friend reasoned with me about the elevation issue.
As much as I'm nervous about the distance and the elevation and the challenge of a trail run, I also think that it will be great. This is the only fall race for which I'm gearing up, which is a change from the last two years when I ran lots of different distances (5k, 10k, 20k, even a half-marathon) and focused on speed, to a certain degree. I'll be happy with a good strong race in a beautiful setting and running a new and more challenging distance, for me.
Training started this past week, and my first long run in a while will be this coming Saturday. At that point, I can decide if the decision was foolish or not!