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By the time I reached Eagle Trailhead, I was already struggling. The bonus oranges I packed to reward myself at mini-milestones, such as covering 20 miles, 25 miles were already gone. As I turned left and headed towards the Boulder Reservoir on the dirt road, I didn’t run anymore. Keeping forward motion was already a challenge. Then I thought about all the great, motivating stories about how other ultrarunners overcame this low point, pushed through and finished gloriously. Then I grabbed my phone and called my wife to come and pick me up. Less, than a half marathon distance into my attempt to cover the Trail Around Boulder was concluded for the day…

On the back roads of Boulder, CO
On the back roads of Boulder, CO - It is going to end here...

I don’t remember exactly when and how I stumbled upon the trailaroundboulder.org website, but as soon as I mapped out the route myself, I knew I wanted to run it. 2015 seemed to be a great year to do that. I was on a roll with a strong, focused training. I was on a mission to finally break four hours in a Marathon distance. A mark I missed previously enough times that it became a trend for me. A trend I wanted to break.

I was scheduled to run the Chicago Marathon, so I thought I can give the Trail Around Boulder (TAB) a try sometime after the Marathon, while I am still in good shape. I was counting on catching the Colorado Fall weather: cool temperatures with sunshine. What a great plan!

After I achieved my goal at the Chicago Marathon, I felt stronger than ever. The TAB was told to be about 37 miles long. I was confident that I can cover an extra 10 miles. Despite of not feeling very well on the morning of my run, I was still confident. I also casually ignored the fact, that I packed the heaviest backpack ever: I have never ran with that much weight on my back. I was planning to have my longest run ever. But as I left the Chautauqua parking lot, I was determined. As I started, I was even jogging uphill, despite the backpack felt too heavy at every step.

Morning view of The Flatirons from Chautauqua Park in Boulder, CO
Morning view of The Flatirons from Chautauqua Park in Boulder, CO

Later as I was moving northbound through the Foothills Trail, I was behind schedule. I was doing the math in my head: “Covered this much in this much time, keeping up with this pace, I could be done by…” At the same time I was waiting for that miracle spark to find me that would give me the strength I didn’t expect I will have to work on finding until much-much later that day. That magical spark probably didn’t get the memo as it never showed up. So by the time I reached Eagle Trailhead, I was already way behind schedule and struggling…
My wife drove me home and just like that: my 2015 running season was over.

2016 and 2017 went by without even an attempt. Either due to lack of a proper training cycle, or lack of my confidence or whatever other excuse I could pull out of my sleeves.

Cutting through near Red Rocks in Boulder, CO
Cutting through near Red Rocks in Boulder, CO

Finishing my first 50 miler in 2017 gave me a much needed confidence boost. So heading into 2018, I was already pretty determined to go back and take care of my unfinished business. Maybe sooner than later. Use it as a training run of some sort for other 50 milers I was planning to run in 2018…

Despite of some inconsistencies in my training (most importantly lacking a consistent strength training effort), the first half of the year saw me spending increasing number of hours out on the trails. I ended up setting numerous PRs on local trails. I set PRs on days, I didn’t even expect. At the end of long weekend runs, I felt already stronger and stronger. The training could have been better, but could have been much worse as well. It was good enough. Good enough for me.

Morning view of West Boulder
Morning view of West Boulder

I drew up a new plan, secured the necessary “wife-support” and set the date. Rain or shine: June 10, 2018. Leading up to that date, checking the forecast, it was pretty obvious that it will be shine. Maybe even a bit too much of it: temperatures around 90F (32 celsius). We’ll just deal with it! Actually I will just have to deal with it.

So on June 10, 2018 at 5:37AM, two and half years after my failed attempt, I left the Chautauqua parking lot again. I was determined again.

To be continued…