Actually . . . .
"FREAKING" - Love Ultra[s] but no one seems to have written that song title just yet.
So a few months back, Mandi asked me if I'd be interested joining her Ragnar [6 women - ultra] team. Heck ya, I would.
best. decision. ever.
This is how the conversation went down with the Pita when I told him about it.
Me: Mandi asked me to do a Ragnar with her!
Pita: sweet. when, where, blah, blah
Me: February, Wickenburg to Tempe. It's an ultra.
Pita: So you run an ultra 3 times?
Me: No a total of 37-ish miles
Pita: then that's not an ultra.
Me: well, it kinda is
Pita: It's kinda not too
Me: explain mister
Pita: well . . . . do you run 20 miles on Friday then 6.2 miles on Friday night and say you "ran a marathon"?
I'm sure I'll tick a few people off at some point during this write up. Sorry, in advance, if our opinions differ. First, you must know, I am married to the Pita. This husband of mine speaks his mind and I actually agree with some of it, some of the time.
So before I write up my review of this freaking awesome race, I have a question for you . . . . .
* *What do you consider an ultra?* *
Way too long race report to come tomorrow!!