Latest form of torture...

So, in May I finished my 1/2 marathon, in spite of being sicker than a dog three days before the race. Then in June I had a friend in my ward approach me about running another race. This one is a 188 mile relay race, run over the course of 2 days. The Ragnar Wasatch Back. Conversation goes like this:

Friend: "I was wondering if maybe you wanted to run the Ragnar next June!"
Me: "Well...maybe...."
Friend: "The race is a year from now, and it's already filling up."
Me: "Well...ok....count me in."

I tell Ben. He asks me what could I possibly be thinking. I am wondering the same thing. I try not to think about it too much. I'm told to register online, and look at the course maps. I get registered, and navigate away from the page, so as not to have panic attacks about the course.

Eventually, though, I knew I would have to choose which legs I would run. That time was this past Sunday when we had a team meeting. I met everyone and got a glimpse of the runners' maps. I started to lean toward doing the "easy" to "moderate" legs of the course. Then realized (with horror) no one was signing up for the "hard" and "very hard" slots. Ugh. Are you kidding me? Do they not know that I am not a runner?! Do they not realize I have two paces when I am moving: slow and walking?!

So, I told these ladies that if no one else will do these challenging legs, I will do one, just as long as they don't mind how long it will take me...because on a couple of the legs, there is a 1600 foot elevation gain in like 3.5 miles. They still haven't let me know which runner I will be, but I'm preparing for the worst and thinking I am going to be either runner 9 or 10.

In a way I am very excited for this, and I do enjoy training. But in another way, I am really scared about this. I hope I can do it. At least it's not a marathon! Here's to the latest challenge!