After recovering a tad from the Natchez Trace 444 last October, I jumped on the bandwagon and signed up for the Sebring 24 Hour that takes place every President's Day weekend in Sebring, Florida.
Damon has raced this twice with great success. I had my eye on a respectable but realistic 420 miles -- a 17.5 mile per hour average pace.
Three things have gotten in the way.
- First, I'm running a lot relative to 2015. That is not inherently a negative, but it is a time and energy suck. Unless it is the month before an Ironman, a weekend day can pretty much accommodate a long ride or a long run but not both.
- Second, I planned to join Sam to ski in Canada the week of the race. That would obviously have ended things right there. Until the Canada trip fell through. (For me. Not for Sam.)
- Third, work. Three weeks out from the race and I'm unable to get a moment on the bike outside of the (short) commute. I can finesse a lot of things. I've even finessed the occasional marathon. I cannot finesse a 24-hour bike race.