So here I am, laying on a bed in the city of Wrightwood, CA.

I think of all the events that lead me to this very exact location at this précised time.
Why, how, when? All questions I am asking myself.

At what point do you ask yourself, Do you want to run a hundred miles?
Actually, I'm not one to ask. Lets be honest, I work in retail- I told myself that I wanted to run a hundred miles.

I think of this last year, everything that has occurred. The journey I've gone through in a mere 365 days.
Last year, I didn't know my left from rights, my ups from downs- I was a mess.


I have come to realize that life and how you perceive it can be alter in a matter of seconds, but in a year I am proud to say that I have grown.
Grown into something I am truly proud of. Proud of the decisions I have made, proud of what I have achieved and proud of goals I have worked so hard to accomplish.

To imagine that I have dedicated one whole year to this effort is incredible.
The family BBQs, the birthday parties, the late night randevours, all the events and things I chose to miss in order to get that extra day of training in- that full day of running.

It all comes down to this.
One day.
Eight hours.
I will be toeing the starting line.

It's quite the endeavor I have set out to do. I may accomplish it, I may fall short- but the fact is that I am here and I am excited.

To think back in January when I first injured myself I could barely walk.
I remember attempting to walk to Trader Joes on evening in mid February and having a meltdown a block away because I couldn't imagine taking another step. ONE STEP. To barely be able to jog a few miles up until April was painful.
Here I am now attempting a hundred miles in a time of under 33 hours- it's hard for me to fathom.

I am as ready as I can be.
Although there are a million and one things I would have change over the course of this year to better prepare myself, I did what I could and that's that!

Honestly, I do not know what's going to happen.
How I'll act.
How I'll feel.
How I'll eat.
How I'll even finish.

But I am going to try my best.
Ultimately that's what counts.



These last few months I have trained my ass off. I have attempted to grasp some sort of social life at the same time as well as working full time. (YES- I work full time despite what you may believe).
I attempted to manage my time, although at times I was calculating every minute of my day; wondering if I woke up at thirty minutes earlier- THE THINGS I COULD ACCOMPLISH.

(M83 currently playing- perfect background music)

Where would I be without my family and friends. They have supported me 110% throughout this whole experience.
I look forward to seeing them at each aid station cheering me on.
Honestly, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for them.


Hopefully I'll be wearing my belt buckle while writing the next blog :)

Till next time,



Peace, love and happiness.
Sawna


MNB----> Seriously