Why would I be done? In baseball, there are nine innings of three outs each for a team. If we are "playing" this metaphor properly, I fill the role of a team, giving me a grand total of 27 outs before "Game Over, man!" By my unofficial count, I'm up to 435 strikeouts. That means I would have been done, oh, about forty years ago. Thankfully, life, at least my life, is not a baseball game.
Speaking of sports, I watched the live production of the Ultra Trail Cape Town race today. They really put on a great show for people to watch it, with camera people chasing the top participants along the course. And big congratulations to Jim Walmsley who not only won it (and in the process dusted the camera person a few times!), but set a new record on a changed and more difficult course. And good luck to Jess in her race tomorrow!!
I can't say Jim and I are friends at this point (that's a pretty specific word and rather high bar to meet for me), but we're pretty well acquainted. We've run the same trail at the same time (ok, he blew past after I had a ten minute head start, but hey, I was there) and we've shared beer and pizza. During the UTCT race, I was in contact with Jess via WhatsApp for a lot of it, and volunteered to meet them anywhere in the world to crew a race. I have some limited experience in ultras (not as a has-been, but as a never-was) and think I can bring something to a crew, aside from comedy relief. And I think crewing someone at the top would be pretty fucking good stuff, too. I mean, what else do I have to do, right?