Saturday, January 8, 2011

The 12 Egg Omelet Challenge

The 12-egg omelet challenge -a true test of endurance
I ran 30 miles this morning, which meant a 3:30am alarm call.  And to make matters worse I woke feeling like I had a cold coming on.  And since I had the day off yesterday, I spent it in the garage working on a woodworking project from the honey-do list.  A day of drilling, hammering, sawing and clamping left me not a little sore.

So all in all I was none too motivated. But I knew I had to get it done.

Luckily I had some company for the middle miles, so after an initial 8 mile loop I met up with some friends for the next 18 miles before finishing by myself again for the final 4.

And it didn't go too badly. I did the marathon distance in 3:48, which was 8 minutes slower than last week, but I also kicked it up for the last 4 miles and pulled back 4 of those minutes to finish in 4:20 (8:40 pace).

And I felt so much stronger at the end than I did last week.  One more 30 mile training run next Saturday then I'll start slowly ramping it down for the race.

So when I got home, Nancy asked me if I was ready for the challenge. And then I remembered. You see, last week we had got to talking about food challenges which led to my assertion that I could easily put away a 12 egg omelet.

Why do I keep putting myself in these situations?

We put brisket, bacon, cheese and sour cream in the omelet (and not forgetting the 12 extra large eggs). It turned out so big that Nancy had to cook it in two batches, and we plated it on a pizza platter.

And though I was quietly confident, it was somewhat disconcerting to note that however much I ate the monster did not appear to diminish. It was also disconcerting that Nancy and my dad were sat there watching me (and in my dad's case trying his best to convince me I was done).

So was I victorious? Check out the evidence below.

Victory - I even licked the plate