My mother always told me...

To be careful when choosing my friends. Why am I telling this? Well, because sometimes (if not most of them) friends can be the worst source of influence for attempting/doing stupid and crazy things.

I was eating lunch today when the phone rang. It was Chalita, who just returned a few days ago from finishing Marathon des Sables and who feels like running anything. His next plan is simple: our Rocky Raccoon team (Luis, Chalita, Toño and me) gets together again and travels to La Grange, Wisconsin to run the Kettle Moraine 100 Endurance Run on June 7. Simple, huh? The downside: there's only 1 and a half months left to train before the race... :S

After work, I went to Luis's store to talk about Chalita's call and his possible brain damage after running so many days under the desert sun. Wrong option... Luis is just in the same mood as Chalita, and even worse... he reminded me of our goal of running the Leadville Trail 100 in August 16. After a bit of math I noticed: that's 2 months after Kettle Moraine. Then my forecast turned into: there will be lots of pain.

All of you might suggest me to simply say no. I'm sorry to tell you this, but... how could it be that I've got such friends if I didn't had some sort of stupidity/craziness embedded in myself? You do the math now :D

My next "training" run will be Carrera de Resistencia en las Montañas (84 km of trail running from Mexico City to Cuernavaca, and back) on April 26 (that's 1 week and a half from today). I'd better start stretching those legs...