Ultrarunner's notes

 I don't dare to sign up for a 100km yet, let alone Malofatranská 100. However, this year the race organizers slyly listed a 50 km route, that leads through the most beautiful places of Kriváňska Malá Fatra. My fingers twitch at the computer day after day at regular intervals like an alcoholic, until I succumb to my own persuasion techniques and at the same time resist my own dissuasion techniques and sign up for this fifty kilometer race. The race specs promise the parameters of 53 km and 4124 m elevation. I know from previous racing experience that it will be at least 55km (you should always add at least two kilometers to the parameters in the propositions and set your mind that the finish line will not be at the 53rd kilometer), in the end, it was 57km. On the D-day, after a busy day at work and vicissitudes with the organization of my logistics (start in Terchova, finish in Lipovec), I get in the car in the evening and drive to Terchova. I realize that I didn't eat properly