Dear Ultra goddess, spirit of compassion and animals on the trail, a prayer for 100 miles.
May Taylor Swift songs get out of your head as quickly as they enter and not linger for 6 hour blocks at a time. We are never, ever, ever, getting back together. Ever.
May all foods at aid stations look delicious and irresistible not just at mile 20 but also at mile 80 AND when getting heaved back up so you can eat some more just 30 minutes later.
May any rocks be repelled by your ugly shoe gaiters and may sand not sneak into your socks messing with the perfect lubrication strategy.
May tracking on the race website work at least half the time giving your parents enough information to know you are alive and making forward progress so they will not call the race director personally, put an embarrassing message on your Facebook wall appealing for help or threaten to come to your next race.
Please may your running skirt or t-shirt cover anything unsavory that happens below the belt and preserve dignity for another day.
AND please, may the threat of drowning rain be just a threat and the actual deluge can come on any rest day which are generally Mondays, but sometimes on Friday.