Because I am clearly out of my mind, I signed up for this Sunday's Pit Run. The more observant among you will say, "didn't you do that last year? How is this new? We come here for the new and intriguing pickles that you've found yourself in."
To you I say: I'm doing the 10K this year, because I am nuts. I feel OK about the distance -- I can run 6 whole miles without stopping, as long as I can go very slowly* -- but am scared to death of the elevation. It is not a series of hills to be ignored.
Upside - the route goes past my house and I can always just give up and go home.
* Which I never, ever, ever thought I'd say.