"What in God's name would motivate anyone to even think about running 100-miles," a work colleague asked late Friday when I shared my weekend plans with her.

Yikes... I signed up for a 100-miler.  One of those stupid, last-minute things we all do from time to time.  Three days till show-time.  'Guess it's time to figure out what to pack!

My success rate in the past at long runs like this has been best if I don't spend my last hours before the start fretting about what I forgot.  Too much energy wasted on worry.

For information leading to the location of the elusive Tunnel of Love.

With reference to a Club Fat Ass Flash event that I unsuccessfully attempted to organize a few times over the past few years, I have reason to believe there is a tunnel of some significance near Crown Mountain in the hills above North Vancouver, BC, Canada. 

Please chalk-up four (4) peaks (MAR, UNN, HOL, STR) for Ran Katzman, Wade Repta and Ean Jackson as they celebrated the last day of July 2010 by completing the Cypress Sweep. 

Note:  Given that Ran and Wader summited Black Mountain during the KneeKnacker this year, should also get credit for it.

In the interest of maximizing the bagging pleasure in the most efficient manner, Ran, Wade and I would like to contribute this six-hour four-Bagger for your consideration.

Here's the big picture:

Peaks:  MAR, UNN (See Howe Sound Crest/Brittania Range) and HOL, STR (Cypress Group.)  May also want to include BLA for a 5-Bagger.

Bothered by Bald Guys.  Pestered by Pink-Headed People.  'Wasn't sure exactly how to call this? 

Anyway, 2 bald guys have been ganging-up on me and I'm really not sure what to do about it?  Paul Cubbon and Jason Eads, if you're looking for names.

My first thought was to ignore them.  This has actually bought me some time, but has not resolved the underlying issue.  You see, they want me to run 100-miles with them.

Background

Last year during the 2009 Bagger Challenge, I found myself outsmarted by friends and foes who were more efficient with the way they invested their bagging time and energy. 

For readers who are new to long distance trail running, the Western States 100-mile Endurance Run is the granddaddy of 100-mile runs. 

Practically-speaking, I don't get very excited about trail races I'm not running in.  There are so many of them.  If I'm not a participant in a race, I'm probably running somewhere else, so my attention is more focused on not falling over a root-ball or getting lost.

A couple of weeks ago, I received a courier package.  "What the heck could that be?", I ask