I must be sick

But not in the puking/feverish/malaria sense of the word. More like in the deranged/mentally unstable sense. Why else would I be looking for a new race when the soreness from my most recent exercise in masochism hasn't even worn off yet? This last Saturday, 2 co-workers and I ran the Soulstice Mountain races in the mountains north of Flagstaff. They were sensible and ran the short course, about 6 miles. I was out of my head and signed up for the long course, 11.5 miles, all of it at altitudes above 7500 feet, with elevation gain and loss around 2000 feet. It made sense 3 months ago when I signed up, but come race day, it kicked my butt.
I made my two goals, that is I finished the race and didn't come in last, or even too near to last, but I still bonked, hard. Around mile 10 or so my blood sugar was crashing and I ended up just half running half staggering the last mile and a half. But I can stagger with the best of 'em. Anyway, after I crossed the finish and downed a bagel and some fruit, I felt fine, as if I could keep running. Therefore I suspect I could have run significantly better with proper blood sugar management. Ah well, lessons learned.
So now I am half-sorta looking for a new race to look forward to. I am considering the Valley of Fire half marathon in Nevada, and would be all over the Death Valley half marathon, but I'll be out of town then. We shall see how ambitious I get here.
And I go to visit the rabbit guy this afternoon.