And that was it. In a second I’d committed to race half the distance of my target 100 miles, as a ‘training’ run. You know, just to see what it was like.
How bad can it be? I thought. It’s 2 months away and I knew I would have to run something of an ultra distance before the big day, and mentally this was only half way, just half. And nowhere near what I was planning on putting my body through at the end of the summer… no problem.
But as the miles and the hours have started to add up, and the date for just running ‘half’, gets closer, it just seems that little bit more daunting.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m an experienced runner, but this is new territory. Plus previous to this I’d been out of proper action for some time. My body isn’t what it was ten years ago, and whilst my mind wants to do it, my muscles aren’t so keen to go training again quite so quickly.
So, I’m sitting here, breaking the race down mentally into four ‘easy’ sections, and planning my nutrition for race day, and just wondering how much more it’s going to hurt than the last 50 meters of a high class 800m…
In fact, I don’t think I really want to know.
This morning’s run looked something like this…
I could only assume that the water coming out of the shower head had been heated on the surface of the sun and piped directly to my shower cubicle in the leisure centre changing rooms this morning. Hardly the relaxing finish to the morning’s swimming training session I thought, as I danced in and out of the stream of water trying to get the shower gel out of my hair. The previous 40 minutes had been spent splashing up and down a 25 meter pool, covering 1 mile in a slightly less than Olympic pace, but it was a good work out and I just couldn’t do the roads today. But that shower, grrrrr
It all seemed to just start as small talk, passing the time at our sons football training session.
“How’s the running going?” my friend asked. “Ok” I replied, ‘and you?’.
The topic of conversation should have stopped there, it was just small talk, I should have known better. There was no need to discover or share our individual goals of athletic greatness for the next year, but there we were discussing what seemed to be a good idea. A challenge that neither of us had gone anywhere close to before, and a challenge that, ultimately, I was saying ‘yes’ to being part of, and probably not yet realising just how hard it was going to be.
And so began the thinking and the training to run a 24 hour race in which we’d try to cover 100 miles. If it was going to be easy there’d be nothing to write about… so, here’s how it going so far.