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.