It’s been a month since my last post and that’s because I haven’t really done much. Sure I’ve put in the miles but I’ve also been listening carefully to my body and my body kept on saying rest. So, for probably the first time, I listened and I feel great because of it.
I’ve also been planning for my next big race. The Escape from Meriden in a couple of weeks time. It’s just too far and crazy a distance for my mind to understand which is perfect as it hopefully will mean no pre race nerves. I’ve planned my route from the start to my finish point and apart from a few small sections it looks good for running on. I’m a road runner so the route was always going to be a tarmac one, less chance of mud as I really hate mud. People keep asking me how far I think I will get and the answer is always the same. I will run 105 miles to get home. How much of that I manage in the 24 hours of the race is a different matter, I’m hoping for 90 miles, as the race finishes at midnight Saturday night and I still have to get home. Of course after midnight I do have the option of public transport or a taxi or any friend who is foolish enough to have their phone on, doesn’t drink and has a car.
Laid all my kit out on Sunday just so I can see it all and so I could take photos for Addey. It looks so much when you lay it out but in reality it all squishes down in size.
I’ve decided to do away with the bladder for this run and go with a water bottle belt instead. It allows me to pack more equipment in the back pack but without increasing the weight that I’m used to carrying. Whether that decision is a wise one only time will tell. I’ve also doubled the front and back safety lights I wear: Be seen. Be safe.
The Charity vest is not a vital piece of my kit but I’ve always run with it from my very first race and it’s like a comfort blanket. I’ve also found that people are more willing to help you if they know what you are doing is helping others, and that includes use of toilets, filling up water bottles and cake.
I normally don’t taper well at all but this time it’s different. This time there’s no back up, no aid stations, no 1st aid help on the race. I have to get to the start line in the best possible physical shape, I’m even having my first sports massage next week. Mentally I’m already there waiting to set off, hoping there is a toilet near to the start.