After one more sleep I'll be toeing the start line for the 2013 West Highland Way Race.
So how do I feel?
Well, I'm neither nervous nor scared, nor too excited nor daunted. I set out a training plan in early January and pretty much stuck to it. I had good build-up races at the D33 and The Fling, I even managed a PB at the 10K Mabie Trail Race.
Weekend after weekend of back to back trail runs, with lots of ascent and descent. On club nights I'd turn up early and squeeze in 3 miles before the standard 8 mile run. All through the winter, mile after mile in the cold, wet and dark a total of just under 1100 miles since January 1st. And pretty much no booze for 6 months too.
So before the kick off, a few thank-you shout outs
- Thanks to my family for tolerating their absent father
- Thanks to my fabulous support crew for giving up their weekend
- Thanks to my training mates for their company and encouragement
- Thanks to my work colleagues who've listened to my training tales when palpably not interested
- Thanks to the West Highland Way family for the company, banter and encouragement
- Thanks in advance to the organisers and marshals who make it all possible
So tomorrow will be a nice relaxing, easy day, heading up to Milngavie and hopefully catching some sleep before the off.
I'm happy that I've done everything I could to prepare for this, short of giving up work and becoming a hermit.
I've never been fitter, never felt more prepared both physically and mentally and I'll be carrying the words of Fiona Rennie with me for all 95 miles, in case I wimp out.
"The pain and discomfort I feel in this challenge of MY choosing will never come close to those fighting terminal illness"
Crystal Goblet here I come.