No return

I never liked PE at school. I wasn't a sporty youth. My twenties were a good period for parties. I took up running at 33 with the intention of being able to do 5km race. I don't know what happened to make me think the 38th year of my life was the ideal opportunity to take up ultra running. But somehow now, I feel like I'm beyond the point of no return.

12 days until HPM. I'm tapering down. That could be a training strategy. Or code for, my legs are really sore and I don't want to do much for a few days. I've never trained for anything like this so it's been a bit of a learning experience. I don't know that I've done enough miles. I'm sure I could have trained more/better, and eaten a lot less/better to have been in generally better shape. But it's too late for any of that.

We'll have to see what happens a week on Friday when I'm out there, I'm optimistic for finishing, it's just how badly it hurts. Whatever happens, I feel like it will all put me in a good position for moving forward to focus on The Highland Fling.

Ultra running. A mid life crisis with a difference.