Signing up for a race is no longer quite the ‘knees shaking, sharp breath inhale, turn white, what the hell am I doing’ experience it once was. Still hard but just not quite that bad. I wasn’t too bothered when I signed up for a local half – happening tomorrow.
However, after reading nothing but ‘warning, not for first timers’ and ‘the race that can throw anything at you’ then hearing that there were quite a few DNF picked up in an ambulance last year, topped with less than 150 people signed up and it being uphill for the first 9 miles – it’s fair to say, I’m definitely bricking it now.
I’ve entered races when I thought I was going to be really far back in the field and it didn’t bother me too much. I ended up at worst middle of the pack. This ones different though. There aren’t many entries for a start so there is absolutely no hope I am anything but bottom of the field. It’s also quite clearly a difficult route. 9 miles of elevation, and not gentle elevation, I’m talking the kind of steep you need a harness and ropes to get up. There’s no earphones so I can’t use my 80’s power ballads to get me through it and oh, let’s not forget, it’s October in Scotland. The weather alone could kill me.
Because of course, it’s very open in the middle of the countryside.
Why wouldn’t it be?
So, the plan. Simple really. Take it slow. Let the other runners go off and take my time. Pace myself. The aim for this one is to pace it right and finish. No time in mind, just the finish line.
And my reward? I’m actually going out on Saturday night! First time in a long time!
Presuming I haven’t died on the run of course.
This may be my last blog……