Eve Of Another Ultra
Only 5 more days until I set off for Land’s End fuckers and I’m starting to think more about the logistics behind it.
I’m happy to have people run with me as long you are prepared to run at a snail’s pace and can put up with my awkward and clumsy ways. If you’re gonna attack me with weapons, I’d appreciate you giving me some notice so that I can form a defence. I might just wear my dog mask and howl to the moon.
If I can complete the 56k tomorrow easily in the heat then it’ll be a massive boost for Land’s End to John O’Groats. Part of me wishes I was doing the 100k. That part of me also wants heat stroke. 56k is plenty. I ran home tonight in 27C heat and whilst not completely unbearable, it was hardly a pleasure either.
As the LEJOG attempt gets closer I’m looking forward to it more and more. It’s strange. Most people believe I won’t do it. I sometimes believe I won’t do it. I’ve nothing to lose so from day 1 I’m just gonna go out and relax and try not to hate everything. No pressure. Move north east. Blast some tunes out.
I owe my interest in Land’s End to John O’Groats to Brian Smailes the travel writer. He picked me up after I dropped out of London 2 Cambridge and told me about his experience of walking it. Ever since then the idea has stayed with me. If any of you are doing London to Brighton tomorrow, drop out and get picked up by Brian, ask him about the sketchy Irish motherfucker he has to keep collecting during at almost every ultramarathon.
I have this insane drive that’s leading me in good and bad directions.
I don’t feel in control of myself at times. I become manic and giggle like a a schoolgirl. Then I’ll be almost comatose for a while. It’s my natural cycle. Everyone experiences this to a certain extent. I can cope with it for now. I feel like I’ve got fire in my blood. Fire ants. Shitting out poison into my blood stream and it can lead to delirium.
I want my madness to shine a light into my own world so that I can always act with perspective. I want the same madness to fuel me on in my journey. If people believe I won’t do it then it’s because of my track record and nothing personal. I’m going out there for a good time. The longer I stay out there the more likely I am to finish. It’s all about keeping my morale up and listening to the signals my body gives me. And telling my wanker mind to shut up if it gets too negative.
I have to get up at 4:30am tomorrow for an Uber to the start line out in South West London. My tactic is to try to cover as much as possible whilst the temperature is down and to not fight the heat when it gets too warm. All about building confidence and having a good time.
Hopefully I don’t lose myself and run to Brighton anyway.