Preparing For An Ultramarathon On The Night Before The Race.
I’ve made it to the Peoples Republic of Tring.
I am getting ready for the ultramarathon tomorrow by lying in bed and doing fuck all apart from eating Crisps. My drunken self is out tonight at the Beefeater bar next door sitting on his own at a table drinking pints of Craft beer thinking he’s some kind of fucking maverick for flouting the laws of running and drinking on the eve of a race.
I should be relaxing.
I was relaxed until I discovered the hotel has no vending machines. I went into the Beefeater grill to try to reserve a table for myself but they told me it would take 30 minutes and this offended me so much that I just kinda stormed out like a big fanny.
I got back into the reception of the hotel and asked the receptionist if there was anything to eat. She pointed the way back to Beefeater. I swallowed my pride and stormed my way back in but went into the waiting area with a bar and ordered 5 packets of Tyrrell’s Crisps and a bottle of Fentiman’s Ginger Beer.
Now I’m back here. Not thinking too much about the race. I’ll just get going and enjoy it. The first bit will be the hardest for me with the trail elements. I am hoping it’s not the Green Man all over again. I know the last bit is all on the canal so if I can get through to that bit I’ll be good.
I’ve packed plenty of Imodium too in case my arse thinks it is Rambo.
I feel like I haven’t trained at all for this run because I’ve actually enjoyed jogging. Not like work at all.
Hoping tomorrow will be fun. No time goal. I want to prove to myself I can still run long.