Well I did it. My first 100km trail ultra is done and dusted. In short, it was an amazing experience. This is how it unfolded. I stayed down with my wife, kids and sister in a nice house a short distance from the race. A pretty chilled evening, some simple pasta and disappointing loss in the AFL prelim. In the middle was race registration and briefing. Signing in had me feeling nervous for the first time, but I soon relaxed after catching up with a few people. Though it played on my mind I couldn't check and recheck my drop bags after I handed them over, even though I'd already checked them at least ten times. The sleep was a little disturbed, but that's no problem. I'd slept well during the rest of the week. Up early, liquid breakfast, coffee and a selection of stretches and movements had me feeling loose and ready. Soon enough I got my way down to the start. The weather was brilliant. Bright blue skies, plenty of sun and a light cool breeze. I couldn't ask fo...
That's funny. There's a road named 'Climbhill Rd' - that's a moose of a road. And the worst part is that it's only purpose in life is that it crests a hill and goes back down the other side. So no matter which way you approach it - you're hosed.
ReplyDeleteWow, even you had to walk a hill, I don't feel so bad about having to walk the monster Lysterfield lake hill a few weeks ago now.
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