Well here we are; the night before the new 'phase' of this challenge begins. I would have liked to have been a little lighter at this stage, but slimmers can't be choosers eh (see what I did there!!?)? So, in the knowledge that in less than 20 hours I will be crossing the start line, am I nervous?.....hell yes, am I scared?......well, I'd be lying if I said no to that one, am I excited?.........another hell yes.
I guess it's the unknown quantity which most worries me. How am I going to feel on the day, and more importantly how am I going to take to the tarmac, when most of my training runs have been in the gym? I have lost count of how many people have told me 'it's much easier on a treadmill you know?!'; (I'm sure they think it's helping; but when you think about it, it really isn't. This is certainly one of those 'even if you have reservations about whether he can do it, keep it to yourself and give him belief' situations) I am aware of that - and it is the chief source of my concern on the day - really don't have to be told. Anyway, rant over............
It's been a busy weekend already, with the men's mixed doubles club championships last night, and a trip to Mums today. Tonight the mission is to get the bag packed nice and early with all that I will need (instructions on what to do and where to go, Vaseline, plasters, safety pins, power drinks, bananas, and weather-dependant clothing; everything a growing boy needs!), have a nice bath; then it'll be time to deposit my rear end comfortably in front of the champions league final in fluffy dressing gown (me, not the final, although what an image that conjours - conjurs? - up!) with a plateful of pasta on my lap, followed by an early-ish night. Tomorrow morning it is porridge, banana and honey on toast (not in the same bowl). Sounds like a good prep for the fun of the fatigue!
I know I have had a rant, but by and large people have been incredibly supportive - including the people who expressed their concerns about treadmill running - with their time, their words, their belief and their money. It gives me hope and gives me strength, for which I am extremely grateful.
So many people believe I can do it, but what do I think? Do I truly believe I can non-stop run 10km tomorrow through the streets of Manchester? Yes, I do. Whatever the apprehensions or fears might be, I feel ready; I feel strong, and I feel I can do it.
I have no idea how it will feel approaching the finish line, but I suspect it will be intense. I think this can safely be classed as one of this journey's 'big moments'. However unlikely it may be that you yourselves are either running, spectating or watching the run tomorrow, and you - even more unlikelily - see number 36274, spare a thought. I will get a post on as soon as possible telling you how it went (the legs may be tired, but I'm sure the fingers can still type!).
All that's left to say is........bring it on baby!!
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