Saturday after a short run…
“I brought 3 sets of running kits for a 6 day holiday.
What was I thinking?
Nothing good. Afterall, am I not scaring and freezing the sh*ts out of myself miles and miles from home.
Im scared about the cut off. Heck, all these skinny people running up and down Surfers Paradise scare me. They will trample me tomorrow and I will go home battered and defeated.
Doesn’t sound like me at all, eh?
Simple reason. I did not train for this race at all. Well not exactly true. I did a couple of half marathons and finished well within cut off of this race under the glorious Manila heat. The only reason I slacked off is because the last half left me with a ginormous blister and wobbly feet.
Still not proper training but at least I have some kms in my legs.
3 hours. Thats my target. My legs can do it. I think…
Where’s breakfast? I’m hungry.
Ahh great here it is. Don’t mind me too much. Empty stomach makes me wonky.”