As the time for our adventure to start rushes closer, I can feel the nervousness of the group increasing exponentially. From nowhere, the run is suddenly 23 days away. The sense of urgency is palpable and I’m thinking of little else most of the time.
There is still so much to arrange, so much to agree on, so much training still to be done, but time is short. Oh I wish I had a TARDIS!
I am finding myself flipping between absolute conviction that we’ll all do it without issue and utter disbelief that it is possible even to run one cross-country marathon distance in a day let alone six!
We’re all going out to try our first 26 mile run on Sunday. A route to Baslow and back is about right so I’ll finalise a route later in the week. We’re going to leave six hours to do it in and try running with our full packs and have the day as close to the real thing as possible.
I’m scared. Very scared.
26 miles seems such a ludicrous distance. At the moment 16 miles seems doable but even 20 is too far. I need to get out of that mindset, and quickly!