Monday, 6 April 2015

It's that day

I wasn't really sure how I'd feel when this day rolled around. The day before the day I was meant to start a very long run. The day before the ANZAC Ultra 2015.

When I started typing this post, I still wasn't sure how I felt. So I did that thing where I avoided thinking about it and got super productive instead. Today's theme was out-with-the-old, so I started sorting through the 100 running tops I own. Yes, I have really acquired that many over the years. It's not cool. But of course, it's still something to do with running, and I ended up thinking about the race again. It's taken me all day and the clock has just ticked over to the next day, the one where the runners actually start.

So, how do I feel?

Yesterday I joked that I went for my first run back—five metres when the lights changed as I crossed the road. But I also walked almost 7 km on both Friday and Saturday, so that's significant progress, in my not-so-humble opinion. It's still a long way short of 450 km, so I'm not sorry to be staying at home—it's the best decision I could've made. But I am sorry that I won't be a part of this once-in-a-lifetime event.

I'm also very, very excited for the runners who have made it to the start line, who are about to embark on this adventure and learn new things about themselves, and I wish each and every one of them a wonderful experience out there. I will be watching from afar and sending my happiest running vibes!