22 hours, 131km
Today I learned that one thing you can’t afford to have on a race like this is a sense of perspective. Right now I’ve been on the move for 22 hours with maybe two hours of cumulative breaks. I’ve eaten two hot meals, countless energy bars and trail mixes and enough sweets to make Augustus Gloop look reserved. And yet I’m not quite a third of the way through, with most of the climbing still to come.
If I thought for more than a few minutes about the distance remaining I would probably find the nearest rock and have a cry. Instead I have to break the race down into manageable bite size chunks.
For the past few hours I have been fantasising about the power nap I promised myself at rest stop four. So now I am off to bed (of sorts).
