As I sit here the night before “my first ultra”, I’m in a petulant mood. As I’ve explained before, there is no way I’ll be able to finish 50km, and realitically I’ll be “happy” if I manage to do 25km without embaressing myself.
No it’s not ideal
No I don’t like it
No I’d rather do the 50km on proper terms
yes I’m whining…
I’ll stop now, let’s hope tomorrow is warmer and dry…
Have a good one kids