I am bloody minded in the extreme. Tell me I can’t do something that I want to do, and I will do it (unless something more interesting takes my fancy first). Show me an ultra with an all male start list, and it will shoot to the top of my To Do list (for 2016. 2014 and 2015 are already spoken for).
However, I am also a complete wimp when it comes to pain. I don’t like it, I will avoid it wherever possible and rather than soldier on stoically, I will retreat and whimper and tell anyone who’ll listen quite how pitiful I am. And that’s just when I stub my toe.
Thames Path 100 will be the first time that my sheer bloody mindedness and monumental aversion to pain go head to head. I think they’re evenly matched. If anyone has a time machine that will let me sneak a peek into the future to find out which emerges victorious, please let me know. Because the suspense is killing me.