Lakeland 100 has been my focus pretty much all year and with one misstep it has been taken away from me.
When I think of the time that I devoted to learning the terrain: the evenings at pretty much each and every Cumbrian YHA; the hours with my Peak District friends as I journeyed to and from the lakes; the days spent collecting Wainwrights.
When I consider the outlay on kit: the fast pack for my 8 day course recce; the oh-so-comfortable new race pack; the shoes which have all but eliminated toe blisters.
When I reflect on the people I’ve met: the parkrunner in Workington who was happy to share his tales of Lakeland 50 and 100; the staff and guests at the YHAs with their knowledge of and passion for the Lakes; the woman kind enough to offer a stranger a lift to and from her local parkrun.
All of that time, money and energy.*
What a complete and utter waste of** six months.
* Pure, unadulterated joy***.
*** With just a soupçon of terror thrown in.