As I turn the corner and can see the finish line I’m re-invigorated. The thousands of people lining the way cheer loudly and as I sprint between them they jostle to throw money (notes obviously) at me. Fresh as a daisy I burst through the tape and brush aside the offer of a space blanket and energy drink to continue my run towards the welcoming sight of the sea, waves crashing loudly onto to the beach. Just as I reach the waters edge a roller breaks and the fresh cool water envelops me in it’s refreshing grasp and……..
and…….. I wake up. It’s a dream, it’s a bloody dream.
So back to reality then and reality can be a tough mother at times, as I prepare to do something far removed from anything that has gone before – 100 miles in three days over a terrain that would hold it’s own in Nepal!!
Who’s ridiculous idea was this? Who would be stupid enough to dream this up?
Um….hands up, that would be me then. Oopps!!!!!