Week One, 6 Kilometres.
There’s still not much training to report on, so here are some thoughts about the task ahead.
The race I dare not mention will involve;
1. Specific training.
2. A weekend away from home.
3. The possibility of failure.
4. The possibility of divorce.
The seed of the event germinated dangerously in my head after the race up the Morredero pass last November. I had just come across the thin man from La Bañeza. The thin man from La Bañeza is the only person that I know personally who has completed
the race I dare not enter (but have done anyway…almost). I managed to wean some information from him as he was stretching his lean, mean, runner bean legs behind the
Morredero ski hut.
It’s a bloody hard task just to finish. The man from La Bañeza finished, so it’s possible, but then again he’s a much better runner than me. He’s also been up Mont Blanc.
There’s an awful lot of climbing. Now I haven’t got much of a head for heights. Nothing serious, it’s just that I’d never be capable of jumping from an aeroplane, not even with a parachute on. And the big dipper at Blackpool pleasure beach really scared the shit out of me. I still have nightmares more than 20 years on. So anything resembling rock climbing is a definite no no. I learnt that much in
Villamanín last year. With this in mind I asked my runner bean friend if there were any fearful drops. He said that it had been too misty to tell but there were some sections with ropes to cling onto. Didn’t know whether this information should be reassuring or not.
There were only 3 drink stations and an element of self sufficiency was taken for granted. According to Runner Bean the
Montes Aquilianos was a much better organized event than
the one I daren't mention.
He also said that his knees were still crunching for 2 weeks afterwards but that he’d be doing it again to try and lower his time.
I’ve got just under 3 months to get organized. It looks like I’ll have to give up the footie…boing boing…sob.
The all new training diary.
