100 miles in 100 days is just not going to cut the mustard.
Whilst still many months away, I am beginning to sense the Jog Shop 20 becoming restless.
It may look cute and fluffy on a perfect sunny day, but I know its roar can be fierce, its teeth razor sharp as it lies in wait to rip apart anyone who is not prepared.
So I have upped the ante, my 100 mile challenge in 100 days needs to be a 200 mile challenge in 100 days.
Mad… Yes… but when you’re stuck in the middle of the Savanna being ripped apart by the big cat… screaming “it’s not fair, I wasn’t ready” will be the last words ever uttered.
