I can't say life strayed too far from normality in the months leading up to the great race, but it was initially refreshing and, lately, has become rather boring, not to have something to make me feel uncomfortable about. Understand that I essentially spent my marathon training period not running, as the times when I was training were far overshadowed and outnumbered by the times when I was not, which made me uncomfortable. And I think I liked that.
What this boils down to is every person's need to challenge themselves.
I am now about to break into a verse of that excellent Sound of Music song, "Climb eve'ry mountain..."
I'm not sure how much I can say right now, but in April 2008, I will hopefully be part of a small group of people setting out to cycle 4,500 miles across Southern and Eastern Africa. Right now, it's looking like a 3 1/2 month-long journey.
I have never been to Africa. I don't think that matters too much, though. What might matter more is the fact that I don't own a bike, and my longest cycle ride to date did not take me out of Oxford city centre (and Oxford is not large). Apparently weight training is the thing. Oh, and apparently I am likely to lose the skin on the inside of my finger tips, which might be handy for evading US customs, but not so much for bushcraft.
If anyone were ever to read this, my blog, my stream of wordy trickle, from start to finish, they would see that my initial marathon-running thoughts prioritised very similar issues. They went something like this: "So I'm running the marathon. First things first, I think my toenails might fall off. Oh, and did I mention people often have troubles controlling their bowels after X number of miles? And I might have to wet myself."
Issue avoidance is a wonderful thing. Can you tell I'm shit-scared?
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