Mummy, my legs hurt

For the past few days I've been trying to process my epic weekend and get my brain back to normal.... I knew I wasn't quite caught up with reality when I tried to make a cup of tea for Richard and I, and get us some cheese and bikkies on Sunday night. I came upstairs with one cup of tea, on a plate, with a knife. No cheese or biscuits and no second cup of tea. I burst out laughing... clearly the mental recovery takes a little while after such an event! I have been using the wrong words and have been really scattered, but now four days later I finally feel almost back to my regular self, so it's time to get it all down in writing. So here goes... grab a coffee and get settled in as this is a long read! Firstly, a few pics from the race briefing and prepping back in the cabin - I felt so relaxed in the whole lead up to the event, zero start line nerves, just happy and excited! The only time I felt a little anxious was on the Monday prior to the race and I think that was to ...

All of a sudden, the big dance is nearly here! I hope everyone else's training and logistics are coming together nicely. The bulk of it is done now - we're not getting much fitter or better from here on in; it's just a matter of getting to the start line uninjured! I feel, as usual, somewhat undercooked - my longest run to date was 5.5 hours, and that was only once, as fitting in the same again plus more just seemed unnecessarily stressful with everything else going on in my life at the moment. Both my husband and I have resigned from our jobs and are about to start new ones in the coming weeks so I have been gentle on myself and just done the best I could at this crazy time! I still generally try to cover roughly 50km a week running and hiking which is probably a lot less than some, but it works for me. That sometimes includes bush walking with the kids; Holly is a boss at power hiking! Even though a lot of my recent runs have been a fairly modest 3 hours or so...