Friday 18th April.
It's 10 past 10 in the pm.
We will be almost 14 hours into the Fellsman, hopefully going strong. Maybe on Fleetmoss, even better, beyond it...
I am struggling to make any kind of prediction to be honest... I'll just try and keep an eye on my watch...
I've packed my bag, had a massive plate of (rather disappointing) lasagna for tea and got everything ready for the morning. I am being picked up at 4:20am apparently, so I will be taking my breakfast with me!! Can't eat at that time of day, *shudder*.
Hohum, going to bed but I bet I don't get much sleep.
Ultrarunning is a funny thing. I am looking forward to this being over and getting my life back a little, while at the same time Googling the next adventure
Tuesday 25th April.
Got a cold.
It's not too bad a cold, I've had a lot worse.
My neck feels like it's full of tennis balls, sore throat, varying degrees of headache.
I am over the feverish stage, but still have the elevated heart rate thing going on.
Resting (apart from satisfying my stupid streak) and trying to eat, but I have no appetite and can't sleep.
Three days left to get better.