On Saturday morning it’s go-time for the Double-Routeburn. 65km of mountain running to start the day off and likely finish the day too. I’ve just been reading the weather and it’s going to be around 3c and snowing. Not exactly ideal conditions! There is part of me that’s bummed that the weather is likely going to be diabolically bad for much of the day. But then there is another part, hidden deep inside that is somehow perversely pleased that the great leveler of weather is going to hit us like an icy water balloon. Though we are in a race for the first half of this adventure it really isn’t a race for us – this is an adventure best savored over a long period of time. From that point of view, we’re really going to get our money’s worth!
Ironic that the most recent experience that I’m drawing strength from is riding my bike in Sudan. In the desert it was pushing 45c - the heat was ferocious, unrelenting jackhammer of thermal doom. On Saturday it is going to be wet and cold and windy and really long. Why is it that I’m like a kid on Christmas Eve – barely able to sleep for the excitement flowing through my veins? Really must find new hobbies….
S.
Ironic that the most recent experience that I’m drawing strength from is riding my bike in Sudan. In the desert it was pushing 45c - the heat was ferocious, unrelenting jackhammer of thermal doom. On Saturday it is going to be wet and cold and windy and really long. Why is it that I’m like a kid on Christmas Eve – barely able to sleep for the excitement flowing through my veins? Really must find new hobbies….
S.
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