I can’t remember when David slipped into the conversation that he had entered the Centurion Thames Path 100 for 2015. I probably wasn’t paying too much attention. It’s entirely possible I was asleep on the sofa at the time; I’m sure this is the moment he chooses to let me know about most of his races.
I’ve often likened the whole running 100 miles thing to childbirth, for a number of reasons:
- It seemed like a good idea when you signed up months ago
- You have to make a few sacrifices along the way if you’re going to be properly ready (in my case, mostly gin)
- Packing your bags for the event is complicated
- The actual thing takes a long time
- It hurts
- It’s not glamorous
- It takes a while to recover
- You can’t do it on your own.