I have no idea why I want to do it. Sitting on my couch at home, it is easy to think I'll bite the bullet, sign up and complete an event with over 150 miles in the Sahara's sand, rocks and dunes.
I ran today - 5 miles in the drizzle on the GAA pitches in Glanmire, no pack on my back and no heat to deal with, all the time thinking about the MDS. Could I do it? What about my shin splints? What about the training? What about the organisation? How would I acclimatise? Madness.
I had a half day at work today, had a nice lunch in Wildways in Cork. Visited Waterstones, said to myself that if I found a book on the MDS, I would go for it.
I was horrified when I saw it, sitting there on the shelf - an account of the MDS.
"Right" I thought, "I'll buy it, read it and see if I can convince myself to do it". And we're off...
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