Six Inch - the revengening
Back in 2014, I ran the Six Inch trail marathon - a lovely 48km jaunt between North Dandalup and Dwellingup along parts of the Munda Biddi trail. After entering on a whim, I took to training like a man with a yet un-diagnosed mental illness, pushing myself to the limit and sometimes beyond. There were red flags along the way - like the time I decided running along the Bibbulmun trail for over 30km in November with less than a litre of water and no phone reception was a great idea. There were the almost weekly bouts of shin splint pain which made me cut down on my midweek runs and then try to catch up on the weekends (which in turn lead me to Altra shoes, but that's a story for another time), and the pigheaded reluctance to listen to friends who said that setting myself a goal time of less than five hours was perhaps a touch on the silly side. "Idiots." I thought. "They don't know what I can do." Turns out, neither did I. Five hours, four minutes and ...