This is my truth, tell me yours...
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (note deliberate racey angle on bib) It was finally here. The first of five - time to face the Truth, my first 50k. It wasn't without some drama before hand though. A quick recap... I mentioned I had rolled my ankle roughly two weeks out before the event. Which, combined with two falls had given my confidence a hit. I thought that I would get over it, just have a couple of slow runs and put it to the back of my mind. So 10 days out from ToC I set off with the Bobbsey twins Trish and Kelly, who were also running the 50k, on a couple of loops of a 12k trail I have mapped out around Mt Clarence in Albany. The elevation gain is roughly the same as Truth, 30m (give or take) per km. A nice morning out I thought, and in many ways it was. These two are a laugh and a half to spend time with, never take themselves especially seriously and it was nice to spend a few hours not listening to the increasingly nagging voice in my head. PEW PEW PEW That was ...