It may come as a surprise to some that I don’t enjoy racing. If I’m honest I’d rather be in the mountains running with friends or on my own. But, I keep entering them and I’m not 100% sure why.
I believed I was going to finish. I believed that I was going to run 206 miles, and climb and descend 12,000m. You have to believe. But believing is one thing. Actually finishing is another.