So it’s 03:20, I’ve just eaten a falafel and halloumi wrap, and I’m sat in Luton airport awaiting two buddies who are joining me for a run across Iceland.
Right now I can’t work out if I should be smug, nervous, happy or excited. So I’m going with a mixture of all four. A cocktail of emotion mixing into my foggy brain, which is still processing the evening full of gin and tonics I chose to feed it.
Still – all we are doing is running 30 miles a day – for 16 ish days. And we are not even starting today. Or tomorrow. So a few holiday gins can probably be accepted. Plus, it is my mom’s birthday today. So what can you do?!
The response from others has been amazing so far. We have managed to raise over £1000 for Acorns Children’s Hospice which I think is just grand (I know, roll your eyes, its early). I think that even though this adventure is quite a bit shorter than my last trip – it is still going to be quite the challenge. So it is great to see that even attempting it will be worthwhile.
Apologies for this but in the interest of full disclosure. Setting off this time has been a little harder for me, because I feel a little like I have left someone behind. It is both awesome to have found someone that I will miss, and gutting that he is not able to come along with us. Still. There will be other trips. Plus I have a strict no moping rule. So that’s the last you’ll hear of that.
And now, or in 20 minutes or so when the others arrive, all that will be left to do is check in some luggage, go through security, eat some more food (I’m carb loading – not greedy) and fly to Iceland. Super exciting.
Next update will be from the land of fire and ice.