So it’s time to pack everything up. I’m trying my hardest to pack light and I’ve succeeded (I think). Here’s a little peek into the packing madness.
These 10oz bottles were a gift from one of the awesome runners I coach. I was so touched that she got them for me. I had been wanting to get them for the race because I usually just carry mini 8oz bottles without holsters and thought they would be comfier to hold and more colourful to bring along. Love em’!
My mum reminded me of some champagne I got on my birthday last year from a wonderful lady who also happens to be my mum’s good friend. I don’t drink because alcohol tastes gross, but anything bubbly is good in my books. I’m just not really a party girl. Scratch that. I’m NOT a party girl at all but if things go well and I make it out in one piece with a smile I will be celebrating with some of this. Even if it’s just a sip ;)
All of the good luck wishes I received tonight really made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I’m lucky I didn’t cry! I’m also so lucky to once again be running with an awesome group of people. The enthusiasm is infectious. I love it.
So since it’s the summer I needed a lighter pack. So I managed to order a nathan vest off amazon that would allow me to carry my phone, camera and a small MP3 player. My handheld bottles will allow me to stash some nutrition and there’s an open pocket in the back of my vest that will allow me to stick a sportshield packet, some tissues, more nutrition and an extra bottle or two. But most importantly my pack has my lucky charm. Does anyone know what that is? ;) I’ve also got a second lucky charm in a pocket - a keychain I got in Arizona which was my first solo vacation and something I’m very proud of because I overcame a huge amount of anxiety to just go for it.
As I was packing I decided to sit down and look at my box of notes that I collected for my first ultra back in September. It’s weird, this time I don’t feel the need to have those notes with me. I feel just as scared but just a tad more confident. I’m always scared of getting lost, but I’m attempting and succeeding a bit more to keep those fears under control. I opened the box and looked at the notes piled on top of each other. The notes that travelled 53km in one day. The notes that got dirty with mud, sweat, and yes, even tears. And I decided it wasn’t time to read them again. So I closed the box and set them aside for Sunday when I return.