mountain race

I'm writing this post 4 days before the race,sitting in an air conditioned room,with a belly joyously full of coffee and chocolate.

it's called carb loading, look it up, it's what professionals do, and I am nothing, if not a professional.

by the time you read this, I will have gained 1350m altitude in 10km (give or take a few steps) with 11 more Ks to go.

I will have tripped and fallen a couple of times,I will have drunk enough water to put down a small fire,for a moment, I will want to cry, but the moment will pass and there will be no tears,

but most importantly,I will have starred in awe at the beauty of the mountains, my mountains,my hiding place, the one spot in the world that is purely my own,that links me to the rest of nature,

I'm writing this post 4 days before the race knowing that once I cross that finish line, I will not be the same.

I will have the same body, the same mind, the same thoughts, but 5 days from now, I will be different, a little emptier.