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Get Techy & Take Big Breaths


Get Techy & Take Big Breaths

Emily Ackner

The week before any big race is always fraught with a mixed bag of nerves/excitement. 

Wanting to exercise, not wanting to exercise. Wanting to eat all the food and then losing your appetite. This week in London I've been near bouncing off the walls. 

Falmouth - sun on the sea

 I could've written an anthology in the lead up to tomorrow, but my fingers froze. Thoughts clashed and bumped and rarely triumphed. I've not slept, my stomach's cramped, eyes watered, ears pounded. Not to mention the near triple heart beat. Damn I reckon stress had me in its clutches. What a bugger.

Running in the fields - like the wind

But... I've come out the other side thanks to a beautiful train journey SW-bound and many wonderful conversations with kind friends and wise running buddies. I'm back in my body and ready to set off strong. 

The weather's looking Cornish next week. Good job I like running in the rain. Remembering Copenhagen marathon 2013, the 26 degree heat on Saturday was succeeded by six hours of torrential rain on race day, sloshing over shiny cobbled roads. Cap on head. Smile on face. Sunny expectations have been lowered and that's okay. Dramatic skies and a tempestuous sea it'll be. 

Cornwall's not the exotic distant destination typical for a trail running adventure, although the idea was born far away as I ran, sweltering along a remote coastal path in Southern India.  My brief for this endurance journey was to explore on 'known' turf, discover the coast, learn my home. I have comforts of a daily bath and my family around me for support, that's what's so exciting. How often do you get to share something like this with your parents and the dog? 


Sentiments aside, the practicalities of nutrition, logistics and recovery have been major players in all things preparation. I'll be dropped off daily at one point and collected at another (roughly 30 miles down the line, calibrated day by day according to coastal path elevation).  Despite my best estimates, I'm not 100% sure how long each section will take me, cue 'Spot'. Spot is my satellite tracker buddy who beams my coordinates into the sky before pinging them back to earth and landing on a map/app on the phone.

Soo if you do want to track me.. taadaa. Follow this link  from 8.30am tomorrow and you should see my progress in real time. Fingers crossed. N.B. I fully intend to stop for a 10 minute tea break every now and again! And of course my daily #2minutebeachclean, helping to keep our beaches beautiful, one less piece of ocean litter at a time. 

I'm ready to step up to this invisible start line. I've created it, Kernow300 is my baby. It will become what I make it and teach me what I want to learn. It's for all the people that I love and also for myself. For celebrating the anniversary leap of faith where I trusted that I'd fly. 

As I take this first step, I understand that whatever happens today, however far I get, I should be here. I am doing what I should be doing. The experience of freedom I find on the long run is in fact, the experience of a kind of value that I once knew but came to forget
— Mark Rowlands

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