As I was standing innocently at the school gates this afternoon V, L and Sh pounced on me.
Them:: You’ll do it won’t you Julie?
Them:: The Mighty Deerstalker. Its a 10km run in March. We’ll do it as a team. Su is up for it too. It’ll be so much fun.
Me:: Oh, yeah that sounds great (as I’m distractedly trying to track down three very lively children amongst the 300 or so pouring out of school). A team event would be fun. Where can I find more info?
Them:: Just search for the Mighty Deerstalker online.
Thankfully, I can be quick thinking. I quickly cornered A into joining us too. She’s fitter than me but much less mad about fitness than the others. Best to take someone else down with me too.
And so I came home and checked it out. Oh, help, oh no what have I agreed to? Under normal circumstances I can manage 10km. I’m reasonably fit and reasonably tough but this…its just mad. To quote::
‘you will just keep going, with your own head torch, and tear off into the dwindling twilight. You’ll do a second loop of another 5km (and a bit) and this one will be tougher than the first – rock and scree, sharper ascents and the added element of the dark to contend with…!’
‘The Deerstalker is a turbo-charged roller coaster of a run. It’s fun, it’s fast, it’s action-packed and it’s as tough as you can bear. This is Fun Run meets Fell Race meets Hellrunner meets Tough Guy.’
Still it does actually sound like fun. Perhaps just not in the normal sense. And I don’t like to back down so I”l just have to get training.