All in for 2:24.
That was the plan. No taking it easy, no negative split. No comfy first 4 miles to ease into it. I wanted to arrive at that finish line completely empty, win or lose, on target or not, the only thing that mattered was completely burying myself trying to go under the time that I had chosen.
A new event! After a tattooed harrier thought he would introduce me to this race, I quickly read up about it and sent off the application form. The superb organisers down at Centurion Running had concocted the idea of creating a 100 mile race with an emphasis purely focused on attempting to break ultra distance records that had been set in the 70’s.