My backpack. My friend. My enemy.
Pack-training is not always the most fun to have out there - but a girls gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
Part of the preparation for a multi day event, is race simulation. That means training with your backpack (+-8kg) in similar terrain to the race.
By day 3, my shoulders were stuffed, my legs where hurting and my feet where cramping. NICE.
Just the way I like spending my Sunday. Sometimes training is no fun at all, but plain hard work!
Slogging up hills with a backpack filled with 1kg rice packets, while your family are having eggs benedict and you are having trail mix for breakfast.
Weirdly enough....I couldn't imagine spending my Sunday any other way.
Anyway....next stop Burkina Faso for Ultra Africa!!!!!!
Running for 5 days in a row, anything from 30 to 50km a day, with your life's belongings on your back.....and wait for it....wait for it.....a freakin stove. A stove. Really. And a mug or some sort of contraption to cook your water in. That will teach me to read the fine print before entering a race. hahahaha.
The "stove" I'm planning to buy is quite a cute little number. It only weights 11.5grams. How cool is that. I won't be able to prepare a 5 course meal with it, but it will surely do for a cup of tea and rehydrating the delicious freeze dried meals I'll be taking with.
I think every girl should get one of these. It is 2013's must have item. Esbit is the new Prada.
Shit, I have so much to do before I get on that plane in November. Plotting and planning and packing and re-packing. Right, I've got some online shopping to do.
signing out. Westie.
