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Date: 03 June 2007 18:13:12
So it was, again, I found myself rolling out of bed at the crack of dawn and getting a lift into the middle of Birmingham for a 6am start. Broad street's is absent of it's vibrant night at that time of day, only as you turn in to Gas street do you find the busy hum of crews, runners and marshals loading/unloading support vehicles, preparing feet and thereafter generally milling about nervously.
My nerves meant that I hadn't been able to force myself to eat anything before the start, I don't think I even drank much either but knowing the duration of the even I wasn't too concerned. As any observer will tell you the start of most ultra races is rather low key as no one is in a hurry to shuffle off in the lead, this morning was no exception with the main discussion amongst the runners was ensuring someone who knew where they were going went first.