Dylan Dwyer
I lay in my tent listening to the rain pouring down around me. The wind was blowing so hard I wasn’t sure if the tent would stay put or if we were about to take off. It was dark, wet and windy when my alarm went off at 4:30am. I was already wide awake. I’d had a couple of dozen 5 minute sleeps during the night but nothing that felt any longer than that.
It wasn’t a great night’s sleep but I knew it wouldn’t be too important in the scheme of things. For the first time in quite a few hours the rain had stopped falling. I got dressed and went to my dad’s small camper that he had spent the night in. He cooked me up a couple of pieces of toast and we sat and had a chat while I let the food go down. It was great to have my dad along as support.
I’d travelled down to the Prom two years previously on my own for the 100km run and to have someone helping this time with all the little things would make a big difference. While sitting in the camper the rain started to come down again. It was now time to make my way to the start line. On went the mandatory rain jacket with a hood and I made the short walk over to the start with my dad. There were about 50 runners entered in the 100km event and almost 200 entrants in total over the other events being the 44km, 60km and 80km. Not all made it to the start line and unfortunately not all were able to make it to the finish line.
Read the whole report on Dylan's blog - Running Dad
