Last year I did this run along the coast, I recall enjoying it, oh the difference a year makes! I should have read last years blog before entering, the last line says ‘A huge sense of accomplishment that I have managed this one, but I am not sure it is one to be done twice!’
Excuses? I have plenty.
- I have been fighting a cold all week
- Little sleep two nights in a row due to barking teenager in next bedroom, (pillow will be administered firmly over head if this goes on for third night!)
- Major stomach issues, all week, so bad this morning, that I took Imodium, to avoid disaster en route
- It was hot
- It was muddier than last year
In brief though, I am not fit enough and should never have entered. STUPID. I would like to say that I enjoyed it, but the truth is I hated most of it. Struggled first 6, took a gel and picked up. Then the mountains started, mountains with stairs. There followed a spate of nausea and then some vomitting. If I had a mobile phone on me I would have called someone, anyone, to get me out of there. Stubborness took over and I made it to the end. It was far from pretty!
At this moment in time I don’t think stubborness is a good thing!
On the upside, I got to the end (40 minutes slower!), it’s my longest run this year AND the legs did not grumble at all, probably because they could not be heard of everything else’s moans!