I have spent most of the week, thinking about VLM, remembering how I was feeling last year and kind of feeling blue that I am not involved at all this year, other than a watcher and supporter.
Yesterday I headed to South Devon to take part in Trail Events Head II Head run. Last October a group of us did one of their runs, East Portelmouth to Little Dartmouth along the coastal path, (click here to read about it), the same adventurers were returning for this one also. This run was on the other side of the Kingsbridge Estuary and promised to be as scenic.
It did not disappoint! Judge for yourself………
I was loving every second of it. I was having one of those thankful moments. Thanksful that after a week of heavy mileage my body was still able to cope with a tough run, thankful that it was perfect running weather, thankful that I am able to run, thankful that I live so close to such amazing scenery. Yes safe to say I was having a runners high! Then Karma bit me in the back side, to teach me not to be so dam cocky.
SPLAT, down I went like a very large bag of potatoes-baking ones. Oooooooooffffffffffffffffff. I had just past some birdwatchers going the other way and they must have heard my cry out or my landing moved the earth for them, not sure which, anyway they were kind enough to ask was I okay to continue. This was at 8 miles, in the middle of no where! Little choice but to pick myself up and keep going. My hand was sore, dirty and bleeding. My chest had taken the full force, I cursed my small boobs, had I been built like eldest Madam I might well have bounced back up on my feet! My knees hurt, it took all my will power not to look at them to check out the damage. Just keep going Shaz! Keep going I did after I rescued the unlucky number 99 which had ripped off and was in danger of flying over the cliff in to the sea!
Fortunately the run was not as long as billed (oh I like them like that) and 4 miles later I was at the finish, where I found a nice first aider to clean me up. Glad to see the knees where a little scraped, but no major problem.
For those of you who stop by often and know my desire for a trophy, I am delighted to announce that as one of the first 25 women to get to the end I got a bottle of beer!
Its not a trophy as such, although I am sure I could make it in to one, but it will do for now! Of course it would be better if I drank beer!
The drive home was interesting, one handed, a very bad nights sleep but I am still in one piece and managed an hour on the treadmill, whilst watching VLM this morning.