As the start line draws ever near, I thought I would share two more weird and wonderful experiences I have had in the build-up to the Marathon des Sables...
Before this race even started, I contemplated quitting...
This post is over two months late. Hurtwood 50K was held in early December and while it has been on the top of my blogging ‘To Do’ pile, I have dodged writing it up because it was the hardest race I have taken part in to date. Not because of the distance, terrain or bad race decisions. It is simply because I did not want to be running it...
On Sunday I set a new marathon personal best and, if I’m honest, it was a complete accident. The day before the race I confessed to my friend that I didn’t even really want to run this marathon, my running mojo had been kicked into the long bushes as the fear of Marathon des Sables loomed overhead...
During all my races I have three voices that twist and scurry through my subconscious, battling for control. My mind, the hardened but sensible part of myself created through hours of training and self reflection. My body, the big kid inside that just wants to recklessly run and run. The old me, if Tigger is my body then the old me is Eeyore. That part of me is the person I was before I started to run, the 20 stone depression ridden guy who would always rather give up than double down.
I have often been asked by runners and non runners alike what it is like to hit the wall. The boogeyman of endurance sports, a place where your body succumbs to the sheer strain you are putting it through and your mind follows like a lamb to the slaughter. It can last for seconds, minutes or it can completely derail a race.
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