Running races and distances requires respect. I knew this, had spent five years learning what works best for me in a race, how my body reacts and how to get the best out of my running.
Yesterday all this knowledge was blown out of the water. I had the worst race ever. I had failed to give my body what it needed to do the distance and had paid the price for it. A 2:22 off road half marathon was not the intention when I stood at the start line, I was using this race as a training run for the Grizzly in two weeks time, but I never expected this. With just an ounce of foresight, I should have seen this coming….
My pre-race fueling was atrocious to put it mildly. I spent the best part of the evening in a local police station identifying my property, which had been stolen from my home in a burglary earlier that week, in a warm stuffy room, dehydrating my body. I had eaten a packet of hula hoops for lunch whilst taking my boys out for the day and to top it off I had a breakfast that wasn’t big enough to fuel a 13 mile run.
My body didn’t take kindly to this during the race and by mile 7 I was run/walking the rest of the way back due to stomach cramps. Not my finest hour. I had not given my body the opportunity to perform at any level. Lessons have been learnt.