Well, today was a day of two halves, were have I heard that before?
I was in with my therapist boys, Sam and Nathan at 8am for a light flush out and general stretch. The quads were still tight but everything else was ok so I felt confident of a similar time to yesterday, oh how wrong I was to be.
We started off and I felt good, bit tight in the quads but nothing major. The early hills that I really dislike came and went and I was aiming at a reasonable 5 hours or so which was actually still on by the time I reached the half way point. By the time I wombled in to the feedbox at 14 miles I knew I was in trouble. The time was slipping away rapidly as my quads decided that enough was enough.
They were really tight and not playing at all and I was really struggling to run down the hills now as well as up. Plod mode was needed and I don’t mean any plod mode, this was extreme plod mode, a bit of a get me home plod. Even though I was struggling I found that I didn’t feel tired and that my head was in a very good place, enjoying the scenery and trying not to worry about the horrendous time that I was haemorrhaging.
The miles ticked by slowly, as I got slower and tighter. My form was all over the shop and I was trying to relax my shoulders and maintain some kind of form, not a chance.
Eventually I wobbled across the line, my slowest marathon ever and was whisked away for treatment and recovery. I can just about walk normally again now but stairs are still a problem. Hey ho, off to bed soon after a little bit of stretching. Another one tomorrow.
Do I need to say this, 26.2 miles, 5:55, whoops