Hello world, it’s been a while!

23 08 2012

  I keep glancing at my watch; a year ago it was 18:15 in the Alps, on the last Thursday before the bank holiday*, and I was on my feet (probably). I had been for 9 Hours and 15 minutes. I had no idea that I would be on them for another 21 hours and 49 minutes, I was still vaguely on target for a 24 hour finish.

17:20, 25th August 2011 – Chocolate biscuits, Water, High Spirits and threatening clouds

I was on my way to somewhere called Fort du Truc. I remember being excited about pee-ing a lot… This was a relief as I had been on the cusp of getting quite dehydrated. I had got through the highest point of the race, I’d got through the longest descent. I’d got through the first time I wanted to cry… I had no idea how bad it was still going to get.

When I think back, I know how bad it got.

I know how much of a struggle it was.

I know that some of the aches and pains I occasionally get a year later probably stem back to it.

I can vividly remember sitting on a big rock in a col screaming at the top of my lungs at the piercing wind and the people who set the course, and nearly crying.

I remember hating it.

I remember hating myself for taking it on.

I remember how epic seeing the sunrise was.

I remember an old woman carrying bread walking faster than me in Les Contamines after 24 hours on the go.

I remember deciding I wouldn’t quit, but if I didn’t make cut-off, then it wasn’t meant to be.

I remember being in agony trying to get to the last checkpoint in time.

I remember crossing the finish line, the woman asking if I was OK, and swearing I’d never do it again.

I remember it all so clearly that just thinking about it gives me a lump in my throat. But I also know that next Thursday (it’s running a week later this year) I will be envious of those who are out there giving it their all. 

Nothing I’ve done since then has come close to being the challenge.

 I want to do it again.

I want to sit in a tent in the col du Joly and cry because I don’t know if I can make the 9km to the next cut off in 3 hours because it’s an opportunity to really find out what you’re made of, and how often do we do that?

When I sat down thinking “I’ve not written anything in a while, I should write about what I’ve been up to” I didn’t expect to write the above… it just came out. I have several race reports to write, did I mention that the Nuffield Sprint Tri I did had its results corrected – 2nd in Age Group baby! I had a nightmare at UK 70.3 and a pretty good race at Todmorden off the back of some non-standard prep the day before. I’ve been climbing quite a bit, oh and I rode to Paris, which was… wet.

Jeez… can I really do it again?

Always a good opportunity for “the feet photo” – do I really want to do this again? Will they do this again?

*So the race wasn’t actually a year ago today, it was 25/8/11, but it feels like it




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