|Summer training with B-Dog|
My training had been on track with decent progressions in distance and elevation with only some minor 'niggles' to nurse along…until….2-3 weeks prior to the event I tripped over an inconsequential tree root whilst running home in the dark (yes.i did have a headlamp on!). Whilst there was some initial discomfort, I was able to run another 5km home. A couple of days later, running was not at all possible. Anterior knee pain pulled me up. Usual treatment ensued with not much change in my ability to train…..in fact, no running at all. I had some diagnostics performed at short notice (fortunately my local radiologist is also an ultra-runner!) Results were encouraging, showing only grade 1 patellar tendon strain and mild infrapatella bursitis. I continued treatment and resumed light training, but still had a lot of pain on running…not all that encouraging when about a week out from race day :Z
|Another round of treatment|
In the week leading up to race day I did a lot of walking, hiking and shorter jogs in the Blue Mountains to test the legs. I started to feel more confident in actually standing on the start line by the Thursday before. I had spent some time contemplating whether to start. I didn't want to be a liability to the race organisers nor any of their staff by getting myself into a situation that I couldn't safely get out of, nor compromise anyone else's safety for that matter. Having done this event 4 times previously, I knew the course well. I decided that I would give it a go and mitigate any risk, take one checkpoint at a time and remain in phone contact.
|Lucky 537 :(|
Decision made…..race day arrives and off I go in wave 4. Quite tentative and easy to keep the load on the legs nice and light. Bitumen section completed and down Furber stairs we go. Legs feeling relatively good. I clamber over the landslide and make my way around to Golden Stairs whilst trying hard to reign in my forward motion! Up Golden I go and I make a point of staying behind some slower less confident runners. It was good to keep my breathing contained but frustrating at working at an uncomfortable pace. I went through CP1 feeling great…I felt really good metabolically. no nausea,
|At race start in my PJ's to keep the sore legs warm!|
There is never a time where there is an easy decision in climbing into the 'Wagon of Shame', getting transported back to race base and signing the paperwork to withdraw. It is a hard pill to swallow after all the hours, the miles, the early starts hours before the sun rise, the missed social occasions and all the other sacrifices that are made not only by me but also my family in helping me achieve my goals. It is never easy….for anyone. I was devastated and very disappointed in falling way short of my expectations and I only held it together until my amazing, wonderful family met me in the medical tent with kisses, cuddles and a beautiful bunch of flowers. I felt so undeserving, so humiliated and so unworthy of anything. But there they
|Flowers from my amazing family xx|
|Guy Holloway getting butt rub!|
admirable lady and you set the bar for what I aspire to. Thank you for the beautiful hugs along the way. Andy Bowen….what a checkpoint, grim sweeper leader!! There are many people who owe their completion to you…you are one mean negotiator!!
|Grim Sweeper Andy Bowen! What a sight!!|
Although my run didn't go to plan, I am forever grateful that I could be part of the TNF journey for so many people. Sometimes we need a change in focus to gain perspective on the important things. Now…to plan for the next one!