27 September 2009
rab mountain marathon
or the race that bit me in the ass. what was i thinking? yeh, i've done a few mountain marathons, i can read a map, not too slow on the hills, all the gear but wait for it, no idea!! yes, that's right doing a mountain marathon solo is tough. really tough. i can't believe i was so blase about it.
i can cope with physical discomfort and even pain. my great 'talent' is being able to switch off my brain and just keep slowly podding on. only you can't switch off in this type of score event. constant calculations and re-calculations about time/distance/route/points need to be made. and if you're late back you lose and you can lose big. no slow plodding allowed and don't bite off more than you can chew.
many, many lessons learned and promises to self made. i know what i need to do. however, what's great about this hobby, is despite feeling a little embarrassed by my 'performance' i got to spend the weekend in stunning scenery, in a part of the country i've never visited, with great company and pushed myself harder than i have done in a long time. oh, and i saw my first ever cloud inversion. the blisters, cramp and screaming thighs are all worth it.
at least mountain rescue wasn't called out and i don't think i was last. for a much more descriptive and less navel gazing post, click to read vikki's race report. she was running with jane and therefore got to sleep with my girlfriend last night-just to make matters even more humiliating!