My ultramarathon attempt was thwarted by injury alone. I was still skipping at mile 37 (to the annoyance of all the tired people around me) and having a blast. Making the phone call to be picked up was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. But it was the right decision.
- I'm okay. I lived to tell the tale (and wow what a tale)
- I'm struggling to experience both happiness and disappointment at the same time. So if I seem elated one minute, I could easily turn to tears the next. Bear with me.
- My foot is excruciating, which is devastating because all I want to do is run (but also because I can't walk and it hurts).
- I met some of the most amazing and interesting people out there.
- Sitting here blister free with only a slight niggle in my calf (aside from my foot) it's dawning on me that I'm going to have to start running longer distances....
So. I ran my own ultra marathon this weekend. I didn't get a medal, I didn't get to experience running at night (I was so so excited to use my head torch, so if you see me running round town with it on - you know why) and I didn't run a stupid distance. Just a fairly average one.
