And that’s OK
If you’ve never had a particularly shitty run you have either A sold your soul to the man Downstairs or B not been running long enough.
They will come and the way you deal with them is what truly counts.
Today I took part in an eight Mile fell race with 2k ft ascent,by far not my longest event or my highest climb, but it was the worst race in an age.
I spent most of the ups walking, the flats limping along like a wounded chihuahua and the downs, you guessed it… Walking.
I had absolutely nothing in the tank, my legs just forgot what we were doing on this beautiful piece of Lancashire countryside.
I think mostly it was my mind that gave up first, I didn’t particularly want to race today but as it was a club league event I didn’t want to let my mates down. On arrival a few mentioned I looked tired (bunch of charmers!) and I think maybe I was a little so I used that as an excuse to perform sub standard.
Sometimes you can be the fittest athlete in the world (of which I am far from) but if the head isn’t also trained you are already half beaten.
I won’t dwell on today, and probably won’t think about it again after I’ve finished this blog, I will learn from it though, and the two things I have learnt today are.
1 You can’t skimp on weekly mileage and assume you can run as well as usual.
2 Bogs and cow dung are not a winning fragrance combination!