I’m pissed off, Bear Mountain 50 miler was a DNF.
I am thinner than I was last year, I am better trained than I was last year, I am faster than I was last year. Yet I couldn’t get the job done, principally the running Gods decided that the Monday prior to my race I was to wake up with agonizing shooting pains from my heel all the way up my IT band (note if I ever become musician and work with computers this would be a good band name). To add to this I decided to vomit up everything I tried to eat. Oh and I saw F’ing snake, I hate snakes.
Bloody hell re-reading what I have just written makes me sound like a whiny tosser making excuses for a piss poor performance. Being this negative and pissed off is very out of character and it is a funk I don’t know how to shake, especially as I am still left with a knackered right leg.
What am going to do about it? Register next year and give it another go? Carry on being a whinging Pom? Or to hell with 50 milers bring me 100 miles?
I had 8 and a half hours on the drive back to stew on the above, the only logical solution seems to be run a hundred miles, but honestly my confidence is shaken, so watch this space…
Oh heck I can’t leave the post like this pissed or not, there are too many great things about this race not to acknowledge a few of them.
The course is beautiful and challenging, race day organization is perfect, the post race festival is a blast. As always most of all the people who race these things are awesome, I met a lot of great people on The Bear Mountain course, not least of all James who not only made my last few kilometers a blast, also kinda made me feel like a rock star when he said he had read our blog and wasn’t the first person that day to say it.
Ahh bollocks bring on the 100.