I did a stupid run on Sunday night for W8R1. I headed off towards a local nature reserve as it’s a flatter route than my usual and my ankle problem has been flaring up in the last few days, so I decided to avoid the hills on my regular route. I get to the junction where I can turn right for the nature reserve or left for a local village and the devil on my shoulder says “man up and go left up that big hill” and for some reason unbeknown to me I duly oblige. Now this hill is the sort of hill that is better suited to 4x4’s or climbing gear, not running up. It’s so steep that I recon when standing upright, the tarmac in front of you is about 15ft from your face in a straight line. From bottom to top this hill is probably 400m of pure pain! I made it.......... just. In fact I was so tired and out of breath by the time I reached the top that I nearly collapsed a couple of times and my head was spinning while my lungs were burning and gasping for air. The following morning my legs didn’t work. A case of jelly legs, but my head is telling me that I’m made of some pretty determined stuff. I’m not a quitter that’s for sure. I completed my run and although absolutely wrecked I’m pleased with that. Just hope that the ankle is ok with an extra days rest for W8R2 tonight.
You live and learn........... or not, in my case!