100km Race to the Stones; the unfinished symphony..... *long post alert*
From the attached image you may have guessed how my epic adventure panned out; a trip to a&e and a stance like john Wayne for the inevitable future. I am absolutely gutted to admit I didn’t make it to the stones, and by 80k, after ignoring all medical advice of even attempting to get that far, my hips finally gave out. Literally. Which is a massive blow when you’ve spent months convincing your feet they don’t need to blister and your ankles that they really are strong enough to pull this off. @racetothestones Is an absolute blinder of an endurance race; it reels you in like whitchcraft, chews you up and spits even the hardest athlete out the other side (an athlete I’m not claiming to be). I am in absolute awe of everyone that smashed out the 50, and the 100, and to my fellow nutcases that fell by the wayside to injury or 30degree heat; you are all bloody amazing. I have spent pretty much every day since saturday in tears, the weekend due to waddling along the ridgeway in excruciating pain, and subsequently to feeling like a huge failure. Thank you to the event team for picking me up, dusting me off, and looking after me when the going got too tough, and to the beautiful people in my life that have put my emotionally sorry ass back together in the days since. You helped me raise a mega £800 for cancer research, and to those who took the time to make a point of laughing at the fact I didn’t finish - fuck. You.... it’s not over till the fat lady sings, and this fat lady will be back next year when they’ve put my legs back together. Next time ridgeway, it’s personal.