I haven’t had a good week training wise as an Acute Kidney
Infection has stopped me in my tracks!
BUT I was in a dilemma.
I had booked to run Dalemain Marmelade 10K Trail Race today
and have been ooooing and arrring all week about whether I should run whilst
not feeling 100% and on strong antibiotics.
Earlier in the week when I was on deaths door the decision was
easy – it was a definite NO! But then
the antibiotics started to work their magic and I started to feel human again
... this was when the dilemma started!
My decision changed by the hour depending on my pain levels!
Yesterday I decided to do a little “test run” to see what my
body actually thought of the idea! If it
objected then the decision would be final!
I only went 2 miles but it felt like I was flying and I felt great when
I got back – perhaps all that had been missing was an endorphin shot!
After this the decision was made! Come what may I was going give it my best
shot! If I had to walk or not finish so
be it! Afterall it was ONLY a 10K, how
hard could it be?
This morning when I got up and opened the curtains I was
considering having a relapse as it was blowing a gale and raining! However, I was travelling with a friend and I
didn’t want to let her down so this spurred me on to man up!
When we arrived at the race HQ at Dalemain the field was
already churned up and exceptionally muddy, but thankfully by this point the
rain had stopped!
It was also very, very cold and very, very windy and I was
beginning to question my sanity! Why wasn’t I milking my illness? I could have stayed
snuggled up in bed with hubby running round after me!
Once the race started I couldn’t believe that we immediately went
up a very steep and muddy never ending hill – I started to think that perhaps I
shouldn’t have risked it! My energy
levels were very low and I had to walk part of this hill which didn’t do my
confidence any good at all! Once I made
it to the top I plastered on my “happy face” and tried to fool myself that I
was having fun!
The mud continued, the wind continued and to top it all off there
were numerous stiles enroute which had runners queuing to get over! Normally
this would have irritated me having to stop and start all the time but today I
was actually delighted to get the chance of a breather!
There was a short section that left behind the muddy fields and
tracks and went on a road. This felt
really bizarre to my tired legs! I had
the similar “jelly legs” feeling I get in a Triathlon when I go from the bike
to running! Or perhaps it was my body
telling me it had had enough!
I have never known a 10K seem so long and I can’t ever
remember feeling so elated to actually finish a race albeit slowly. My time
was 1 hour 4 minutes which isn’t something to shout about but I still feel
immensely proud to have finished under the circumstances!
A T Shirt, bling and some marmalade rewarded my efforts!
In hindsight maybe I shouldn’t have run but I survived and ...
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!
11 weeks to get this old body firing fully and feeling fantastic
for the KMF Triathlon!
At the moment Battered and Broken would be more apt!