As people who follow me on Twitter or Facebook will know I dropped out of the Marathon Sandwich. In reality I should never have even began the race.
The day before I was feeling a little ill, I had muscle aches all up my legs and had a mild sore throat. I ignored this and put it down to a poor taper and standard DOMS, with a little sore through. So I packed up my equipment and headed to Sheffield. Meeting up with my friend Tim I was already beginning to feel a little rough and took a little lay down on his floor. I made a call to meet up with another friend and go out for something to eat.
On the way to the restaurant in the car I was beginning to feel a a temperature coming on, my wife said I wasn’t warm at all and to suck it up. We arrived at the restaurant and I ordered my usual of the biggest burger on the menu. I pretty much order this no matter where I go. Easy to eat when you can’t see!
By the time the food had arrived I was deteriorating fast, my temperature was steadily rising and I was beginning to feel incredibly fatigued. When I began to eat I just couldn’t stomach food at all, so I pretty much left it all. This should definitely have been taken as a serious warning sign. I ALWAYS finish my food, the previous week we had gone out for something to eat; not even hungry I ordered the 1lb burger and demolished it. I just can’t leave food!
Leaving the restaurant the muscle sorriness had reached new heights and even standing had become tiring. Arriving back at my friends I decided to go straight to bed. This is when my temperature soared through the roof, then the shakes, then the intense muscle pain until 3am! I got barely no sleep and thought there was no way I would even be getting out of bed in the morning.
I managed to fall asleep and awoke with 2 hours sleep and had a decision to make. Laying in bed I told my self if I can stand up when I get out of bed I will give it a shot. I attempted to stand up and I could. Well now I would have to live up to what I had said, so I decided I would run.
This really wasn’t my best idea!
I headed down to the start line and began to run, pretending I was fine. This charade didn’t last lone as after the first mile my friends were asking if I was alright. I said I was fine and we carried on. By mile 7 my cover had well and truly been blown as I looked awful, I had to admit to how ill I was and it probably would be a good idea to call it a day.
Now the ultra runners out there might now what happens next……… I didn’t stop I ran another 8 miles. I say ran thats probably a mild exaggeration. I covered another 8 miles. By this point I really had reached my limit for the day, which after all for me is the entire point of running. To explore those limits, so what did I learn?
If I am so ill I can barely stand, I can still run a half marathon!
One thought on “Marathon Sandwich and the drop out”
We can’t succeed every time we try, mate. If we do, we’re not setting our goals high enough. Chin up and take your revenge…