At 19 hours and 20 minutes into the 24 hour race I made a simple decision. I was going to run 2km and no more. I had run through the night, through hard rain and around large puddles on hard tarmac. The sun was up and it was hot. I couldn't get a PB or automatic Spartathlon qualifyer so what was the point? I would run 100 miles in under 20 hours and be happy. And that’s what I did.
I am happy, not many
people can cover 100 miles on foot in under 20 hours. 161km In modern
measurements. An achievement and a good one. My motivation was for 216km in 24
hours and as I saw it slip out of reach after starting too fast I reset the
goal and decided to leave it for another day.
I learnt a lot from
the race. I learnt about socks from the
individual bronze medalist in the 24 hour worlds last year. I was fed by my
wife and when she had to pop off for children duties for a few hours I was looked
after by another member of the GB team from the 24 hour worlds. They urged and pushed me on with humour,
friendship and jelly babies through the whole 20 hours. The only slight regret was I was letting them
and my wife down for stopping, but I was doing it for me. So in all honestly I
wasn't not really letting anyone down.
I hold in question
my motivation. In 2012 I attempted my first 100 mile ultra. How hard can it be?
I pulled out at 76 miles a total wreck. My hips were hurting for days as were
my legs. The fact I had failed for the
first time spiked my interest. This was hard. This was worth doing. I waited a year and trained as smartly as I
could. I reran that race and finished it.
It still hurt, but I gutted it out, through snow and floods to finish in
27 hours. It was and is a high spot for
me. Something I remember with every race I do.
Athens 2016 was
supposed to be my automatic qualifier for the Spartathlon. 2016 is my 50th birthday. As more and more
people want to run the Spartathlon the race now requires a lottery. I entered last year not expecting to get
pulled out of the lottery. My cunning
plan was to have 2 tickets in this year.
However I got drawn. With my cunning plan foiled I decided to go for it
a year early. If I failed I would learn. Maybe this was a mistake. Even the
slightest doubt in an ultra will let you give up easier than you should. I didn't make it getting timed out at
106km. I also didn't get drawn this
year. So I hatched another cunning plan
to auto qualify and avoid the draw. In 2015 I ran 202km in Athens all I needed
was another 14km in 24 hours. How hard can it be?
I was looking
forward to the sun coming up. The night was cold and wet. When it did it didn't
hold back. I remembered the heat at Spartathlon. I remembered the heat at
Olympia to Nemea. A race I pulled out of at dawn, unable to face another day of
hot sun! I question my ability to run
through a second day at Spartathlon and through the heat. I ask myself do I
really want it bad enough. I have to
look at my first 100 mile attempt and the reason I run. I run because it is hard. I run far because
the impossible becomes possible. I need
to finish the Spartathlon because it is hard!
That sets my plan for the next year. By the end of February 2017 I must
have a 24 hour 216km result or a 16:40 100 mile result. Both are tough goals to
reach. Both are hard, but that’s why I run.
A special thanks to Maria, Dan and Robbie for looking after me.
Congratulations to James
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