Once we had stocked up on some energy and iron we headed off to the beautiful Eastnor castle which was to be the scene of the crime. We were met by a very muddy hill and the prospect of getting the lorry up it in order to camp so it was a foot down and hope moment, anyway, we made it and had set up home and got the kettle on within a couple of minutes, I like this camping in a lorry business!
We had the afternoon to sit and enjoy the unexpected appearance of the sun, by this point however the situation had become real, the nerves were starting to kick in and there was a party of butterflies going on inside my tummy, I tried to just kick back and take in the surroundings and indulge in a bit of people watching though.
Soon enough it was time to get ready and head over to the start, at this point we met up with some old timers who were coming down to race, in fact these are the people I hold responsible for talking me into such a crazy thing! So we headed over together, dropped off our change of clothes and got tattooed up. The atmosphere in the race village was fantastic and there were so many people around, all different types of people but all of them clearly up for a laugh and to test their bodies. There were a lot of people dressed up in various fancy dress outfits, probably also running for a charity and despite the churning nerves I started to feel happy to be there and be a part of it.
when it came to starting the race we decided to go fairly early on as we knew we would be slower than most and it would be demoralising to end up last on the course so we headed off in the 2nd wave. The 1st few hundred meters lull you in to a false sense of 'oh, this is ok' and we set off at a happy (downhill) run. Then, straight away you are faced with the 1st hill, it is a never ending up, up, up and it was so hard. I felt my lungs would explode. no matter how deeply I breathed the oxygen would not get into my body, this is one of the problems with being anaemic, the body cannot meet the oxygen demands and I felt this straight away. Once we had made it to the top there was a fairly flat but boggy section and some down hill mud through the trees up until the 1st hurdle which we knew must be the 1km mark. At this point I was in so much pain and felt so ill I really didn't think I could carry on and I said to Laura I wouldn't be able to do the whole thing. She of course told me not to be so stupid and of course I could do it so that was that, we were in it for the long haul!
By the end of the 1st km the mud really had not been too bad and I was beginning to think that people had over dramatised the extent of the mud, I was wrong! OMG! At times it was up to my waist, I never knew there were so many different types of mud. Thick mud, thin mud, sloppy mud, sticky mud. We had to run through it, jump in it, climb out of it and commando crawl through it, it was AWESOME! I actually longed for the sight of each mud pit because I knew that where there was a mud pit, there was not a hill, brilliant lol!
The pain in my lungs continued and my body ached and a new, unidentified pain kicked in but I no longer wanted to quit, I had got into the zone and there was nothing going to stop me from finishing that race. By the time we hit 5km I felt I had got into a flow and had recovered my sense of humour and was starting to enjoy my self. I found the obstacles were a good bit of added fun and were good for counting off the distance as I knew there were 10 of them so each one done brought me closer to the end. When it came to the monkey bars I didn't even bother trying, there was an alternative cargo net next to it so I did that instead and when it came to the wall, it was a no go. This was in the last km and my legs were just jelly by then, but I don't mind, there is no shame in giving it a go and not making it! As for the lakes, they were lovely, we had to swim through 2 lakes and it was a good chance to get cleaned up! I was a little concerned by how warm they were and would rather not think about the reasons for this as it certainly wasn't from the sun!!! The muddy bank was a lot of fun and a lot easier than it looked but the finishing straight was horrific, it was up hill all the way to the finish line, what a depressing sight! Just as I approached the finish line my friend Clare came running up and was shouting encouragement which was lovely, she had clearly finished some time earlier as she was already dressed and clean!
As I finished I caught a glimpse of the timer and was gutted to see it said 3hrs 45 mins, I couldn't believe it had taken that long and felt rubbish about it. What I hadn't realised was that the timer had run through the junior race before us and not been reset to zero. Phew! It turned out or time was 2hrs38, well under the 3 hour goal I had set my self and I later learned we were not last and that the last person was 48mins slower so I was pretty happy with that :)
I can't describe to you how I felt at the end, either physically or emotionally. I was so happy and felt it was a little personal victory, I didn't cry but only because I wasn't physically capable. I had nothing left! Straight after the race the shakes started and I felt very wobbly and sick. In our goody bags we ere provided with Mars bars but of course being coeliac I couldn't eat mine. By the time I made it back to camp I felt to sick to eat. I was frozen so we made a cuppa and got into bed for a while, I couldn't seem to get rid of the shakes but couldn't manage to eat either.
Anyway, despite feeling a bit rough we decided we didn't want to miss the evenings entertainment so we took our drinks and headed over to the race village to enjoy the party and listen to the band. When we were there we met some boys and hung out with them for the evening. I only managed one cider though, I think anymore would have finished me off!
The next morning we had a bbq breakfast, packed up camp and took our aching bodies away home, smiling that we had decided not to do the race on the Sunday too!!!
This experience perhaps doesn't sound much to most people but to me it has affirmed that I do have fight left in me, I do have the strength of character to over come and that I can achieve, all I have to do is put my mind to it.This race took place 2 weeks short of the 1 year anniversary of my broken back and pelvis, I reckon I have done pretty well to be at the point where I could complete this race. Just shows, it is incredible what the body can bounce back from. I feel proud of myself and that is not something I have often felt. I also feel grateful, I may have had a lot thrown at me and the world has tried to finish me off on many occasions but I'm still here! The Sunday was my little girls birthday, I think she would have been proud of her mummy too.
I saw the link you posted on the Macmillan forums to your blog and I just wanted to say what an inspirational post! Congratulations on such an amazing achievement!
ReplyDeleteMy sister went to the event and I think she's still sleeping it off, hehe :)
I wish you all the best xx Rhi xx
Thanks Rhi and well done to your sister, it was a tough one and I am not surprised she is still sleeping it off! I luckily got my blood transfusion on Thursday so finally feel a little better :)
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