So it really couldn’t have been much worse. I started a race that I shouldn’t have started and pulled out way before half way.
Stupid f*cking stomach. It has plagued me throughout my training and it decided to pay me a return visit on the Thursday before the race. The issue that I have had for about 12 years that doctors have been unable to diagnose is becoming too frequent.
This was supposed to be a special marathon weekend. Not because I wanted to go for 4 hours, but because my best mate was taking part in memory of his Mum and all of his family were coming down, many of whom I haven’t seen for years.
I started to get stomach issues on Thursday night, they got worse on Friday and I was getting proper stabbing pains on Saturday.
I got up early on race day, put my kit on and went for a run up the road to test it out. It was painful and I knew I shouldn’t start the race. So I went back indoors. ‘How is it?’ I’m asked. ‘It’ll be fine’ I reply. Obviously I knew that it wouldn’t be, but I had to start. I couldn’t let my mate down.
So, we head down to Brighton using the back up plan as the trains were screwed.
We lined up in Preston Park in the 3.30 – 4 hour group and we set off. For me it was like running with a heavy stitch from the start. The crowds took my mind of it to be honest. The people of Brighton did the event proud. They were out in their 1000’s and I really enjoyed the first 5 miles.
Then it went belly up on the way out to Ovingdean. Stomach started to hurt more. The stitch became more like a stab. I wanted to drop and make my way back to the finish, but didn’t want to cross the road and turn around, as people might have thought that I was cheating. So I went to the turn around point at Ovingdean and then slowly made my way back to the finish line to get my clothes and warm myself up.
The plus side – getting to see this man cross the line. This is the only important thing really. I will ride another day and this will push me to get a proper diagnosis of the problem I have. He got the cross the line, thinking of his Mum and this will always stand as a tribute to her.
This was supposed to be my last Brighton Marathon. That’s the other annoying thing. I didn’t get the chance to have a proper crack at 4 hours. Maybe in a couple of years.
I now need to get over this disappointment and put my trainers back on when I feel I can run pain free again.
There are some big events coming up. My first 50 miler is in July. I need to be fit and, more importantly, healthy. This is going to spur me on to get myself better for the Endure 50.
A bit down, but definitely not out.