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.
I felt for you on Sunday and it wasn’t good seeing you running in so much pain, but we don’t call you Mr Awesome Dawson for nothing and I have no doubt you will be back fitter and stronger than ever really soon.
Ha ha, thank you. I’m feeling pretty sad about the whole thing. Lots of hard work and I didn’t even get to give it a good shot. 2 important things came out of it. Dean got to do his thing and I’ll now push to get this sorted. There’s more stuff on the horizon, so need to get back on it soon.