Spirit Flower wrote:I am amazed at what great shape I was at the end. No aches or issues, just tired.
I was broken. I couldn't move for two days without making "Grrr uugggghhhh" noises. I wore a pair of skins (leggings) which got wet and chaffed my thighs; it was like rope burns down there. My feet were just so tired. My legs were smashed. The next day even my biceps felt like I'd been power curling.
It was my first ultra though and I thought it went okay. Apart from the leggings I was happy with my kit and running shoes; no blisters at all.
And my training went okay; I used low-heart-rate-training apart from races, all this year. It really worked for me. I've got a few short fun (but tough) races lined up, with a marathon in Apr 18. I'm going to try a sub 3.30, but I'm not fussed if I'm slower.
I might do another ultra marathon later in 2018 too.
Much of the training reminded me of the basics of recovery. It's all done a day-at-a-time, one-training-run-at-a-time. A running support group is invaluable too. Like sobriety, running is a team effort; I couldn't do it alone.
Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.” Rumi (No sniggering from the sex addicts)