The Recovery Runs 1: Run into the Ground

I have had enough. I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired, and I’ve been so incredibly dizzy lately that I’ve had genuine concerns that I might throw up on people under the cargo net in races. In fact, I’ve been so dizzy that I’ve not even been able to walk properly, let alone run.  And enough is enough. Continue reading

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Giving anxiety a run for its money: Dirty Dozen 18k

I’d never done a Dirty Dozen before, but my god, had I heard about them. Doug ‘The Beard’ Spence has near legendary status within OCR and a reputation for putting on a good show over a slightly longer distance than advertised. I knew vaguely what to expect, but I didn’t foresee how I would react to the challenges the course presented. That is, to say, I think I had a mental breakdown. Continue reading

On losing my mojo

For approximately 3k in any race, I pretty much want to die, stop running, give up OCR, take up knitting, or start creating a basic shelter in surrounding woodland in which I can hibernate. In short, it takes me a while to warm up. By about 4k, I start to feel positive about the fact that I’m getting into the swing of it, finding a sensible pace and not overtly negative about my life choices. By the end of the race, I’ve forgotten what my stupid brain was whining about and I’ve got my game face on for a sprint finish. Continue reading