It was with a pursed lip and a Grrr-Argh that I officially rescinded my entry to Lakelands 50 earlier this week.
Originally entered in the blazing gusto a.k.a. completing the Glen Ogle 33 (er, 32, er depending on your route, 31…) mile ultramarathon last year, injury and lack of training have combined to give me another DNS. Now I’m not interested in any incredulous BS regarding DNS versus DNF. The simple fact is that many races (the interesting ones) require you to pay your money (in this instance, quite a lot) up to a year in advance. Can I tell the future? Nope. I certainly thought I would be well trained by this stage and even after sustaining a fairly nasty achilles strain at the start of the year, I STILL thought I would recover in time.
Hope sprung eternal when, having four months away from anything resembling training, I still thought I could walk the route and make all the Checkpoints. I even found some fellow-walkers aiming to just complete and who offered a shoulder to waddle with, across the fifty mile route. But lets not kid ourselves, this isn’t a fifty mile stroll round a park, it’s in the Lake District over hills, dales and some fairly mountainous stuff! Having just managed round a couple of half marathons, I’m not going to risk anything by putting myself through a course which might just set me back even further.
Having said that, there was still a large part of me that wanted to try. God loves a trier and I’m definitely one of those. I would have made it round, not sure about how many pieces I would’ve been in. So Lakelands 50, I thank thee and please accept my £70 entry fee as testament to good intention but a tick in the Did Not Start or Do Not be Stupid as I’m calling it. I’m assuming the hills and the event will be there next year
That said, I AM willing to put myself through 36.5 miles and the ‘real’ 33 mile Glen Ogle course, later in the year. But I’ll be doing it properly, with (gasp) training, route recces, nutrition experiments and new kit. Gotta love an excuse for new running gear.
OK, don’t kill me but….
Whoops. Rescinding entries. Coped with by applying the Retail therapy Plaster