Did Not Start
It wasn’t an easy decision to come to. I prepared my nutrition on Thursday night, making a monster batch of Mountain Fuel pancakes and prepping small resealable bags of Xtreme Energy, resembling something suspicious and illegal.Waking up on Friday morning, I laid my kit out on the living room floor, methodically going through my race vest, spare kit and essentials; weighing options up and sealing descisions in Lifeventure Ultralight dry bags.
I had a headache, it had been rumbling all morning, but it’ll pass…. I hoped.
All sorted, I wasn’t convinced. I sat head in hands, debating my options, all the while checking my watch, well phone as my watch was fully charged, GPX. uploaded and switched off to conserve battery life.
Head not clear, time for a walk. Fresh air sorts all things. Headed up the road, for the first time this week my body was weak. It lacked power and a pensioner power walked past me. Fuck!
If there was a sign, that was it. The hardest descision is admitting that you know the answer and holding it off won’t change the outcome.
My cold was still thick within my head, body making its own descisions and the prospect of camping in wet conditions, followed by 50 miles in similar, wouldn’t end well.
The right choice isn’t always the easiest, but you feel better in the aftermath. Races are select moments in a training cycles, health is lifelong.