Of the 3 events I mentioned in the last post, I'm currently 0 for 1. The Cambrian Patrol did not go particularly well with the team (well, mainly me) suffering in the swamps of the Elan Valley. Things had started well enough, however getting soaking wet feet and legs from spending around 4 hours trying to get through 3km followed by a subsequent 8km on hard metalled roads had a debilitating effect and I made the decision, as the commander, to end the suffering (mainly mine). There is always the thought that maybe I could have pushed us on to see where we ended up but I felt that could result in injury so I'm happy with the decision, which was justified later that night as I struggled to get up the 50 metres of steep road carrying only a chicken kebab and 4 pack of San Miguel!! No-one from the many we have spoken to since holds us in any disregard so we'll learn the lessons and strive for success next year.
Anyhoo, tomorrow gives me the chance for a spot of redemption in the shape of the Snowdonia Marathon.There are certainly easier events - click for profile - I could have chosen to regain self respect and, with only a week passing since Cambrian, I am likely to be a tad sore on Saturday night. But as the wise man once said, when you fall off the horse the best thing to do is get straight back on.
Now where did I put those MTFU pills?
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