With the arrival of August came mild panic. Shit feels like it’s getting real. However, I also ONLY BLOODY WENT AND RAN A MARATHON*!! AND one that had the equivalent climb the height of Ben Nevis (I ran the Yorkshire 3 Peaks Challenge route).
The Yorkshire Three Peaks Challenge takes on the peaks of Pen-y-ghent, Whernside and Ingleborough, usually in this order. These peaks form part of the Pennine range, and encircle the head of the valley of the River Ribble, in the Yorkshire Dales National Park.
To say I’m rather chuffed with myself would be somewhat of a understatement. This is the longest I’ve ever run before (let’s not look at the time, but there were hills, food stops and of course some general faffing) and combine that with lots of climbing made it a challenge in itself, even though it was ‘just a training run’. I also then walked the exact same route the day after on tired and slightly achy legs and DID NOT DIE.
I ached no more in the few days afterwards than I have done doing other events, and having a sports massage a couple of days later really helped (although it hurt like fuck).
Confidence: Boosted. (level 32 at least I reckon)
Feeling a bit more prepared now and like my training has actually made a difference. GREAT training week (reality: might still be high on endorphins).