I'm I a masochist?
This is the question I asked myself this morning. Yesterday I ran 21km. As I was saying in this post, I didn't do any training. I had nothing but dumb confidence.
Yesterday, at 8:30 AM I left my house. After a 30 minutes walk, I arrived at the start line. I did my warm-up, trying to get in the best shape I could be. I was mentally prepared. I got this I was saying to myself.
9:30. The race is on. I start running. Less than 1 km in, I feel that this was a bad idea. But I grit my teeth and I continue...
I won't take you through a story of all the 21km. But I will tell you that it was hell. It was hot, I was tired and this was taking its toll on me as well. I drank too much water on the water points set by the organizer. This affect my performance, because I felt full along the way. At some point I felt a pain in my ankle and I could barely could run. I start to walk, limping.
And, eventually, after 2h and 45 minutes of hell I crossed the finish line.
As you would expected this ordeal doesn't ended there. Because this morning I really felt it. My body hurts from shoulders to my toes. My ankles are still sore. I feel pain in my muscles at every move. And I have the feeling that tomorrow morning it will be the same. I just hope that it won't take too long.
Yesterday, I ran 21 km in 2h and 45 minutes. What did you do?
By the way, this is me at the finish line:
