It's been 8 weeks of pain with no running, which means 8 weeks where ambitions, excitement of training for a race and everything that comes in between have diminished little by little...The brat is on a mission of sucking life out of me.
It's funny actually, as I recall how some elite ultra runners like Anna Frost have had many months of no running due to injuries, or how others who I thought were fanatics for running 7 days a week or doing races every weekend had injured themselves, it never occurred to me I could actually be "injured" because I was not doing what they were doing. little did I know that the Brat was a creeping shadow eating up my leg little by little.
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I should have known, injuries only creep in when you don't take care of niggle, when you think you are invisible. Thanks to the Brat, I know wish I had listened to Mick and the others, but pride/ego and everything else, just make you carry on, doesn't it? It makes you not listen to advise, not be wise and get...injured! Alala! What have I done...we have so much running adventures to look forward to next year!
First it's Country to Capital in the UK.
Then it's Kimba Kenya, in Kenya, a 100 km, 5 day stages race where you get to run with gazelles and zebras, go around lakes and the savannah!
We have the TransGranCanaria in March, 125km trail race crossing the whole island.
The Royal Raid, an 80km trail race across Mauritius Island in May.
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and Andorra Ultra Trail in July, Mick is doing Ronda del Cims, while I'm still unsure if I'll go for it or if I should just stick to the Mitic
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So the Brat needs to go, or I'll never get to be part of this! But how?
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