The first 30 km
It was a warm day and the sun was shining, so spirits were good. In the early part of the race I started up a few conversations with racers who’d done the event before and picked up some tips.
The first 20km was pretty uneventful just making sure I kept drinking and picking up food at the pit stops. Around 30km I started to get my first niggles with my calves cramping up. My wife was a welcome sight at this point as I was able to get a quick massage to loosen off and take on more water.
30-50km: Into a dark place
Between 30-50km I had real trouble as my legs were seizing up and I developed a sharp shooting pain in one knee. I went into a real dark place and had emotionally withdrawn from the race by the time I got to half-way.
I was hot and unable to eat the check point snacks or energy bars I had with me. I was longing for some real food – I did have some peanut butter rice cakes I’d made but not enough!
I must have looked as bad as I felt because my wife was speechless, but with some encouragement and the help of the half-way meal my spirits lifted enough to get back out there, attempt another 10km and reassess.