I wanted it so much and I tried so hard, but today was not my day. I have been chewed up and spat out and I’m broken.
I’m also profoundly grateful to Kate and Norm, without whom I would have dropped far earlier, the Centurion RD and volunteers who had me in tears with their kindness, and of course, to Andy, who doesn’t bat an eyelid when I enter daft races, and who picks up the pieces afterwards.
I’m also a little overwhelmed by the support that I had en route from other runners (some of whom made it and some of whom didn’t) and from family, friends, team mates, club mates, parkrunners, twitter and ‘athoners.
And I’m more in love with ultra running than ever.