Unlike Hollywood movies, not all stories have a happy ending.
First up, I take 100% responsibility for the DNF. I will not blame anything but my training failure.
So what went wrong, I was done, by the 60km check point. I will spare you the details. But stopping, was the right thing to do.
I only just made the 50km cut off time, by 2 minutes. And there was no way I was making the 11pm cut off. My pace had slowed to 20.00 minutes per km. I just didn’t train for the hills properly.
Incline running and walking on the treadmill, does not substitute getting out on the trails. I will not be attempting another TNF100km, unless I can train on similar terrain.
To Make It Worse!
Leading up to the race I was told, it was runnable, and an easy 100km course. If that was easy, then I’m way out of shape. Which is most likely the coarse of the DNF, to start with.
These are 2 questions, I should of asked myself before setting the goal of running 100 kms. In hindsight I should of went for the 50 kms first.
- Can I train on similar terrain?
- Is this too far from what I have already completed?
This is also something I learnt from my first marathon.
- Find a coach.
- Follow the training plan.
- Lose some weight.
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Its been 4 days since the race, and I can’t believe how badly I trained for the event.
What was I thinking? I should of spent more time in similar terrain, getting used to the conditions. No wonder, I failed!!
My three points of failure.
- Not training in similar terrain, hills and heat etc,
- Not preparing for the all day running, by doing some 10 hour runs in training,
- And on the day, at the 50km check point, they had no water. So I filled up on whatever the blue stuff was and kept running, big mistake.
The details leading up to the 60km race exit point.
The below screenshot is the last 10kms, I ran. The elevation started at 51kms, slowly rising for the next 3kms to a height of 500m. Under normal conditions, not to hard. But then we went up again to a height of 600m within 1km, in the middle of the day. And I’m drinking some blue shit, that that is making my kidneys cramp.
This is were it gets fun.
I’m 50 to 70m from the top, and I start dry reaching, empty vomiting. I’m dizzy, it feels like I’m going to fall back down the hill. I stop, get my shit together, and push through to the top.
Up there is a guy, flat on his back, with a yellow vested marshal standing over him, asking him if he can walk. No, I can not walk, my legs will not move.
I’m thinking shit, I don’t want to be that guy. But I carry on, down the hill. Until the vomiting starts again, this time its not empty.
I start walking, thinking it will pass, it will pass. But really, I still have a marathon to run and 4 hills to go. I know I’m done.
A fellow runner asks, you ok mister? Yes I’m good, just emptying my stomach, to make room for more water.
I asked, at this pace what time do you think I will finish?
He smiled and said we have 9 hours left, before the cut off, but you are running at a 12 hour pace. For the next 3 kms, I’m doing my best to keep some water down, eat some food and get my mind back on track.
But nothing is working.