I Never Thought I Could Have Ran An Ultramarathon
It’s true. Even after I ran marathon I thought I’d reached the maximum distance I could run. Only certain types of fucking nutters did ultramarathons and I wasn’t one of them.
I proved myself wrong by doing my first 50k run and wiping my ass with nettles.
And I haven’t looked back ever since then. Except maybe with my 100k which took 27 hours.
Focusing on training for ultramarathons is a lot more fun for me than marathon training.
When I was marathon training I’d never even try to get past 20 miles in a long run. I set myself a limit. A constraint. I never ran past 20 miles because I never believed I could.
Every long run was fucking miserable. By the end I’d hit the wall and feel sick and a like a failure. It wasn’t fun so I struggled to ever do long runs.
It’s only in the last year that I’ve managed to get past 50k in a training day and start to really enjoy running long. The key to running that far for me is to stop every 6 to 8 miles and refuel a little.
I don’t think about running all of the miles. I break it down into 8 mile runs. The hardest bit for me is starting to run again after I’ve stopped. Once I’ve started up again, I know I’m going to be OK. I stop before I have to and after a little rest I’m ready to go out again.
The more I practice this, the easy it gets to start again.
I don’t beat myself up for running too slow. I get outside and stay outside like I did as a kid and it improves my mood significantly.
It’s too easy to let your fear of failure stop you from doing a marathon let alone an ultramarathon. The ridicule you can face for shitting in a hedge only lasts for so long. It’s not until you leave your comfort zone that you become fully aware of what you’re capable of.
I’ve learnt that I’m capable of shitting outdoors like a rabid fox.