Why I Don’t Run Events Anymore
I don’t really do events anymore.
I hate how all it takes is for one thing in your day to go wrong for the run to be a failure. Months of training down the shitter.
When I DNFed the Green Man Ultra and the Isle of Wight Challenge I was very depressed and I didn’t start running to feel that way. I didn’t feel any compulsion to go back and prove anyone wrong and finish the events. After the races I just thought “why the fuck am I doing this to myself? I am not enjoying this. I am miserable”
It’s the same with marathons. I don’t see the point in chasing down a time for the sake of chasing down a time. It’s not where my heart is at. I don’t see the point of running in circles anymore. I need to be going somewhere and it has to be somewhere I want to go.
My heart is with the Camino De Santiago
I’m starting on the 3rd of February from Pamplona in Spain. The aim is to make it to Santiago De Compostela by the end of February. That’s just over 400 miles in 26 days. 15 miles a day is much more doable than the 30 mile a day slog of LEJOG which almost broke me for good.
A lot of people compare marathons and ultramarathons to life. You don’t fail at life in a single day unless you strip naked, drape yourself in a Nazi flag and ask a high speed train to lick Marmite off your dick.
Like life, these multi-day trips go on. You have good days and bad days. One bad day doesn’t make for a bad trip. If you have a bad day you always have a tomorrow to work with and make shit good again.
Besides, I don’t have room for medals and t-shirts anymore. I’m travelling with one 40l backpack everywhere I go. I never wear those event t-shirts anyway. Most of them make you look like you’re next in line for the Operation Yewtree investigations.