This weekend was Crafty Fox weekend, with a marathon on Saturday for me, and a half mara on Sunday for M. We were up at 6 and out the door by 7 and arrived in the small Dorsetshire village of Ansty by 8, ready for the marathon start at 9. This was my fourth marathon in four months so I was interested to see how it would go.
To be honest, there isn't a great deal to say about this one. The landscape was lovely, my fellow competitors were a great bunch, as always, and I enjoyed the climbs and the breathtaking scenery they afforded. I finished it feeling good, but it didn't give me the same sense of satisfaction I got after Snowdon or the Ultra last month and I was left with a vague feeling of anti-climax. I can only surmise that this is because I've got used to the distance and 26.2 miles isn't presenting enough of a challenge anymore.
I went to bed not feeling especially tired and not remotely achy, got up at 6am the following morning after a good night's sleep feeling fine, spent a chunk of the day back at Ansty cheering on M and a couple of friends who were also running, came home, walked the dogs, did some gardening and housework, felt like going out for another run, but I didn't, because I was being sensible. This morning I have been out, a slow four miles with Pop round the lanes and over the fields and everything felt normal. So now I have to think about what to do next. I'm tempted to try some of the long distance trails we have here, take water and food with me and spend the day exploring and see how far I get. That sounds nice.
Hope all are well?