Another on dedication - what's the worst thing you've done to complete a race?
md6
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I'm really boring. The worst I've done is carried on despite injuries. And you end up performing worse than you would have, with a worse injury than you would have. However, I never really regret doing it...
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I'll start off to give everyone an idea of what i'm getting at. In this years Paris half marathon i was going along quite well and feeling good went through 10k faster than i've ever finished a 10k, through 10 miles on course for about 1:42 (my target was 1:45 - first half mara) then about 11 miles in, i realised that i was starting to dehydrate and everywhere i looked people had water and or powerade. It dawned on me i had mised the last water station which was about 10.5 miles or so. Now not being the type of person to panic i almost gave up there. I thought to myself that I may die, then as reason came back around, i thought, it's only a few miles i'll make it. However having gone so fast i was fading fast, and realised that i had to do something. So after trying in my mos broken of french asked someone for their bottle and got a rather curt, non! Realised that there was nothing for it. I spotted a half full bottle on the floor and grabbed it up. Wiped the mud off the top, poured a little out and glugged down the rest [:'(]. This helped, but as it was so late (i was already nearly dehydrated) it wasn't enough to get me through, I dumped what was left of my dignity and grabbed another part drunk bottle from the floor and downed that. It worked and in the end i got through and even had regained enough energy to have a sprint over the last 500m. I finished in 1:55 in the end, which wasn't great but wouldn't have been possible without my 2nd hand floor drink
So the questions is, what have you done to finish????????????
in the end i went on and grabbed two bottles of water at the finish. I havent really done anything that bad yet to get a finish or a good time, but I know for a fact that if i had to id do a paula radcliffe or grab an old bottle (providing it was the result of someone else doing a paula radcliffe!!) x
My ex, who shall remain nameless, was competing in a long distance cycle race when the call of nature became such that it couldn't be ignored any longer for fear that he would be sitting an inch or so higher on his saddle if he didn't stop and take action. He ducked into some nearby bushes, squatted and unloaded. Following hot on the heels of relief was the realisation that he had no loo roll or any other acceptable means of..well, you know.....
He finished the race with a PB but wearing only one very expensive Cannondale sock.........
God i hate you people so much.
I just cant make a cost-benefit analysis work for doing something undignified to save a few seconds on something which isnt life or death important.
Then, with that in mind you'll never quite understand the brain of a triathlete. Cost/benefit theorys are something which just dont do.
Not true, I think the theory goes "If it costs a lot then it must benefit me"
ps, sorry comanightrain, i know how much you hate me[:)]
i was not happy! I cruised in, very conscious of smells and appearance of my behind! completed in 1hr 30! think i need to work on my pooing technique!
safe to say that nutrition strategy shall not be used again!
I don't know what the UV index was last Saturday in Tobago but it was hot. I got thirsty after 5 km, after 10 km I couldn't even swallow. I didn't feel ill or that I was in danger of injury, but my lips down to my throat were so dry I had to wonder what it was doing to my oxygen exchange in my lungs. I felt like I had to get some kind of liquid down there. Then, one of the olympic distance athletes, obviously well hydrated, rode past me and spat to his side. Right in front of me, I had to dodge it. That got my thinking, I still had the sniffles from the flu. No spit in my mouth or throat, but lots of phlegm in my nasal cavity. So, I took a long, hard snort...
And you have turned. congratulatons sir, welcome to the realms of p*ssing yourself in the name of sport