Very different sort of marathon this.
No real expectations here other than I should finish under 3 hours. For the first time since I can remember, I took part in an event with a regular stopwatch so it was a little different having to actually work out splits for myself.
I didn't expect to be able to finish without some walking with Glasshouse only 3 weeks ago and 40 km in my legs from Glen's adventure on Monday, but I figured I'd go decently until the 30 km mark. That's pretty much how it went. Got to the turn well in about 1:50 and made my way back. There was a little carnage on display from the longer 46 km 'ultra' but other than that, nothing special.
I was looking for the 10½ km (outward) marker and when I found it, I had about 2:48 on the clock but was starting to fade. This marker coincided with the surf meeting some soft sand which really put the mockers on things. After a about 5 km I was back on an firm surface with a decent camber and, having had the last of any strngth sapped from my legs by the softer stuff, the last stretch was a bit of a trudge.
When I finished (in an acceptable at this point 4:13, my legs were shot to the point where I couldn't be bothered to walk the 100 metres back to the beach to have a swim (which had been my plan as I was on my death march home).
All good, very satisfying to be spent. Can't remember the last time my legs were like this.
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