Before this race even started, I contemplated quitting.
Pulling back the curtains the morning before the race revealed a hurdle I had not accounted for, let alone trained for: a heavy deluge of snow. The snow lay thickly upon the ground, silently mocking my precarious mental strength. The race ahead was the biggest running challenge I’d ever attempted: The Pilgrim Challenge is a 66 mile ultra spread over two days across the Surrey Hills, the snow only hardened the endeavour.
As we slid on the snow coming out the driveway on the way to the train station, I asked my partner if doing this race was even a good idea. Doubt had already burrowed itself deep in my subconscious I just didn’t realise it then.
