About 10 years ago, in a moment of total weakness, I was persuaded to start competing in a series of runs called Endurance Life. I had come out of a crappy relationship and needed something to get my teeth into. And this, I was absolutely certain, was it. I vaguely remember half reading the race information. The routes looked pretty hilly, but were along the pretty coastal paths of South Devon and Cornwall. There were pictures of blue skies, sparkling seas, scenic lighthouses. It would be great, I thought. Just what I needed.
This was life before kids so I actually had some free time. So I did loads and loads of running in preparation, plus lots of strength stuff and core training and running up and down mega hills type craziness.