Disaster.
Liverpool XC - was feeling pretty hyped for the occasion - the shape is good and I'd been running pretty well early season. Lets see how it does.
Perhaps a little to hyped though - started quite fast and any plan of starting easy and building went a bit out the window as I went into my old race plan of start hard and try to stave off the bonk for as long as possible.
Had died a bit but was running in recovery mode through the second lap, waiting to be able to hit the last lap hard again and get everything under control. Pablo and James Donald had just come through but were still in sight.
Turns out it wasn't the bonk I needed to be worried about - at the beginning of the 3rd lap my breathing completely messed up - I was breathing really shallow, quickly, not getting air into the old lungs. This brought on something like a stitch (the change in pace of the breathing) and my chest was in so much pain. Literally reduced to basically walking I wasn't focusing on racing any more, just on how far away the finish line was.
Jack came and went past me like a steam train, to be honest everyone was coming past me like a train - this wasn't a bonk, I wasn't tired, this was death. Survived about half of the last lap before realising that I wasn't going to make it.
This has only happened once before to me, exactly the same - Intercounties 2017 (
https://www.attackpoint.org/viewlog.jsp/user_13214...). Very very very weird. Raging mostly at myself though.
I hate dropping out of races.
Ahh well - think its a once off (well twice) rather than something bigger - probably just started too hard - not fussed but equally think I'll go back to the start easy and build race plan. It's still early season, bigger races to come later.
Had the race gone to plan I think I would have been about a minute off the euros team. Two more years, something to aim for and build towards :)
4 U23's in the top 10 of the mens race - I've got some work to do!
Take home message of this ramble is - I'm a bellend - on with the season.