Chocolate Milk and a Chicken Sandwich #majorseries
Despite a residual dissatisfaction with my shorts selection (I went with 3/4 length… meh…) the Major Series Scotland was excellent. Beautiful setting, varied terrain, wee swim in a river – but the striking thing about it was the friendliness and supportiveness of the volunteers and stewards. There seemed to be a very deliberate effort to ensure people had a fun and safe time. Which, for this kind of race, is kind of important.
I could do everything around the course. Usually I have to skip obstacles that involve landing in water. I did have to modify my approach to the big slide as there was a theoretical possibility that my face would wind up suddenly submerged, so I went feet first and got a bit stuck and had to shufflebum down the last bit. But apart from that, the course was inclusive for those with my particular brand of hydrophobia.
What I struggle with most after these daft events is the recovery. I zone out for a few days and then feel sick and drained for a week. I think the ‘drained’ thing may be kind of nutritionally literal, so I have decided to try to prevent a seven-day-post-race-dip by stuffing my face from the moment the race finished until, like, Wednesday. And we will see how that goes.
Since the race I have had a chocolate milkshake, a chicken sandwich, a mars bar, a double decker, several cups of tea, an orange’n’lemonade, my bodyweight in pasta’n’pesto and two steaks. And chocolate cake and ice cream. And a nut protein bar thing. I think that’s it. But the night is young.
I spent all afternoon unconscious on a picnic rug in the back garden and am looking forward to sleeping enthusiastically for the next couple of days. And eating more things.