Editor’s note: This is the ninth installment in a series of guest blog posts by Simon Wheatcroft, who trained for a 100-mile ultramarathon, despite being legally blind for the past 11 years. For future updates, follow Simon on Twitter or check out Adapting to Going Blind and Blind100.
My ultramarathon ended in a DNF. At mile 83, the decision was made for me, as I was unable to support my own body weight. It was time to stop, but boy, was that 83 miles an adventure.
For me, the race started with much more promise.
A quick toilet break put me at the start line with four seconds to spare. I started at the back of the pack with my guide runners. Our intention all along was to catch people a few miles down the road. I began the race strong, keeping on pace and making sure to follow my nutrition plan and enjoy the summer day. With a forecast of light rain in the early evening, I was incredibly positive and chatted with my first round of pacers.