Keswick Mountain Festival 50K
So, if I'm going to write one of those self-indulgent running blogs, my first ultra seems like as good a place to start as any. I'll do my best not waffle. And I will fail miserably, sorry. I was probably less nervous about this than almost any other race I've ever done. I've had a pretty rubbish 15 months in terms of running, the main issue being with my right tibialis posterior. I've spent a fortune on physio, PT sessions to kick my gym hating arse into much stronger shape, taken time off, more or less given up road running altogether, but the problem refuses to clear up properly. There's a simple answer: more time off. But, well, yeah. Anyway, having rather unexpectedly made it to the start line, I found myself in a distinctly unspring-like Cumbrian field at 6.15am on Sunday 17th May, having run a meagre 300 miles in 2015. I'd done a marathon in February; my first, incidentally, and at 28.5 miles with over 4000ft of ascent, pretty good preparation for