After 26 miles, it started to hurt.
But I still had 7 miles to go. Mere marathons are for lightweights, see.

My knee was proper fucked at this point. Bending the leg at all was painful, but trying to run on it was eye-watering. It would have been nice to stop then, but I had charidee sponsorship and all that - think of the poor kiddies.

So I hobbled on, shredding my ligaments further, stumbling over the footpaths up and down the hills. It took about an hour and a half to run that last 7 miles - the slowest I've ever done, I think.

Going home the next day, every gear change was a horrible grinding shred as I flexed my knee on the clutch. Had to be done though - back to work, and all that.

Raised over 400 quid, too - but I mostly just wanted to know I could run six hours straight cross-country.
( Invisible Wizard - 9th Level Pissant, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 21:51, 3 replies)

Pain is your body's way of telling you to slow down
Death is telling you to fucking stop already.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Wed 7 Aug 2013, 4:20, closed)

I did slow down.
But I wasn't going to stop.
( Invisible Wizard - 9th Level Pissant, Wed 7 Aug 2013, 18:27, closed)

more runners stories that confirm that running is not good for you.
Knees, ankles, enlarged hearts, toes, muscle atrophy etc. etc.
( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Thu 8 Aug 2013, 9:53, closed)