Failure. That is the only feeling a felt as I got my phone out of my pocket and phoned my mum to pick me up from Barnsbridge Gate. Spartans never quit. We just keep going despite looking like death but I just couldn’t.
The race had been going perfectly. My only aim at the start of the race was to finish. After completing the London Marathon two weeks before, I had not specifically trained for this kind of race. My fitness was absolutely fine though so I knew I could finish and I just wanted a PB, even if it was just by one second.