We'd stayed over in Bristol the night before and had decided on a hotel picnic. It is hard work finding keto snack food; I found myself angrily searching the yoghurt aisle in for a non low-fat breakfast option and there were none, none at all. Dinner was an interesting combination of spinach with oodles of Caesar dressing, olives with cheese and the fabulous new canapé idea, salami topped with guacamole and prawn.
Ashton Court before the crowds descended |
The run began and the hill started very gently before kicking up a bit. I had a good rhythm and even found myself picking up the pace as it got steeper, after starting a little easy. The hill was harder than it looked from a distance but very runnable, it wasn't long before I could see the building Richard had pointed to up ahead, and I knew it was coming too soon.
A sharp left onto a trail was up ahead and I had blown it, I'd gone a bit too hard a bit too early and was left hanging on for the end of the (probably at least another kilometre) climb. Thankfully the gradient was a bit kinder but it was still a slog.
Getting to the turnaround point was a dream and the downhill started well. I didn't want to really go for it as I was saving the legs for the Newport Half the next day but I was enjoying the descent so much that I went slightly quicker than intended. Once back on the tarmac, I had a bad feeling in the right quad, first I thought I'd pulled the muscle but very shortly after, the other one went too. Cramp. It's a widely known fact that on a ketogenic diet, the need for salts is much greater, I thought we had been having plenty but it obviously wasn't enough. My legs felt so peculiar and I had to ease back, though it didn't help.
By the time I got to the bottom there was no sprint finish in me, my legs were like blocks. I felt like I had just ran down a mountain as opposed to a hill in Bristol. When Lizzie arrived at the finish, she told me that her legs were absolutely fine but that she had forearm cramp, which seemed even more unusual, I had to help her get her arms back in her jacket.
Ashton Court was a brilliant run but we ended up limping away at the end, the tough course beating our non-keto-adapted bodies.
Not just a keto breakfast, an M&S keto breakfast |
Another parkrun checked off the list but I've definitely got some unfinished business with this one. I'll be back Ashton Court, and next time I'll be ready!
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