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You don’t wake up one day and decide to run a 100k race. It’s a long process. Frankly, despite really committing to the training, I didn’t know whether I was going to make it in one piece. But I did. So here it is: I completed my very first 100k race last Saturday. Yep, you read it right: I ran (well, sometimes I walked) 100k last Saturday. And I survived.

I know that some of you like numbers, so here it is: I came 15th female out of c. 400, and 49th overall (out of c. 1000 participants). My time was a little over 13hours30 minutes (with lunch & dinner breaks). That said, it was never about a time, it was about pushing myself to the limits, and raising funds for ActionAid UK.

The training had been brutal. It’s clear that fitness-wise, I am in a better shape than I have ever been. That said, the race was a lot harder than I thought. Nothing can prepare you for such a distance. Believe me, it was a killer. To cut a long story short, I toyed with the idea of a DNF (Do Not Finish in running lingo) at least a couple of times.


Initially, things went more or less according to plan. I ran 28k in 3 hours or so. I had a good break at the first check point, and ended up doing 50k in 6 hours. So far so good, I tought. I went into a walk/run routine with Kellie, a lovely army medic who kept calling me ‘Mate’. She was still as fresh as a daisy after a few hours. I wasn’t.

I had a massive meltdown with tears and self-doubt at km 72, and thought I had no more running left in me. I indulged in some self-pity; I was shivering –it was pouring-, and I honestly thought that I was the most miserable person on earth. It’s my meridional side, you see, I don’t do things by halves.

I walked to check point at km 78, thinking of calling my husband to pick me up. I had a baked potato, and realised that a supporter had made a generous (and anonymous) donation. Damn it. I felt compelled to continue. I started listening to music and tried to walk during a song, and run the following one. It worked. Thanks to Bon Jovi and an anonymous supporter, I had picked myself up. Woohoo!

Secondary meltdown at km 88. It was starting to get darker, and I was a bit scared to get lost. I pulled myself together after fifteen minutes or so. I was still shivering, and came to the conclusion that the only way not to get cold was to run, even if everything was hurting. It made me think of when I was in labour, delivering my daughters: the only way not to feel the pain of the contractions was to push as hard as I could. So I pushed.

I ran until the end. I even ran faster than hubby who came to meet me up at km 99. I was so pleased to have completed the challenge that I kept smiling and thanking everybody. Am I mad? Probably. Have I made a difference? I hope so.

Thanks again to everyone who has supported me. It is very clear that I wouldn’t have done it without all the words of encouragement.  Huge thanks again -emotions are still running high, and I am humbled by your generosity ( )


  • Mirka Moore

    Massive congratulations Muriel! Tears are running down my cheeks reading this, so proud of you. I cannot even imagine what it must have been like for you, but know how hard running marathons is… this is on another level. You are one amazing and strong woman! xxx