The other wall..
I’ve hit the wall before. Not metaphorically — I mean the real, full-body shutdown. Mid-run, back when I was doing marathons, it was a known moment. Legs like stone. Tunnel vision. The grim, glacial maths of how much road was left. You expect it. You learn to fear it slightly, and fuel against it. But what hit me today wasn’t that wall. This was something different. Stranger. And honestly, a bit unsettling. We’d just finished our final long training ride. 70 miles — not nothing, but pretty much our regular training distance. I’d eaten well during the ride: gels, a couple of my homemade bars, banana, a classic café stop with cake and tea. I was well hydrated — five litres, a mix of energy and electrolyte drinks. Straight after the ride, I had a recovery shake, another banana, a few biscuits, and some peanut M&Ms. All ticking the boxes. Textbook recovery. I felt fine. Relaxed. Satisfied. Tired, but in that solid, earned way. And then — about an hour or so later — my brain just… went ...