SaintéLyon (75km night running race) ended , for me , in a warm car, 25 km from the finish.
The desire was not there and that, even if I wanted to believe.

First lesson: when making a calendar of events of the season , we do not engage in a race like that, while in the head, you're on vacation . Even if you feel the desire to fight , it is better to stay on a good note as a failure.

Second lesson: a little lack of humility. This is a race I 've always finished in the top 10 , so basically I thought , despite poor preparation , I will finish in 20. But when I was told 40, the slap is such that the mind picks up and you find yourself wandering on the roadside to cogitate on how to reach the finish line , but by car.

I have no excuse, I got the flower rifle , I took a slap and I do not do it again .

The advantage is that I take my training triathlon, and sooner than expected , despite a small shoulder pain , after a few falls ( running on the ice, night, do not improvise ) during this long night .

No regrets , just the feeling of having wasted my time and having lost the other .

The return was less triumphant than expected ...
Just a matter of ego ;-)