Every time I do an event, I have to face those demons that try to rip your soul into pieces. I have to face myself. At times the tyre is a welcome distraction as it sings merrily away on another ABBA song (usually "Take a Chance"). By the end, I have normally won to claim my prize of peace.
I had a lighter sled, lighter gear and yet finished far shorter than my 2012 event when I was pulled off 60 miles into the event as I hobbled onwards with a achilles issue. In 2014, I quit at the first checkpoint (37 miles into the event), not wanting to compromise the fingers.
I treated the burn as a mild injury until a consultant from St. George's, a London Hospital told me that as I had no feeling in the finger, and it was so necrotic (went very black), it would have to be surgically removed! I suddenly become more responsible and a friend directed me towards Professor Chris Imray for some sound advice.
So for 3 months I was obsessed with my finger, watching it heal. I took antibiotics for one week when the finger had become a little infected and then after I soaked it in salt water and applied an oil combination of frankincense, oregano and oil sealed off with aloe vera.
I currently have 98% feeling and 100% full functionality.
One other thing.....American hospitality is totally awesome.
I had finally reached a major mile stone. 50 tyre dragging marathons with 2 hand fulls of ultras.
Now, I say thank you to them for "smacking" me in the face and helping me understand how to see positivity in negativity. I will always appreciate what I have; love and cherish those around me who help me; and admire those who see an open route rather than obstacles in their life.
Gong Xi Fa Cai