I was on a bit of a high for a kilometre or 2 after the kids but then I crashed badly as I headed into Harrison Flats. It was really starting to heat up and there was very little shade. I felt like I was drowning on the air as I breathed. I felt like I was being punished for leaving my comrade Andrew behind. Why had I left him? He hadn’t slowed me down that much and we had been having a great time chatting away the kms. I was lonely again, even though there was still a steady stream of runners with me. I missed my kids, I missed my fella. I kept hearing songs my daughter loves and wished they had got to experience this crazy carnival of a race. My addled brain was astute enough to realise I still had 30 odd kilometres to go and it was very deflating. Even though it was flat and often downhill, I started taking little walk breaks to get my heart rate down. I was grabbing 3 water packets at every aid station. One for the head, one for the gullet and one for in between stations. I started experimenting with eating other foods. My gel nutrition had been on point and I’d been periodically having salt tablets too but I was actually hungry. I gobbled up salted spuds whenever I came across them, HEAVEN! Bananas were good and are an old skool go to race food for me. But the absolute genius food invention for me were the salted oranges. Whoever dared to dream about sprinkling ice cold orange wedges generously with table salt deserves a fricken medal. DIVINE!! I will definitely be utilising these for future summer races.