Well it was either lay on a shop floor or morning and feel sorry for myself... Or get up and get into beast mode.
Don't get me wrong, I still cried when I woke up and after I ran - and had to force myself to eat, because my stomach was in knots, BUT I pushed through and ended on a high.
When I was sat round a table in a Japanese restaurant, with a group of mates, after completing our competition - I was all good.
Following in the footsteps of our ancestors, Chumbawamba: 'I get knocked down, but I get up again'.