Beetroot

On Sunday evening, I was surprised to see evidence [think about it] that I was rather dehydrated. By this I don’t mean just a bit dehydrated, I mean running a Marathon dehydrated… This didn’t make sense – I had done a fairly long run on Saturday morning but nothing on Sunday and I thought I had been drinking plenty of water. Then, this morning, the evidence was even more plain, I wasn’t just Marathon level dehydrated, I was ultramarathon dehydrated. In fact, based on my limited ultramarathon experiences so far, it was even worse than that. Was there something wrong with my kidneys? More to the point, was I suffering from internal bleeding due to some rare intestinal disease? Call the doctor, fast.

And then I remembered, or perhaps ‘twigged’ is a better word. Over the weekend I ate quite a lot of home-made beetroot and carrot coleslaw. Now, if you are not sure what the significance of that statement is then I challenge you to try it. Go and eat a load of beetroot and then sit back (literally…) and await the show…