Jenny Fletcher, Athlete

This August I’m teaming up with 3x Hawaii IRONMAN world champ Craig Alexander to host a training camp at the luxurious Mauna Lani resort 😍 on the Big Island! 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

YOU Don’t want miss this unique opportunity to train on the Kona course with one of our sport’s true legends and me of course 😅. We have tons of fun!!!! August 16-21 🤩🤩🤩

Check the link in my bio for more info or DM me if you want to enroll. Can’t wait to see you there!

Pretty Blessed To Have My Parents Here Over The Last 10 Days And My Mom For Mothers Day. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 We Don’t Get To See Each Other Often BUT The Love Is Endless. ❤️ 🌙

BITTER SWEET! It has been a bit since I wrote a race report- “The good the bad and the ugly.” I have raced long enough to know every race has a story. The What If’s, the Could have Should have & all the in between finalizing in the Actually what went down. 🤪 Let’s start with the lead in. I have been micro managing a hip issue for over a year now. It’s so weird. Some days are great, some I can’t even run. The pain moves. I was hopeful leading in to Tarawera. I did what I could. Massage, chiro, less running than I wanted to do heading in to my first Ultra. But I was content. I knew it would be hard. We landed Tuesday. Wed/Thurs shake out runs I couldn’t even run. Tears welled up. The pectineus flared. Meaning if I stopped for a second it would seize. 5 min of 10/10 pain to move again. I knew an ultra is constant changing in speeds. I honestly had no alternative but to take some paracetamol! I researched what is safe and asked others. I am not one to take any form of pain killers ever as I am a naturalist. But I have been wanting to do this for over a year. The flight, the expenses, the buildup. It was a do or die kinda race. 🤪 The pain was bearable under paracetamol, so I was hopeful, but then what happened?? Was it the high humidity through the geo thermals. Was it side effects of drugs- I found I couldn’t breathe, my HR was off the charts, and I couldn’t find any rhythm. I kept slowing to try and adapt, normally 10-12 miles is my comfort zone before things derail. I was 20k in before I grasped any sense of comfort. It’s a long race but the word race disappeared out of my frame of thought as I embraced the adventure of the “never will I forget this adventure” of the slip and slide race. The frustration turned into let’s play. Time of finish didn’t matter anymore- it was let’s just put one foot in front of the other and try not to fall.😬🤪 The laughter of people everywhere. The sound of mud under our feet. The helping others up when we fell. The aid stations I got to soak in because I was just on a journey. My thoughts of Ultras are such a different feeling. I loved it. I needed it. Con’t in comments.