Chase the Sun Cycle Adventure

Chase the Sun is a cycle event organised on the longest day of the year in June. I liked the look of the route but decided to do it in September overnight!

Leaving home at 10:00 we cycled 13 hilly miles into Exeter to catch the train to London Waterloo, before cycling the 3 miles from London Waterloo to London Victoria. This was a great sightseeing route as we went past Big Ben, The Houses of Parliament, Buckingham Palace and along Birdcage walk.

At London Victoria we boarded a train to Sittingbourne in Kent and then cycled the 10 miles to Minster Leas which is where the epic cycle ride started.

We got the obligatory, smiling start photo and then headed east. We didn’t cycle for long until we found a fish and chip shop and thought we better get an evening meal to fuel us through the night.

It was called Max’s fish and chip and it was absolutely amazing. Whilst we were waiting, the heavens opened and it was torrential rain which lasted for about 30 minutes and then a beautiful rainbow appeared. As we left, we did not anticipate any further rain, so getting slightly wet feet from the surface water seems bearable. It was a beautiful evening!

With full tummies and some surplus chips in our top tube bags we headed off over the Isle of Sheppey bridge.

It here that our lights went on; it took some adjusting to using a beam of light and then cycling at pace. As I cycled over the brow of the hill I did not anticipate meeting a flood, with no perception of depth I just embraced it squealing like I was on a fair ground ride.

We headed over Rochester bridge crossing the River Medway. Then it got dark, so we switched the lights on and embrace the rush-hour. What was really overpowering as we cycled through the town was all the food restaurants smells. 

We were directed onto quieter roads for a period of time until we hit Greater London. At this time, all I can remember was the torrential rain and significant amounts of surface road water. Arriving in Bromley, we had to pull over and shelter under a restaurant awning. We were soaked and freezing. Shaking and shivering we found the nearest McDonald’s and got a coffee to warm back up again. The hand dryer was absolutely amazing in helping warm hands back up.

We left McDonald’s with warm hands, but absolutely saturated feet, however, this didn’t deter us from continuing on although it was tempting to find a hotel! The rain was abating but it was still drizzling.

We cycled through South London and as the traffic was getting quieter and we started seeing urban foxes. We counted nine in the end. As the traffic was quietening, and we had had our fair share of waiting at traffic lights, we took the risk of running through some of the red lights when there was no obvious other cars around to avoid getting to cold hanging around.

We had just crossed Chertsey Bridge over the River Thames and I punctured. There was a nearby garage, so we headed towards it to use their light to fix the puncture. Fixing a puncture is relatively straightforward, except we couldn’t find what was causing the puncture! I put a new innertube in and that promptly punctured too, then I went to use my pump which had broken inside so we were solely reliant on gas canisters from now on, which were limited supply.

About midnight we headed back out into the darkness and it seemed like we were cycling through residential areas for ages. It sort of begins to merge from here.

About 0300 Clare’s ongoing leaky tubeless puncture said it had had enough and gunk started spewing out and she needed to put an inner tube in so in the pitch black we pulled off the main road to sort it out.

After that, it was cycling for miles and miles side-by-side in the darkness on straight flat roads mainly in silence until we saw an animal to point out or ask each other how we were doing. Neither of us mentioned our feet it seems pointless – they were still freezing!

It was nice to see dawn until we realised how cold it was. It was strange because it was cold at night but it wasn’t really noticeable how cold until daylight arrived with patches of freezing fog.  I guess this and our tiredness heightened the chilly sensation!

We cycled into Pewsey and I realised this might be a good time to try and get some hot food and drink in us. It was now 0800. As I pulled over and hopped onto the pavement Clare did the same and I thought was going to push her bike back into the traffic, so she didn’t have to ride it anymore. She had a bit of a breakdown! We found a Co-op that was open and it had a hot food counter, which was heaven- we practically got into waiting for the coffee machine to brew. 

Leaving the Co-op was tough because it was still cold outside and we’d only superficially warmed up but we needed to push on. Amazingly in the next village, the sun appeared and instantly that boosted morale. We could actually see the beauty of the hills and the infamous white horse. There was a farm shop outside of Devizes where we bought a fruit cake and pretty much devoured it immediately.

After that we didn’t really stop properly again. If we stopped it was on the side of the road and we ate what we had, gave our bottoms a break from the saddle and then got back on. The last 50 miles were a bit of a struggle. We just wanted to get there and there was a headwind to battle with. 

We cycled down to Cheddar Gorge through some beautiful red berried Hawthorn bushes.

I actually think someone moved the sea at this point because it never seem to get any closer and someone put unnecessarily more hills in this part of the course. 

Arriving into Weston was slightly marred by the fact that I felt I was just about to bonk, so we got our picture taken and then headed to find something to eat. 

We got on the train at Weston and sat there for an hour until arriving Exeter St Davids. We then had to cycle the 13 miles of hills back home which seemed slightly torturous. We did it though and are now recollecting the memories of our adventure.

In Numbers:
➡️ 320km | ⬆️ 2800m from East to West

Overnight 🌒- 16hrs of cycling  (4 hours of admin)

2 punctures 

48 (?) traffic lights🚦

9 urban foxes 🦊 

4 hedgehogs 🦔 

3 deer 🦌 

1 badger 🦡 

2 hours of torrential rain 🌧️ 

4 saturated freezing feet 👣 

6 hours of freezing overnight ❄️

4 hours of headwind 🌬️ 

2 smiles – at the start and the end! 😁

Total mileage 243 including getting to the start and home. Now time for sleep and to dry out our feet! 

Lessons learnt:

Take a spare pair of socks and perhaps some plastic bags for my feet!

NUTS Ylläs Pallas 100km, Finland

I choose this race because I wanted to visit Finland. It is meant to be the happiest country in the world; for 6 years it has been ranked so.

Is it because they are biggest coffee drinkers in the world; they like a naked sauna; they don’t fill pauses in conversation just opt for silence; they have a National Day of Failure to learn from their mistakes; they like wife-carrying and ant- nest sitting competitions, heavy metal music, pornography (63% apparently!); that 74% of the country is forested and the air is so clean; they have lower income inequality, high social support and trust, freedom to make decisions, and low levels of corruption; or perhaps it’s their 500-year-old mindset, Sisu, focused on determinationand fortitude, a concept and way of living that has been interwoven into their culture? I’m guessing it’s all of it!

We left Devon; car to Heathrow, plane to Helsinki and another plane to Rovaniemi. One day of travel and they are two hours ahead and already the nightless night was apparent. We stayed the night in the Lapland capital and, on recommendation from our super friendly taxi driver, ate at Yuca, a fantastic Mexican street food bar.

The next day had a shake out run along the Kemijoki river before catching a coach to Äkäsompolo which took 2.5hrs; sleep, reindeer spotting and nothing but road and spruce, pine and birch trees.

On arrival at the race venue we registered and headed to our Airbnb. It was so picturesque with a sauna too!

Äkäsompolo Airbnb

Food and sleep. Eye masks compulsory!

Clare started her race at 1200 (66km) and I started at 0000 (100km) so had all day to wait it out. I tried to sleep but couldn’t so just ate, rested up and watched the tracker. She finished 50th!

Congratulations Clare on finishing your first ultra!

The 100km start was in Pallas, an hours coach ride away. It’s amazing how it being daylight at night fools your mind.

22:00

Countdown in Finnish and then we were off escaping all the mosquitoes! Straight up Pallas ski slope to 800m. The views from the top were panoramic; a carpet of forest and the suns rays bursting through the clouds colouring all beneath it a rich red; breathtaking.

📷 Rami Valonen

Down to the first aid station in Pallas at 8.5km where I filled up another flask as I knew the next one at Rauhala was about 20km away. It took me nearly 2.5hrs as I wiggled through single track technical tree roots. I wore my SCOTT Carbon Ultra RC and this part of the trail was on the brink of my skill set in them. I had to concentrate so much.

📷 Rami Valonen

The next aid station, Pahtavuoma was 11km/ 90mins away and it was here I started running alone and would continue for the rest of the race. I felt a bit rubbish; I guess a combination of it being the middle of the night and the niggling thoughts of had I gone off too fast and was there still some Cape Wrath Ultra in my legs? From there it was 13km/ 1hr 40mins to the drop bag location. There had been last minute course changes but I didn’t fully read the detail so essentially I based my pace and timings on the wrong information.

Last years race was 98km and this year it was 104km with 800m more elevation. They had added this in at the start so once I realised what I’d stupidly done I just had to run roughly guessing when an aid station would appear. It kept me occupied!

📷 Rami Valonen

At Peurakaltio, 54km/ 6hrs 30mins all the drop bags were laid out in number order to it was easy to find. I only had to drop two flasks and litter and pick up two more full ones and my gels. As I was leaving I saw the next two girls, Eevi and Dagny, arriving. I heard them behind me earlier so I knew they were catching me. I gave myself two options: let them catch me and then run together for sometime (= a nice enjoyable run through the beautiful countryside with company) or push on (= emotionally draining concentration, feeling sick, stop all blood flow to my stomach as it went to my legs and absolutely blow my quads on the ski slope descents!). Yep option 2! If they caught me they were just better than me and I could live with that. I ran a much calmer race with the mantra information not judgement (thank you coach, David Roche for helping me with that).

I pushed on for the next 30km. It felt horrible but rewarding knowing I was giving it 100%. It was just over 3hrs to Ylläsjärvi at 80km/ 9hrs 39mins which was a welcome site for some fresh water. The temperature ranged from 7-16degs although it actually felt hotter but I guess that was from the lack of wind.

Then it was up and down a 700m rocky ski slope to Kellokas where the route weeved through the visitor centre (which apparently shows all the local links between nature and culture- now I think back I did clock a picture of a man fishing!). Then it was the home straight, 20km/ 1hr 43mins, interspersed with 4 very immediate toilet breaks. There was a totally unnecessary sting in the tail with a scree climb of 467m before descending to the flat path around the lake to Äkäslompolo.

📷 Samuli Tiainen

I was desperate to finish by now and there were a few tears of relief/ happiness/ pride shed at the finish line. 1st place, 6th overall, 12hrs 31mins.

Eevi, me, Dagny

Thank you for having me. It was an incredible location with many races to choose from (15, 37, 66, 100, 300km) and everyone was so friendly. Congratulations all those who raced!

Cape Wrath Ultra

Training for the Cape Wrath Ultra started 7 weeks out from the start of the 21st May. I was already fit going into this block of training as I had just completed the Chianti Ultra 73km race in which I raced well and subsequently recovered well. My training then built gradually. My weekly training comprised a long run, a speed turnover session, a moderate/ tempo run and some easy miles along with strengthening and conditioning. As I look back over my training, I averaged per week 56miles/ 90km and 10000 ft/ 3120m. However, it wasn’t as consistent as this in reality. I did some big mile weeks and one of them was too big; my body was tired and I rolled my ankle. It seems I can do the big training week but not recover in time to repeat it the following week. I have a life and job that also needs my energy. So I stopped running to let my ankle recover and cycled instead. I did manage to build another big week towards the end because it was close to tapering, so I knew they’ll be plenty of recovery time afterwards. Some of the weekends looked like back to back long runs but that wasn’t intentional. It’s just that that was the only opportunity to get them in. Luckily for me the bank holidays helped, meaning I could spread the longer runs out with a day in between. My longest run was 25miles/ 5hrs with full kit over Dartmoor where the terrain is very similar to Scotland with bogs, peaty soil and uneven tussocky grass.

I immersed myself in as much knowledge from those who are done it before and tried to be as informed as I could be. As a result I started preparing my kit 6 weeks out; my husband jokes it became part of the furniture. The website provides a great packing list to guide you. I knew I needed to buy some new kit including a new pack (thanks myracekit) so as I got kit together it needed a dumping ground. I practised with full kit on all my long runs. I used a 12l pack. I also planned out a fuel strategy. I went with 60g carbs per hour. Ideally one would consume more but knowing my stomach I needed a realistic plan to start with. In reality my plan worked well for the first few days but after forcing the food in my stomach grew tired of it and what I used in the last few days was just gels and energy drink (thanks xmiles for the selection) only.

I am lucky enough to have done other stage races in the past so I’m aware of their challenges. However, this stage race was longer than most (8days) with the potential to be cold and wet for the whole time and that is something I was hugely apprehensive about; my packing revolved around being warm! In the end it only rained and was extremely windy high up in the hills over 2 days so I felt incredibly fortunate.

I tapered well. No sense of doubts; I was ready. I slept well the week before and didn’t try to overeat. I then drove the 11hrs to Scotland with a stopover half way in order to register and race.

📷 No Limits Photography

Registration was smooth; compulsory kit checked, briefings listened to, supper eaten and then I headed off to find somewhere to park up and sleep in the van. 

The Cape Wrath Ultra is a 400km journey through the best scenery the Scottish Highlands have to offer.

I had the start time of 1200. We had to walk from the bag drop off to the ferry. The race started the other side of water near Trislaig. The bagpiper welcomed us ashore which really heightened the occasion.

Day 1: A runnable road/ trail to lead us away from civilisation. The whole 34miles/ 586m was pretty runnable apart from a descent of 5km ish where it was boggy, slippy, rocky and grassy; and I fell in a bog up to my waist. 

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Day 1 was completed in 3hrs 9mins. Camped at Glenfinnan. 

Glenfinnan

Here started my post race routine; I drank a 32Gi recovery drink, washed in the river (got caught – “welcome to the lesser spotted beaver!” before rapidly dressing again), re-packed my pack for tomorrow and then ate (soup and chips on offer immediately post run everyday). I wore the same clothes everyday so washed them too. It took away the decision making and meant I could carry a bigger warmer sleeping bad in my 20kg allowance. My luxury item was 8 pairs of merino wool Injinii socks. I used one pair of shoes which were brilliant- SCOTT Supertrac RC 2.

Day 2: Welcome to the midges. It wasn’t raining or cold but the midges were incessant and drove me out of camp early.

Midge net!

Todays run came with a warning- it’s long and hard to make the cut offs. It was 56km, 2029m, and took me 7hrs 57mins. It was runnable for the first 4miles or so which felt nice to warm the legs up. Then it became much more varied; moorland, single track, technical trail and plenty of soggy ground through the Knoydart; Britain’s last wilderness! I loved it! Despite falling in 3 bogs up to my waist. Luckily nearby rivers cleaned me off.

📷 No Limits Photography

I had started at 0720 and most people had left before me so I was overtaking people until about 15miles and then was on my own. I was so pleased to have the GPX on my watch as during the pathless sections I was wholly reliant on it. I was pretty apprehensive about getting lost but was soon joined by Alistair Smith and then Sam Hill which helped shared the pressure. Eventually the winner shot past- a young Scottish lad, David Parrish.

📷 No Limits Photography

Camp was at the end of Loch Beag at Kinloch Hourn. 

Same camp routine and then wait to welcome my tent mates back. There were 7 of us in the 8 man tent and I couldn’t have asked for better buddies!

Day 3: Achnashallach to Kinlochewe, 66km/ 2736m in 9hrs 30mins.

The best bit was saved to last – the heathery descent was fast and furious- you could zig zag but I just hurtled straight down. It was a long day with some technical descents especially coming off The Saddle which was the first peak at 750m. It was through Kintail with some remote mountain glens and the finest munro (peaks over 3000ft). The Falls of Glomach were pretty spectacular. I didn’t take poles and didn’t regret it but it was a 50/50 decision. My running pace on the flats has already slowed but that was to be expected.

Day 4: The day started off in the rain and low cloud. I still wore shorts but had arm warmers and a raincoat as additional layers. I took my poles today but to honest I didn’t really need them. It was a 7km climb to 600m with Beinn Liath Mhor and Sgor Ruadh on opposing sides. Unbelievable scenery as they towered 1km above me. These Torridon hills are made from some of the oldest rocks in the world and there was snow on the peaks.

📷 No Limits Photography

The loch and Coire Mhic Fhearchair waterfall was stunning after the 600m ascent in another 7km. Then you had to contour round Ruadh- stac Mor on pathless terrain for 5km. It was a steep down initially and then boggy and heathery. There was an amazing river so blue with white pebbles. I stopped to drink from the water; it was so pure and refreshing. Then the runnable final path down helped make up time I lost on the steep pathless descent.

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Kinlochewe was the campsite, in the sunshine next to a swimmable river. I had run 35km/ 1577m in 5hrs 16mins.

Day 5: I didn’t feel so good today. The pace was faster so I guess I was feeling the effects of that and obviously the previous 4 days. It was runnable through the beautiful Fisherfield mountains with no permanent settlements it’s remote and desolate. The An Teallach ridge to the west on route is a technical mountain ridge from sediment deposited 1 billion years ago! I ran from Kinlochewe to Inverbroom covering 42km/ 1363m in 5hrs 22mins.

I had started to develop tibia’s anterior (shin) tendon pain so when we got issued an ice lolly at the end I used it as an ice pack! The midges had backed off but the ticks were making their presence known in the most private of places! How do they get there?!

Day 6: The day started off with lots of runnable trail, along which my Garmin 945 watch catastrophically failed. The triangle of doom appeared to my horror. I managed to factory reset it but the courses uploaded to it were lost.

📷 No Limits Photography

This was a nightmare- the last 8 miles had me navigating across peat hags in the wind, rain and cold with no paths and no one around.  I had a melt down, pulled myself together, made it to my tent and then cried! I was emotionally exhausted. I had run 8hrs 38mins covering the 72km/ 2000m. The tent buddies were amazingly supportive as I relayed my whinging story! The camp was in Inchnadamph with the clag looming behind it!

Inchnadamph

Day 7: I had hardly felt my shins the day before due to the intense concentration I used to navigate but today they really complained so I had to take some painkillers (Shhh!) and tape them with Rocktape. The initial up to 623m was great- I hung onto Jon Hall and Ian Malcolm which really inspired me to push my pace. The weather was windy and wet and I soon lost them on the descent off the top. By the time I got to CP 1 at 16miles and was having a low point.

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📹 Jon (screenshot)

I was motivated to push the next section up to Ben Dreavie (510m) because it was so cold. I only had a t- shirt on under my raincoat but I was in the dilemma of, stop and put on my thermal layer and get wet and cold, and lose my nipples, or run faster! I pushed on through the pathless terrain (carrying a spare watch thanks to Debbie Martin- Consani). Assynt really showcased a bit of everything- moor, mountains and sea loch including Eas a Chual Aluinn, the highest waterfall in the UK.

I got mildly carried away on one section of track. Jon was following the tracker and shouting at the screen!! Eventually I heard him… or my watch beeped at me!

My bib number: 109

I kept looking forward to the road section but once on it, unfortunately, I couldn’t pick up any sort of pace. I was tired and so were my shins! The final descent to camp was agonising (sorry Alistair who had to endure my groans!). I had run 61km/ 2350m in 8hrs 52mins into Kinlochbervie where warm showers awaited (more groans!).

Loch Ennis na Ba Buidhe

Day 8: The final day was a case of ‘get it done’ I’m afraid. My face and ankles had started to swell. If I hadn’t been so tired and sore I would have loved todays run; ploughing along tracks, skipping over heather and climbing from Sandwood bay, with its golden sands and azure blue water with the dramatic silhouette of the Am Buachaille sea stack in the background. Ok I did love it really but was pretty focused on reaching the end.

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Everyday at the finish lines the volunteers cheering was awesome and today was no different. The track to the lighthouse was a welcome site with a cheering wealth of volunteers. I had covered the 24.5km/ 862m in 3hrs 21mins; overall running for 52hrs 9mins and breaking the course record by 45mins.

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Miss Piggy with David Parrish, the male winner

We left the lighthouse by minibus and then caught a ferry across to the final camp at Keoldale.

Fernando (2nd), Elaine (2nd), David (1st) & Me

Vegetarian haggis, neeps & tatties for supper. Beers for many, sleep for most! The prize giving saw everyone collect their medal and justly deserved recognition for overcoming such an awesome and challenging event which was so well organised.

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Me, Elaine, Jana, Eeke, Debbie (1st to 5th)

Thank you to everyone involved- Shane Ohly, the race director and his fantastic staff, all the volunteers, other runners and my tent buddies!

L-R tent 3: Andrea, Elaine, Me, Debbie, Eeke, Susan & Denise

Chianti Ultra Trail 73km

The alarm woke me; that never happens. I normally wake before the alarm so sleeping well the night before an ultra race was novel! Got up at 0345 and headed downstairs to make a coffee and boil water for my oat cereal mix. 

The race started at 0600 but I like to eat two hours before, respecting the morning routine and allowing my system to wake up.

We hired a little Fiat 500 at Pisa airport because after a lot of searching online and emailing the race organisers there was absolutely no public transport to Radda in Chianti. It was a 90min drive which we had to navigate in the dark through the winding roads. How did we ever manage before google maps?! 

We had booked accommodation in Volpaia about 8km away from the Radda in Chianti where the race started. Later on we would discover in the race it wasn’t 8km away as they weaved us back to Chianti – it was 8miles. At least the race distance was accurate- it was 73km.

Both places were picturesque hill top villages with vineyards and olive trees. Radda’s history is steep; the medieval village and its castle were part of the fiefdom of Count Guidi, to offer protection against the constant feuding and invasion from Siena. Peace did not come to the area until Siena was finally incorporated into the Republic of Florence. With the resolution of peace in the area the military importance of Radda disappeared and the castles and its fortifications soon transformed into villas and residences.

The actual name Radda in Chianti is from 1911 in an effort to give an elevated value to the wine in production in the area. However, records show this area was already exporting wine to England in the 1600’s and before that; 2300 years ago the ancient people of Etruria, which was one of the first superpowers of the Western Mediterranean, had cultivated grapes for wine there.

I was excited to race. I cast my eye around the competition at the start. What I’ve learnt over the years of travelling and racing is never to underestimate the locals and who is going to turn up.

Flat lay- Rocktape, Injinii socks, LedLenser talks,

The kilted compère took off his shirt, banged a drum and we were off. 

The sunrise was very undramatic; in fact it remained overcast til mid morning but then we had some beautiful sunshine.

It was a fast first 10km; a lot of road and gravel tracks. I was pleased to be in my SCOTT Ultra Carbon RC.

Leaving Radda at the start it was downhill and I overtook two women as I tried to stay as relaxed as possible. When they overtook me on the flat I let them go as we were already doing 7.30 min mile pace. 

After 10km I overtook them and then just comfortably kept pace. One was Italian but I wasn’t sure where the other lady was from so I randomly asked her, the USA; we wished each other all the best and carried on. We continued on gravel tracks but with the first rocky descent introduced. At 20km topping up with water at the checkpoint seemed such a disappointment when surrounded by casks of wine but onwards with the race.

The aid stations were approximately 10km, 10km, 10miles, 10km, 10km and 10miles and mainly in beautiful vineyards. I took all my own nutrition so only required water to top up my flasks- using 32Gi gels and a variety from XMiles. I was in and out super fast. 

The terrain changed towards the 3rd checkpoint and my main recollection is the gullies carved out by rain water with muddy pools which we had to climb up through. My memory is poor of the route detail; it all merges and it’s fair to say my focus was on racing not looking around. I did hear a lot of movement from lizards though in the scrub. 

Coming into checkpoint 4 was a climb up a vineyard. All the vines had been cut back ready for new growth (although what I know about wine growing you could write on a gel wrapper). 

Checkpoint 4 started off down and then we climbed up a very rocky track with big step ups for 900m. I was with an Italian chap but soon dropped him and his rhythmic click click of poles on the stone. I had no idea where I was positioned overall so kept pushing on incase I could improve on it. I ran a lot of the race on my own.

I was pleased to see the 5th and final checkpoint. After all the hiking up my legs felt ready to descend and I could run relatively well although not at the initial pace I started off at. Passing through Volpaia I could see Radda in Chianti in the distance on a hill top. The finale wove us through the medieval tunnels- here is Jon emerging from one. His smile shows how delighted he was to finish in around 11hrs.

The finish was under a banner in the piazza. I had won in 7hrs 36mins covering 73km and 2900m. I was 8th overall and absolutely delighted!

Now to drink the 3 litre bottle of Castello Di Albola Chianti I won.

Thank you to the race organisers at the Chianti Ultra Trail for the experience!

Amazean Jungle Ultra Trail 55km

Leaving Heathrow on a cold misty Wednesday mid February we set off to catch a flight to Kuala Lumpur and from there a short flight to Penang.

The race was in Betong, Thailand right on the Thai- Malay border so flying into Penang was the nearest airport (there is one in Betong but they built the run way too short so it’s closed and being extended). As soon as we exited the airport, I could feel the humidity and heat; it was so nice to be warm again after -4 at home.

It took 24 hours of travel to finally get to Betong. We arrived on Thursday in the evening so headed straight out for dinner. Delicious noodles! After missing a nights sleep, as Thailand is 7 hours in front, we slept so well.

Friday was all about race prep.

Registration

We went to register, have the compulsory kit check and then just pack the bags ready to race the next day. I did a short run and within minutes was sweating so could fully appreciate what was coming! I had done some runs on the treadmill with the heater on and fully dressed for outside so hoped that would help the acclimation.

The night before I managed to get a meal of noodles, fried egg and vegetables which was perfect. Meat seems to be a big part of their diet here so that combined with the language barrier make it pretty hard to order vegetarian food.

I was pretty nervous about the race; I was in good shape and I guess I just wanted to see what my body could do. I slept abysmally the night before as by now the time zone difference and my nerves took effect, however, I was still looking forward to getting on that start line.

Race flat lay

Jon was also racing, but the 100K. It was early starts (0500, 0600). I carried my oat breakfast from the UK, so just had to make a coffee, heat up the oats and head out the door. The race started in the Betong Mongkolrit Tunnel and so I had to squeeze my way past all the other runners to try and get near the front. It was here I bumped into the SCOTT Malaysia contingent.

We were off. Even at that time in the morning it was 21°. The Initial bit was on the road to give time to spread out the field before the single track.

There were 4 stations really well spread out; 10km, 12km, 10km, 12km and then 12km to the finish. It was meant to be 54km, however, my watch clocked 59km. Running to the second aid station was definitely long – 14 km.

The course was essentially 3 big hills which were well spread out in the first 30km. They were in the depths of the jungle, hands on knees efforts. The descents were really steep and technical. I lost count of the amount of times I fell over being tripped by roots and a slipping on wet leaves and mud. My feet weren’t actually that dirty at the end but my arse was covered in mud.

If I wasn’t looking at my feet I was looking for course markings. I got lost once and after that I was really vigilant.

The jungle protected you from the sun although the humidity prevailed. I came up with a plan of taking two sips from my flask every 5mins and this worked really well although by the end I could have drink the whole flask every 5mins. I definitely didn’t need a wee!

I had a nutrition strategy that really worked for me (to my surprise I had no stomach issues). I took a gel every 30 minutes and 2 sips of some really concentrated carbohydrate drink every 20mins until it ran out then used both my flasks for water. The aid stations provided iced cold water which was heaven for my palate.

As soon as I left Betong I think I was running as lead female. However, I didn’t want to come out here and not race hard so I kept trying to track the men in front of me. The 100km runners started an hour earlier and we’re doing the same route for the first 30km so this was really motivational. I passed Jon, Fergy and Clare (another couple we travelled out there with), all doing the 100km, after about 2.5 hours and it was really nice to cheer them on.

I ran the first 30km on and off with some other men but after leaving the 3rd aid station much quicker I was pretty much on my own.

The last 6km was all on road which felt super hot but great to get a chase to really run it in. Although I soon discovered my quads weren’t happy about it; whether I left them on the technical descents or whether I’ve gone off too fast I’ll never know. I just kept pushing, eating and drinking.

To finish the race, the route took you around Betong which seem to go on forever. There were mopeds everywhere which kept you on your toes!

Eventually I could see the finishing straight and it felt so good to know I was going take the win. On finishing I actually found out that I was fourth, overall as well (7hrs 14mins- 37mins behind the winner); so happy.

Finish line

Michal Lesniak- male winner

Clare- 100km first in her age group

The day after was about recovery and exploration of Betong. I had avoided anything too foreign before the race to avoid getting sick, however, afterwards I was prepared to take the risk.

A Thai massage was incredible; tasting the Durian fruit- I was told if I could get past the thorny rind, and its potent smell (rotting meat!) the taste was worth it. They were wrong- it’s revolting; the taste was bearable but the texture was awful.

coconut

Durian fruit

Bugs!

Grubs- nope not again!

A night with some locals- lots of laughter, and learning about the country. Now onto Phuket for a few days of holiday.

The Badger Divide Conquered!

An off road cycle ride from Inverness to Glasgow 330km/ 210miles, 6176m/ 20202ft elevation in 3days and 2 nights with Clare.

The adventure begun when I started looking for a bike on Ebay. I chose the Cannondale Topstone 105 because it was the only XS frame I could find after lockdown cleared out most bike sales. I fitted some Schwalbe X-One All-round Evo Super ground tyres (700 x 35mm) on aware that the width would be inadequate but anything else wider rubbed my rear chain stay tube so unless I bought 650mm wheels they would have to do. That’s as geeky as I got with my bike set up. I got it serviced, wrapped the bike in electrical tape where I thought the packs would rub, loaded it up and out it in the car to drive to Scotland. We had downloaded the GPX files- I used my Garmin 945 watch and Clare used her Garmin Edge computer. It was useful to have both to navigate some of the trickier parts.

We got to Glasgow, parked the car, loaded the bikes and headed to the station to catch the train to Inverness. Unfortunately it had been cancelled due to flash flooding in Perth. We tried not to think about the implications of cycling in the rain for the next 3 days by just getting on with trying to persuade the Megabus driver to take us and our bikes on his coach which he did. It was then a wait for a few hours before departure!

It’s a bizarre memory because this is where we learnt of the Queen’s death. RIP Queen Elizabeth II.

On arrival in Inverness it was beginning to get dark and we wanted to head out of the city to find somewhere to camp. Food first though …..

Getting out of the city was the hardest bit to navigate with our devices. Eventually we got onto the Great Glen Way and found a camping spot. The next morning we headed off early with a steep climb up to Dunain Hill.

I felt I needed some time to re-skill on the technical aspects of cycling but it was straight into it! We pedalled along in the early morning mist through forest tracks, rocky trails and tarmac past Abriachan before descending through the trees down into Drumnadrochit. Food here was well timed- black pudding and egg bap!

Our first loch was Loch Ness

We head past the Loch and onward to Fort Augustus. More food before the climb up to The Corrieyarick Pass. The photos do not do justice to the steepness of this pass. It was like interval training- cycle a bit, stop to catch my breath, repeat!

Corrieyairick Pass

The Corrieyairack Pass, originally built as a military road by General Wade, leads across the Monadhliath mountains from Fort Augustus to Laggan in Badenoch. It climbs to over 770m through remote terrain, however, it shares its route with the Beauly – Denny power line which detracts from the otherwise very wild feel of the pass.

The descent down was by far the most technical part. For the most part I just closed my eyes, held by breath and just let the bike go forward.

We really wanted to do 70miles on the first day so after dropping down towards Spey Dam Reservoir we rode a brief stint in the Cairngorms National Park to cycle past Loch Crunachdan and Loch Laggan via the Ardverikie Estate.

Our campsite was next to Lochan na h-Earba. We carried 2 nights worth of dehydrated meals (Expedition Food) and oats breakfast- perfect options.

Campsite no 1- full moon and rutting deer!

It was a cold start and as we descended into some low lying freezing fog I struggled to appreciate any of the surrounding beauty. It was agony, when we stopped in a sunny spot, as the blood returned to my hands and Clare’s feet.

We made relatively rapid progress going past Loch Ghuilbinn, Loch Ossian, Loch Eigheach and onwards to Loch Rannoch passing through the Corrour Estate (home to the most remote railway and pub in Britain). Rannoch Moor was my favourite part; I loved its remoteness and the technicality of the trail challenged me but was not overwhelming. During a wee stop I spotted a tick – by the end of the Divide I had pulled off over a dozen of the buggers!

Regular food stops essential! Supernatural Fuel pouches were ideal for carrying and instant energy!

Loch Rannoch went on forever as the route takes you away through some gnarly forest paths just to torture your quads some more before bringing you back to the Loch! The descent is a sharp off road one where everything is rattled and blisters appear on your hands from holding on! It was down to the Bridge of Balgie, past Loch Lyon, and the destination was an amazing cafe at Glen Lyon. It was by now 4pm and that coffee and panini was desperately needed.

Replete we gratefully cycled some easy miles on tarmac following the River Lyon as it gently climbed to Stronuich Resevoir.

The 3km KenKonock climb was steep but paved and easy to get into a rhythm. We then descended down into Glen Lochay, to Loch Tay and Killin village where we planned to camp after another 70mile day.

Killin sewage works as our backdrop!

Killin provided all we needed- a Coop, public toilet and an outside tap!

A few miles on tarmac to warm up before passing into the Loch Lomond and Trossachs National Park. The first climb was in Auchmore Wood on the forestry road that marks the boundary of the park. It was rooty with some technical bits and single track that required walking. I think it was here that I fell off for the 5th and final time after not being able to clip out quick enough!

It was the Rob Roy Way, the no 7 cycle route, the Glen Ogle Way, pass Lochearnhead, pass the beautiful Edinample Castle, through Strathyre Forest to the east of the River Balvag, through Glen Ample before descending to Loch Lubnaig and then onto Aberfoyle.

The town was hosting the Dukes weekender gravel bike racing so had a lively atmosphere and a great cafe stop. By now we were tired and it was reflected in our temperature regulation- coats on, coats off all day long!

We climbed out of the town into the Loch Ard Forest on the Rob Roy Way again.

Efforts not to get wet feet failed!

The summit of this climb comes as you pass the peak of Bàt a’ Charchel, then onto the West Highland Way (having just raced the Highland Fling 50miler it bought back all sorts of memories!), a descent down through Garadhban Forest and then along Blane Water river on the John Muir Way. 

The very last climb was a sharp singletrack route up Carbeth Loch. It was by now wet and slippery as the rain fell. The weather had been miraculous – we only had rain for the first and last hour of the whole trip!

Cycling into Glasgow along the West Highland Way, through Milngavie we followed the River Kelvin dodging people and their dogs on their Sunday walks.

Kelvingrove Art Gallery & Museum = Finish line!

The finish was in Kelvingrove and it was really raining by now but the smiles came out for the finish photo!

It was a tough route, not one to be underestimated. Thanks to Komfuel for the cycle kit – a great energy company- we felt suitably pro even if my bike skills lacked that description! I hung on through the downs and my fitness pulled through on the ups; our emotions and efforts mirrored the terrain!

Matterhorn Ultraks Sky Race 49km

The race started at 0700 on Saturday. It went straight up from Zermatt (1600m) to Sunnegga (2260m) in 7km. There was a brief respite from ascending before climbing again to Gornergrat (3130m) covering 15km in total to get this point and 2.5hrs of running! Well, I say running I mean hands on knees hiking!

I felt the altitude effects pretty much immediately. My breathing was laboured and I felt horribly bloated. I had my period so this probably didn’t help things. I sat around 4th place and although I saw the 3 girls in front of me for at least half of the race I didn’t try to hang onto them. I was reassured I could see them and then I asked myself why was this important?

I had started the week off hurting my back and I couldn’t even put my socks on. I guess it was my body’s way of saying it was tired (after my work stint at the Commonwealth Games)! It eased as the week went on and I headed out to Zermatt undecided about racing. It was going to be a SCOTT meet up as they sponsored the event. I was looking forward to meeting some of the other athletes and staff.

Talking to Pete Cable- footwear division

As I watched some of the other races I got more and more geared up.

Iris Pessey finish line

Vertical km race- head torches!

However as I collected my number I went through the process of preparing my kit (and mind) to race.

Flat lay of race kit

If I could run the day before I’d race. We went for a group run and it felt ok.

Photo credit: Black Forest Collective

It was the lack of oxygen in the air that was more profoundly felt.

So as I was running along feeling uncomfortable I asked myself ‘would you rather be sat at the bottom watching everyone else come in… or getting to do your first Sky race?’ The answer was clear. So I told my grumbling self ‘to shut up and get on with it minus the negativity’. Plus the sun was shining and the views were spectacular when I dared look around rather than at the trail in front of me!

As I did my mindset inadvertently changed my race goals and optimistically hoped if I could just keep the other ladies in sight then when I felt better I could try to catch them. The feeling better bit never really happened and although my descents were good my uphill efforts we’re so laboured.

From the Gornergrat peak it was a long descent to Furi at 1900m. I was trying a new fuelling strategy so I could be self sufficient- just add water. I carried Komfuel energy drink in one flask and all my 32Gi gels in another (like a tropical cocktail of pure energy). I topped up my energy drink flask with more powder and water as the race went on. Fuelling worked with less hassle associated with gel wrappers and rubbish.

The climb back up to 2600m, Schwarzee, was a zig zag trail – I sounded like a train huffing and puffing my way up. It was the same climb as the Vertical km held the previous night which I had gone up in the cable car to see the finish.

Then a short descent to Stafelalp (2200m) and I was still holding onto 4th. The climb back up to 2700m was bearable because in my memorisation of the course profile it was downhill from there on in. I had lost a place and thought I could catch her on the descent. Stupid girl- I’d forgotten the climb from Thrift (2340m) to 2500m. In this climb not only did I lose her but another Swiss lady overtook me. I thought no problem I can give it everything on the descent. And I did… including my skin and clothing. I fell twice and the third time saw me forward roll. My knees, elbows, back all got a couple grazing and my bib number clean ripped off my T-shirt.

Finish Line. Photo: Michelle Castro

I picked myself up but feeling a little stiffer struggled to catch them. I finished in 6hrs 56mins, 6th female, 49th overall.

I was pleased to finish my first Sky race and one day I’ll learn to be pleased with my performances knowing I always give my best at the time. This process currently requires perspective which takes time. My perspective this time is I live pretty much at sea level; I was beaten by Swiss and French ladies; and I know my hiking is poor (I could practise more but I just love to run) so why do I think I’ll suddenly be able to do more! Damn Ego!

I soaked my wounds and back in the bath and checked in with my body. All was intact! It was rewarded with wine over dinner.

The next day was a SCOTT filming morning. Up at 6am we caught the train to Rotenboden. The views of the Matterhorn we’re spectacular. I felt so lucky to be there.

We filmed for 4.5hrs and then headed back down. I then left Zermatt with sore legs, exasperated lungs, tired eyes but, with perspective, so a happy heart.

Thanks to SCOTT running for the opportunity and support.

XXII Commonwealth Games Ultra

I was working as a Physio at a British Gymnastics event when I got recruited to work at the Commonwealth Games (CWG) as a Venue Medical Manager (VMM). It was a chance job offer after someone had dropped out and I readily accepted it even with only 3 weeks to go. What an opportunity! They wanted me for 3 weeks as well but I couldn’t quite commit to that so offered 16days. 

The Commonwealth Games have been held every 4 years since 1930 (except 1942 and 1946 due to WWW II). Although there are 56 members of the Commonwealth of Nations, there are 72 CWG associations who will participate. They are fully inclusive since 2002 with athletes competing with a disability. 

In Birmingham there were to be approximately 6500 athletes (and team officials) competing in 280 events in 20 sports. 

Perry and I (physio with the obligatory bag of ice)

It’s fair to say I hit the ground running. I was to be based at the NEC in Birmingham and manage two halls of sport – weight lifting and Badminton. The other halls were full of boxing, table tennis and netball and had their own VMM’s and volunteer teams although we all communicated regularly especially on the radio system as required. We were all managed by a cluster manager and I soon learnt the importance of balancing management and helping day to day but not micro-managing. Also looking after oneself was key; getting enough sleep was significant in order to keep showing up for 10days without a degradation of performance.

Full team of VMMs at the NEC

Everyone else had been in their VMM role for a week prior to my arrival which meant they had a good understanding of the job role, the supporting computer systems and the venue. I had 24hrs to learn it all. The organisation was incredible- the amount of work involved; the amount of teams of people from the athletes to the press, to the traffic, to the catering, to the workforce volunteers, to the security and finally to the medical. My first few days were full on especially as we had to bump in (unpack everything and get established) as well. 

Day to day my role was responsible for supporting and directing a multi-disciplinary volunteer workforce consisting of doctors, nurses, first aiders, paramedics, physiotherapists and massage therapists for the fields of play (FOP) and athlete medical rooms. The NEC was open from 0700hrs to 2355hrs so there were two of us in the role in which I carried out the evening shift from 1400 to 2355. I was dreading this shift because I’m not an evening person but I adapted pretty quickly to the change although by the end I was missing daylight and fresh air A LOT!

The athletes arrived in the middle of my first week and were just training and getting used to their arenas. I did quite a bit of physio especially on athletes (and officials) that had travelled a distance to get here. Obviously, a lot of teams bought their own physios and so we were there for the ones that hadn’t. The Games opened officially on July 28^th. I enjoyed my last hot meal for 10days (didn’t fully appreciate this at the time) as I watched the ceremony on TV with my fellow VMM’s. There was a workforce canteen based at the NEC but it was only sandwiches/ salads so I was fed well but after 10days I was keen for a hot dinner! 

Then it was down to business. 

I would wake in the morning, go for a run (even got two different park runs in!), have breakfast and then head into work. My hotel was about 2miles away from the NEC so everyday I ran in, past the airport runway, and out again- usually under a lovely starry sky which was a good way to decompress after 10hours under artificial lights and screaming crowds. 

I arrived for my shift and had to go through security before reaching the athlete medical room. On arrival I briefed the volunteers; on the venue and FOP; the sport specific rules and responses required; the Medical Encounter System for notes; co-ordinating with the ambulance services; how to use the radio and the call signs; managing the equipment, medication and supplies; carry out pre-event training for FOP recovery extraction; etiquette; and general delivery of what was required.

Evacuation practise using the spinal scoops

The volunteer roles consisted of a team lead, team members, physios and massage therapists. I had some fantastic volunteers and some excellent team leaders which meant I could walk between my halls with confidence that the FOP was in good hands. They ensured there was a plan in place for breaks and rotations. Sometimes it was a balancing act between the international federation (IF) doctors and our doctors!

Once the athletes had been treated I had the goal of ensuring the volunteers got the most out of their shift and as a team we built up some really good comradeship. 

In the Badminton hall. On the Show Court.

Between my two halls VMM role I also fitted in assessing and treating some of the athletes. We were sometimes quite short of physios or had physios not used to working in a sports environment so I would treat the athlete in front of them so they could learn. There was also sometimes a request for a female physio to treat a female athlete so I obliged.

I enjoyed both roles and had some great feedback from my volunteers on my reputation in organising a good shift and the atmosphere I created for the team. It made the long hours worthwhile. 

Everyday was the same but with some variation. There was a polyclinic located in the Games Village which I had to take an athlete to after she hurt her back weight lifting. The polyclinic had more doctors, physios and equipment such as an x-ray machine and an ultrasound scanner. I got the opportunity to sit in on the consultation and fully appreciate the medical journey that was available to the athlete. Language was not often a barrier but in this case it was. I found myself having to use google translate for anus and urine! All in a days work!

I had to locate our spinal board after an athlete took it to hospital with her. Liaison with all agencies as well!  

Weightlifting was my first sport to finish and I had to ‘bump out’/ pack up the athlete medical room. It was a case of boxing everything up – things that hadn’t been used could go back to the supplier and things that had been used were to be picked up by logistics and issued out. 

After that I took on another hall of sport- table tennis. I was pleased to get to watch sports I’m not involved in. During my time at the NEC I took a walk around all the halls to make sure I got to experience and see all the sports in action- badminton, weightlifting, para power lifting, table tennis, boxing and netball. The crowds really made the atmosphere electric and there were memorable climatic moments. 

Restricted photo opportunities meant I could get any athletes in active- so the next best thing is me….. weightlifting and ‘have a go’ badminton!

I was so impressed by all the volunteers – not just medical ones. They were a sea of people in blue and orange helping, advising and generally showing a friendly face to all the spectators. The time donated and enthusiasm was truly remarkable and really demonstrated the best of Birmingham!

My last day was also one of bumping out as the Games had finished. I was tired and keen to travel home but was so pleased I had been given the opportunity to fulfil such a role and experience a Games. 

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Mozart 100 (105km) race

Registering the day before and enjoying the sites of the city was the calm before the storm. Salzburg is a majestic city with a huge baroque cathedral imposing down on the square- if you look closely at the photo you can see how big it is as I stand in the corner. Built in 1614 it exudes historical significance.

📷 Clare Capper

📷 Clare Capper

The race started at 0500hrs so it was up at 0300. Breakfast when you least feel like it especially when the pizza from the previous night is still sitting pretty high. Coffee helps.

I handed in my drop bag (one bag which I could access twice at 31km/ 75km) and headed for the start line. My focus for the first flat 7km was not to go off to fast. I think I managed it. The women in front were two strong Spaniards I knew and respected and 3 others. We soon entered the Glasenbachklamm Gorge and the ascent began peaking up towards Gitzenberg. Lake Fuschlsee led to the Fuschl checkpoint and my drop bag.

📷 Victoria Ford

There were 11 aid stations and it was definitely a case of filling up with water at every single one. I took a salt tablet every 3hrs. I ate a Komfuel gel of some variety every 30-40mins. Flossing and brushing my teeth was one of the first things I did when I got in!

📷Victoria Ford

I ran out of Fuschl carrying my bag full of fuel and poles. I should have sorted it all out at the aid station but then spent 10mins juggling items around until they found a home. I wanted to be as quick as possible aware that the other ladies in front had crew to support them.

I tried to settle into a rhythm but didn’t feel massively comfortable from the off. 5 weeks before I had ran a Bob Graham Round (65miles). Then had to rest for 2 weeks to recover from an injury. I managed to train for 2 weeks before tapering (thanks to David Roche for coaching me through this despite not thinking it a good idea!). I’d practised ascending on my NoblePro treadmill but the downs was something I’d have to embrace on route.

The run up Zwolferhorn (1500m) was lovely in the shade as the temperatures began to reach 34°. The panoramic view from the top was amazing – I wish I’d savoured it properly – but I was soon heading down again to descend the 1000m towards St Gilgen. The run around Lake Wolfgang here with its turquoise water was beautiful. Those leading the 70km were coming in the other direction at some speed. We then had to climb Schalberg (1300m). It was a technical single track for 750m heading back down towards St Gilgen. By the time I hit the nice runnable lake trail my legs did not want to fully cooperate. All I could think about was how fast the leading ultra men had traveled along it before me and the effort I was now making was not even comparable.

I then started back on the marathon route that Clare was racing. It was full of short (ish), sharp inclines and technical descents and in the last 3km there were 600 steps!

📷 Clare Capper

With 20km to go I was caught. I pulled away again with everything I could muster. In hindsight it was too fast too soon and when she caught me with 10km to go I had nothing left. I had given everything already. I was well fuelled despite my stomach not really moving anything through. It was like a lump just sat there. Running downhill was pretty uncomfortable.

Everything hurt- my quads combusted and my stomach thrown up. I had missed third by 90seconds!

I finished in 13hrs 30mins, 50th overall and 4th female. I gave it my all.

Congratulations to all those who raced. Jon survived and crossed the finish line in 20hrs with a grey haunted look, sickness and some horrendous armpit and bottom cheek chafing (no photos!) but pleased. Clare successfully completed her first marathon with tears of joy despite the brutality of the heat and course.

Time to head home!

My Bob Graham Round

Setting off from Moot Hall in Keswick filled me with fear.

Runners- Paul Crease, Patrick Devine-Wright, me and Andy Valance

Runners plus road crew Derek, Clare and Jane

I was not underestimating this run. This is the epitomy of fell running challenges 65miles/ 105km, 28000ft/ 8300m. There were to be 4 runners from Devon trying to complete it; helped by 4 road crew (Jane & Derek Jackson, Clare Capper and Michelle Gastro) and 5 pacers (Rowan Wood, Tim Pigott, George Foster, Gary Thwaites and Josh Ring). The offer of help from the Bob Graham Facebook page was immense. What a community! This was definitely an overwhelming theme through the build up and during the adventure itself.

A schedule was set and meetings arranged to organise over the preceding months.

Pre BGR meeting 1

As the day approached I began to lay out all my kit and fuel. I aimed to eat something every hour and used Komfuel to select various bars and 32 Gi gels, Supernatural Fuel pouches, and good old Rice Pudding at the pit stops!

Pre flat lay

We started at 0001 (to avoid Friday 13th). Running out of Keswick I was so excited. Reality was finally here! Our pace early on was spot it although our schedule may have been a bit ambitious. It was essentially plucked out of the air to set a goal. Leg 1 was Keswick to Threlkeld (14miles, 5500ft). It was cool so I started with arm warmers on and gloves. I held back from the pushing pace at the front and just enjoyed the tranquility of running through the night through the beam of my head torch. We climbed Skiddaw, a lonely Great Calva, crossed a boggy Caldew and climbed Blencathra. The most memorable moment was the descent off Blencathra down Hall’s Fell. My bottom became my 5th appendage as I used it on certain sections scrambling down!

We met the road crew; dropped off Rowan, with thanks, picked up George and Tim continued on with us. Clare also joined us to run this leg.

Leg 2 was Threlkeld to Dunmail Raise (14miles, 6000ft). The pace felt steady as we climbed Clough Head, all the Dodd’s (Great, Watson, Stybarrow). It was windy high up and I had to put my rain coat on. Daylight arrived but only a small sunrise was visible.

Dawn

We continued on to climb Raise, White side and Helvellyn. It was noticeable that Paul and Andy were beginning to feel the effects of the previous 6hrs. They had worn raincoats from the start and I wonder whether this intensified their sweat rate so dehydrating them more. We climbed Nethermost Pike and Dollywagon Pike and skirted around Grisedale Tarn.

Coats were removed and we climbed Fairfield and then Seat Sandal before descending onto Dunmail Raise. I was feeling ok so pushed on a little (so did George but I was WAY behind him- god! his descending skills are phenomenal!) and arranged for some Hydrate to be available for Paul and Andy. The effects were immediate for Andy but unfortunately by the time Paul had got out of his wet t-shirt he was shivering uncontrollably. He made the generous decision to allow us to go on as he felt it couldn’t recover in time. We ate, changed socks and I had to deal with my period! I had to take out and clean my moon cup which I did behind a towel as discreetly as I could, by a main road, only for a double decker bus to go past! Embarrassing!!

Dunmail

We left George behind, with thanks, and continued on with the amazing Tim (his third and final leg for us- a legend!). We left, climbing Steel Fell, with heavy hearts having to leave Paul behind.

Leg 3 was Dunmail Raise to Wasdale Head (16miles, 6500m). It was meant to be 5.5hrs of running according to the schedule (we’d essentially plucked out of the air as a good goal) but ended up being 6.5hrs of running. As we crossed Calf Crag, High Raise, Sergeant Man things felt good but then it’s almost like time stood still. The sun was out, the wind had dropped and the going was the same boggy terrain. It felt like we’d been out there for 6 weeks as we traversed over Thunacar Knott, Harrison Stickle, Pike of Stickle, Rossettis Pike, Bowfell, Esk Pike, Great End and onto Ill Crag. Patrick was struggling to eat enough and Andy was pretty vocal about this thoughts on not being able to go after this leg. Although one flapjack later it felt better and could readjust his outlook.

I first noticed a small twinge in my hamstring along this stretch. It didn’t take long to become quite distracting and I even asked the multi-tasking Tim (navigating, running, looking after us and a physio) to try and loosen it off as we left Broad Crag and approached Scarfell Pike. It helped for a few steps but essentially I was now trying to find ways to move without further aggravating it. It was busy on Scarfell Pike which felt really odd after hours of solitude.

Scarfell pike

The next challenge was to get to Scarfell via the scree gully, Lord’s Rake. I must admit I’m not great with heights and so felt slightly vulnerable at times but we were magnificently lead my Tim. From there it was downhill and this is where I really noticed my leg pain. I also ran out of energy as I’d given my last flapjack to Andy earlier but luckily Patrick still has some supplies and Tim had a gel. I gobbled it all down and got to enjoy the scree descent. I limped into Wasdale head.

Refueling from Clare

Physio from Tim

I got a painful last minute dose of physio from Tim and taped myself up. I had made the decision to continue.

Patrick decided his energy levels had left him and stopped (he has done it before) and Tim got a well deserved rest! We picked up Josh and Gary. I set off with poles thinking they might help but in actual fact the terrain doesn’t really lend itself to their use so eventually folded them away.

Leg 4 was Wasdale Head to Honister Pass (11miles, 6500ft). Leaving Wasdale was a climb straight up, the third steepest climb, Yewbarrow. We passed a chap who was also struggling on his round and I think eventually bailed on it. It has a 42% success rate. I desperately wanted to run between fells where possible but felt really hampered by the pain in my hamstring everytime I lifted my right foot up behind me. I developed an ungainly canter topping Red Pike, Scoat Fell and Pillar.

Photo credit: Gary Thwaites

Reaching the Gables took forever. This was such a scenic and beautiful leg but unfortunately I was too emotionally involved in moving forward. I could see Andy was moving well and it was a humbling experience to be trying to keep up. I felt well- fuelled, my feet had no blisters (thanks to my Injinii socks and SCOTT Supertrac RC 2 shoes) but I just couldn’t move any faster because it was too sore.

Photo credit: Gary Thwaites

Andy was forever asking ‘is this Great Gable?’. Finally from Kirk Fell we could see it. Climbing it was initially grassy and then rocky in which bouldering skills were required.

Photo credit: Gary Thwaites

From there is was descent down to Honister Pass. Here we said goodbye to Gary, with thanks.

Leg 5 was Honister Pass to Keswick (11miles, 2500ft). I feel pretty sorry for myself at this checkpoint as I was limping around.

However, it was only self pity so picked up my head torch, re-fuelled and headed on up Dale Head. Clare was so encouraging and then Paul joined me to run this leg. Andy and Josh went on in case I slowed too much. Paul never actually got to run- he ended up supporting and encouraging me for the whole 3.5hrs. He was absolutely superb. Up on Hindscarth we got to witness a beautiful sunset.

I then had to really push on as it dawned on my I may miss the time. I ate, focused and became a woman possessed up Robinson. It was then a technical descent down to the road. I could see Andy’s head torch getting closer and eventually we caught them. Andy graciously chose not to push on which meant we could finish together. From Chapel Bridge we ran the road section in. I laughed at being encouraged to go as quick as I could- 14min/mile pace! I joked about if the distance wasn’t a round number on finishing I’d have to ‘run’ some more- yeah right!!

Moot Hall was getting closer as I limped in. I didn’t cry (think leg 4 took all my emotions out of me) but I was so so delighted to succeed in 23hrs 46mins.

I am not local to the Lake District and so was aware that this would not have been possible without any of the navigational pacers and the road crew. As I slowed I was so grateful to them all for their patience and support.

As I write this our round has been ratified and it’s a complete honour to join the Bob Graham Round Club.