Part II – ‘Poles Apart’

Hawes to Kingsway Adventure Centre, Middleton in Teesdale

Only 34 Miles! Cut off time 84 hours

Walking through Hawes in the early evening of Tuesday 14th January, it was dark and damp. The lights in the shops and the noise coming from the pub as I passed made it feel all the more strange that I was once again setting out into the unknown, to walk alone overnight in the hills. This time I was heading to the next check point at Middleton in Teesdale ‘just’ 34 miles away. Taking a left at Barclays Bank, it was pretty straightforward navigation following the PW signs through fields to the tiny village of Hardraw. Passing the pub and tea room in the village I turned right and started to climb.

This part of the route started off as a wide track / bridleway and as it gradually got steeper the weather started to deteriorate. The persistent rain became heavier as I climbed and as I approached a left fork, decided to check my map for clarification and suddenly realised I was on the ascent to Great Shunner Fell- the highest point of the race so far at 716m! For a moment my mind drifted to the Official Spine Race film which I’d watched several times and could hear Damian Hall in my head – it was daylight for him when he was here but like us, had experienced extremely high winds so I knew I was in for a decent, lengthy and challenging climb. Navigation sorted, I refocused and started what was going to be a tough section. I got to about 500m and it was really starting to get a bit tasty, the wind had increased and the rain was starting to turn into a combination of sleet and hail. I battened down the hatches, got my full 3 layer glove system sorted and bowed my head – the trudge to the top was on. At around 600m the climb flattened out and I came across the first snow on the ground. Visibility was really being stretched now and I had to focus hard to try and make out the trail / path as I kept on veering off onto rough ground and had to keep checking GPS to get me back on track.

I was suddenly aware of a figure in the distance – I say distance but due to the low visibility it was probably only about 20-30 metres ahead and to my right, coming into view. By now, I was bent forwards to keep my balance so I wouldn’t fall over in the incredibly strong winds and to keep my face out of the hail and snow! This was beyond Type 2 fun and as I passed the figure it was more than I could do to shout out and say ‘Hi’.. I’m not even sure the person would’ve heard me. Maintaining my pace we passed, but didn’t say a word to each other and I continued on, where I hit a section that felt like stone slabs beneath my feet but was icy. I could just about make out the sound of crushing slush under my feet and that smell of slushy snow mixed with mud. I slipped several times but managed not to fall over and started to realise this was verging on dangerous and at any point I could easily slip and sprain my ankle or worse! I considered putting on my Yaktrax but chose to slow down and take it steadier, given that the alternative would mean having to stop and take my sack off to get to them – not great in those conditions! Gemma Towell had been clinging onto my heels for a while and I realised the sensible thing to do was to pair up. She complained about having issues with her knee and I said that we needed to get down off the mountain and was she ok to just crack on, to which she answered that she was happy to do that- pact agreed, we went for it. Passing the stone shelter at the top, I could see Damian Hall sitting there with his Boost bar (my favourite go to choc fix too) but there were no such luxuries for us, we just needed to keep moving. Pushing on, we flew past 2 other competitors who seemed to be happy to just hang around and faff. We invited them to join us but they just grunted and we left them to it. The descent was a lot steeper than the ascent and we made good time over the slabbed path losing height quickly, so not long after descending from the summit, the slabs were free from snow and ice. We carried on with a cracking pace to get down and out of the wind. Eventually the path became a track and we slowed down and took a breather. The wind had dropped and it was like someone had just turned the hairdryer off and we were alone in peace, laughing as we headed down the road towards the little village of Thwaite. We summed it up saying ‘Oh my God that was amazing but horrendous’ or words to that effect! We had just done 716m down to 400 in no time at all and had made it without any injuries. Miracle!

This summed up our Great Shunner Fell adventure – thank you Gemma

Faffing in Thwaite, as someone needed to use the local facilities, we searched the village for loos and after failing miserably, we were totally disorientated and it took ages to get back on track, though even when we did, we couldn’t locate the path out of the village to continue on the PW. Finally I noticed a slit in the hedge on someones drive and realised that was it – a secret path in someones driveway – who’d have thought ffs ūüôā

The next section was a bit of a ball ache for navigation and was really fiddly, going through fields and around farm buildings. Her ladyship used the open air facilities here though so all was good in Gemmas world. A steep climb and then a narrow path set us on our way around the hill of Pot Hole Kisdon and at this stage I think I would have preferred to have just gone straight over the top to Keld. The path underfoot was slimy and narrow with a steep enough drop to our right that if you fell down it, getting back up would be a complete bugger. We could see torch light below us through the trees and assumed someone had done exactly that or were struggling with their navigation to find theright path.

Carrying on, we traversed round the hill and the narrow slimy path turned into something much more horrendous – slimy limestone rocks you couldn’t help but slip on. A pattern emerged of slip ,’fuck’, get up, slip, ‘fuck’, get up – you get the idea! I lost count of the number of times I fell over and at one point I fell and was so close to going down the drop to my right I just clung onto a rock. I recall the fuck was replaced by a loud ‘Ouch’ as I hit the rock, followed by the short and to the point, ‘ffs’ I had lost count of how many times Gemma had fallen behind me but our enthusiasm had dwindled quickly and with her knee grumbling, she had dropped behind a little…. and it was then that my head torch started playing games with me…The conversation went something like this:

‘Gemma is it me or do those rocks have eyes’ ?

‘No Mike, they’re sheep!’

‘Oh ok’

Laughing, we had carried on but to this very day whenever I think about it, it makes me laugh ! The limestone rocks with their patchy white bits – I was absolutely convinced had eyes when my torch light connected with them.

We reached a stream which was blended into a mud ditch crossing with a side-wards gradient and I placed my left pole securely before I made the attempt. I had just put my left foot down – and boom, my left leg was gone from under me taking with it my right leg without warning- I was on my arse again! No ‘ffs’ this time, just silence as I lay in the muddy stream, surrounded by the pitch black of God knows where. The all too familiar stench of watery mud from my farming days filled my nostrils. I realised then that my full weight had hit my pole and as I had hauled myself back to my feet, fearing the worst, I saw that my left pole had a new 90 degree design feature. I hadn’t held out much hope but as I slowly tried to straighten it I heard the dreaded snapping sound. I now had 3 poles, 1 good enough for me and a pair only useful to a hobbit….

Just over 100 miles in and with about 150 to go I now had just one pole! My thoughts suddenly sprang back to that moment in Edale days before, when in my panic to get my drop bag down to the required 20kg, Steve had convinced me to leave my spares in the car locked up all nice and safe as they would only be dead weight! Cheers Steve:)

To say I was deflated would be an understatement and a social media explosion unfolded along the lines of ‘Can someone get me another pole?’…. ‘You can’t, as that’s against the rules’…. ‘Find a stick’ all very helpful! All I could think was ‘Have you seen where I am??? – There are no bloody sticks!’ My only hope was lost property at a CP ūüôā What was already a tough race had just become even more so! It wasn’t like I was going to feel better and more energetic as the race progressed was it, not like I was going to need 2 poles to haul my sorry arse over tough terrain when I was too tired to keep upright. I continued in silence and stropped off to Keld, sorry I left you Gemma!

Next followed a deviation off the PW at Keld to drop into the village where my map had reliably informed me there was 24/7 shelter at the public hall. I saw someones bin out by the road so, unceremoniously, placed my broken pole(s) on the ground next to it. It felt like I was at a funeral service placing a coffin into the ground, I said my farewells and left them. With the yellow tape still around the top with my initials to identify them as mine, I walked away from them, never to see them again.

I wandered around the village still feeling sorry for myself while looking for the Village Hall. I saw a man in what looked like his front room, with his feet up in front of a fire, which only fueled my fragile emotions and I walked round to the side of the village hall and peered through the windows. I saw lights on but nothing and no one else – no tables with food on, no medics or CP staff and above all no fellow Spine racers – just good old plain varnished village hall floor. By now, I was really pissed off – Are you having a laugh? I said to myself. ‘ I need to regroup and they’ve packed up and gone? What about us back markers?’ – I was still feeling grumpy as I walked round to the main road and saw Gemma approaching – ‘it’s bloody closed, there’s no one here’ I told her. ‘What do you mean?’ she said, as she walked towards the mans house and opened the door! ‘Well, are you coming in?’ OMG !!! I laughed so hard mostly from relief, I think…

Soaking wet, up to my armpits in mud and a little cold, I walked into this mans front room or, so I thought when looking in from the outside, only to realise it was the reception area for the village hall! The warmth of the room and the smell of the wood burner hit me as soon as I entered, and although it was dimly lit with only one light on and the glow from the fire, the room had a lovely cosy feel to it. I saw Hugh Wright (remember the guy with the Ectopic Pregnancy Trust banner on his rucksack from the start ?) sitting in the corner with his feet up on the protective fire guard looking like someones grandad. He looked up and asked,’Hi guys how you doing? This is incredible !!’ I noticed he looked like he’d done a weeks laundry with socks and cloths all hanging on the fire guard. Taking his lead I thought it was time to get my gloves sorted from my muddy fall so joined him and put them on the fireguard too.

It was hard to believe this oasis we’d walked into. Gemma had put the kettle on and treated me to a homemade cookie from one of the jars on the kitchen worktop… luckily she had brought some change with her as I wasn’t going to use my ¬£20 note for hot chocolate and biscuits, no matter how good they were! And so we sat, no CP staff, no medics – just three weary, wet and cold Spiners, who are now life long friends with stories to make you belly laugh and who were still determined to go on despite the challenges we had already faced.

The hot chocolate was amazing, the stuff of dreams especially when you are going through the hardships of this race! Hard though it was to leave the warmth and comfort behind, after about 30 minutes rest we headed out onto the trail again and felt better knowing we were on the way to the CP at the Tan Hill Inn. Having been there for a training weekend and witnessed first hand, the hospitality of this remote outpost, this was one of the highlights I had been looking forward to – and it conjured romantic images of sitting on a seat by the fire warming me through and I was excited to be heading in its’ direction – positive happy Mike was back – let’s do this!

Leaving Hugh still with his feet up by the fire, Gemma and I retraced our steps back through the village and on to the PW, where we crossed a footbridge and made our way up onto the open fells of Black Moor Hill. With about 7 km ahead of us still before we would reach Tan Hill it felt pretty bleak, dark and windy but at least the rain had stopped. The navigation was fairly straightforward on what looked like an undulating Landrover track, although we were on bleak exposed terrain so, in poor weather or visibility I’d expect navigation to be a bit trickier along here. I moved well with my one staff, and soon got used to the momentum of only having one pole, alternating hands and settling into a rhythm.

Heading up a fairly steep incline up on to Stonesdale Moor we took a distinct left turn. By this point, I was urging the lights of the pub to appear – this had been on my race bucket list and suddenly, there they were! Coloured lights in the distance appeared and there was the pub standing solid as a rock at the top of the moor, lit up like a Christmas tree! We’d done it! We were on our way to Britains highest pub! Ok – so it was closed and we’d missed last orders and there would be no fire to snuggle up to, but none of that mattered. On arrival, we were led round to the back of the building and into the barn adjacent to the pub. It was good to be back in familiar territory again as this was the room where the Spine training had taken place.

There was space, there was seating and there was a wood burner but no drop bag at this location so it was just what you had on you and basic supplies from the CP. My butler aka awesome CP volunteer Peter Pierre Henley set about seeing to my needs, thanks mate you were brilliant, and I even got to see you later in the race too, bonus. I saw a figure moving in the corner to my right and it made me think of Fluffy, the three headed dog from Harry Potter, fast asleep guarding the trap door due to him being in a complete slumber snoring! It was Peter Gold – he looked like he’d had a good nights sleep, and as he turned out from his pit rubbing his eyes, I got a grunt of a hello and he began busying himself, packing his stuff before getting a move on. On the stage there were also a few other bodies sleeping and Gemma joined them. My plan was to stay just long enough to sort my kit, get some warm food and drinks inside me so I chose not to sleep and instead chilled in a chair by the wood burner catching a power nap. Sarah Fuller and Lisa Wright were also there and had set up camp onthe comfy sofa. Everyone looked a little deflated and shattered which was hardly surprising as it was something like 3am. Overall, it was pretty quiet inside with just the odd rustling of someone sorting their kit or the sound of a spoon stirring a drink.

In contrast to the calm, quiet interior of the barn, the weather was wild outside and we were advised to wear our safety goggles. I had 2 pairs – my Ali G bolle glasses which I kept in my front pouch for easy access and a pair of bomb proof goggles which I had in my main rucksack. I opted for the bomb proof goggle set up as I had recce’d the next section on the training weekend and knew what was coming. A quick selfie with the awesome check point staff and it was time to go. I left the comfort of the Tan Hill Inn just after 4:30 Wednesday 15th January and was escorted out the back of the barn, into the pitch black night where I was immediately greeted by strong winds. It felt cold, damp and grim. Gemma was still asleep from what I could make out so it was me alone again now.

I set about what I knew was to be a trudge over Sleightholme Moor. It was hard work in the dark keeping to any sort of path and trying to spot the wooden posts with white painted tips which were the way markers to help guide you across the moor. After Sleightholme Farm it was still a bit of tricky navigation wise but I was happy with my route from my recce and ended up at God’s Bridge just before the A66 in what felt like good time considering the conditions. It was just before 6am so wouldn’t be long before daylight arrived.

Breaking news – As I cross the A66 I swap to the North A-Z map another milestone and evidence I am actually getting closer to Kirk Yetholm.

I passed the rescue hut which is at GR 948147 and headed over Cotherstone Moor which was uneventful and actually a bit of a drag as with daylight and improved visibility I could see for miles but the unchanging scenery made it seem very slow progress. I was actually quite enjoying my head torches 4m bubble for company at night – you don’t see a lot so you don’t miss a lot apart from the odd turning and you move along nicely in your own little world.

At roughly 9.00am I arrived at The Old Hayloft, at Clove Lodge, to find a sign inviting Spine runners for tea, cake and shelter. I was feeling quite good at this point and almost didn’t bother, but my inquisitiveness got the better of me and I couldn’t resist – thank goodness I didn’t. Here was yet another example of a strangers generosity that I wouldn’t forget. Beside the kettle, a note was left asking you to put another log on the fire before you left, so I made myself a coffee and grabbed a couple of celebrations chocolates, threw a log in the fire and was off on my travels North again. Thank you – it was amazing and I wish I could have stayed longer.

I arrived at Lunedale down a steep road section and turned the corner to see Tim Laney and Wiebke Lammers – I didn’t know her but she said she had been told to give me a massive hug from our mutual friend Laura Millward. This was such a lovely gesture and as a hugger myself it was a real treat. I didn’t get one from Tim but I won’t hold that against you mate. It was lovely to see you again though after Tan Hill and the weather was a lot calmer and nicer all-round compared to then. I think I may have had a few custard creams off you though so that was pretty good instead ūüôā

I crossed the B6276 and headed NE calculating that I was only about 5 km away from Middleton and was really looking forward to seeing Kate Thurman, a friend of a friend, who had messaged to say she was waiting for me.

Starting to look a bit tired and 2 beautiful views on approach to CP3

The views were amazing and I could see Middleton was in what felt like touching distance. I jogged and shouted out loud to myself ‘Get in there!’ I’d made it to day 4, which was my first goal thinking back to discussions I’d had with Uncle Stu on the training weekend. Middleton was a massive boost and I was feeling strong although I was now suffering from proper chaffing so once in the town I spotted a pharmacy and took the opportunity to get some more Sudocrem. Picture the scene – a man in full spine kit, muddy and looking somewhat disheveled in this old fashioned pharmacy – I grabbed a tub of Sudocrem and proceeded to pay . The assistants face had that knowing look – the one that says she knows why you need it, she’s been here before! We smiled at each other and with a passing good luck I left and headed up the road towards the check point ! Greeted by a beaming smile by the bridge – it was Kate and I’m not sure who was smiling the most, but boy, I was so glad to see her and chat on our way in to the check point. It amazed me how the sight of friends brought out such raw emotion during this race due to battling on your own for such long periods in those conditions. Looking back, the whole of the last section had felt like a bit of a battle starting with the Great Shunner Fell adventure, then the tale of the poles and the wind over the moors by Tan Hill but it was one with so many memories and stories to tell, not least sharing those with Gemma who I had left behind sleeping at Tan Hill.

It was 11:44 on Wednesday 15th January that I arrived in the check point after 75 hours 44 minutes. The cut off here was 84 hours so I now had a cushion of 8 hours and 16 minutes with a planned 4 or 5 hour stop, I had made up some time as a buffer, but not as much as I’d hoped but a cushion none the less and given the conditions I was pretty pleased with that.

I was greeted by David Wood again, another guy with a great smile to welcome you. I remembered him from Hawes but it is only when you see someone for a second time that you relate to them from the first meeting. I was looking forward to the warmth of the check point so was a bit disappointed when I was lead into the main hall. There was acres of space and a table where my drop bag had been delivered but it wasn’t a warm haven, quite the opposite in fact. I did a quick sort through my kit and did the usual processing before I hit the warmth of the catering room. There were quite a few people and I managed to snaffle the last of one of the hot meal choices although I don’t remember what it was but I do remember David recommending it, so made sure my name was on it.

Admin and food done, it was time to shower! Surprisingly, I didn’t scream as the hot water made contact with the chaffing, but once I was done, I applied plenty of sudocrem and decided it was time to sleep. I woke up again ahead of my alarm after only 2 hours and I just lay there. I couldn’t get up, I’d had enough, it was relentless and I just wanted someone to say ‘Stop, it’s all over, its ok’ but they didn’t, I peeled off my eye mask, unplugged my ears and went about trying to orientate myself out of bed in the dark. It was like being at a YHA and I was the early git getting up while others were still trying to sleep! I tried to gather my things, find my watch and get up without making a noise but I knew it was impossible. Why is there always a creaky door in those dorms? Eventually a slight selfishness kicked in and although I tried to be quiet it was time to just crack on and get my race going again.

I dressed, went back for more food and got some treatment for my clean but painful feet. By now I was getting to know the Medic team quite well. What seemed like my personal angel, Anna set to cleaning and dressing my little toes, though by now there was concern that my right one was becoming infected which explained the pain I was in.

Pictures of my feet were taken so they could monitor me up the course and I had one medic working on each foot which gave me time to catch up on Facebook. So with both feet dressed it was time to get my socks on and sort out my kit before leaving. There were just too many messages to read but I scanned a few and when I was struggling to find the motivation to get going again, this gave me a valuable boost. Another cuppa and I was back in the cold room finalising my kit. As I left the comfort and warmth of the canteen area, I saw Gemma walking in and thought she’d come in under her own steam, so congratulated her. I was gutted to hear that she had been picked up and brought into the check point, she was gutted too but it was yet another reminder of the harsh reality of this race! After a big hug and warm wishes from both sides, I thought of the fantastic but incredibly challenging section we had shared together, from the terrible weather and underfoot conditions to the laughs surrounding sheep eyes and rocks, broken poles and the debacle of the village hall at Keld. It all made for a short but very close few miles. I was gutted to see you drop out Gemma and can’t wait to see you kiss that wall when you finish next time.

I zipped up Monty, performed last minute adjustments on my race pack including adding the next 3000 Kcal of rations which you need to have at the start and when leaving CP 3 and 5 and signalled to the CP staff that I was ready to go. It was then I heard ‘Hang on, one of the safety team needs to see you before you go’. Cue Chris McClymont from the SST. -‘Have you already packed? Oh no, I’m really sorry I need to see…..’ and he reeled off a few items they needed to check on the mandatory kit list before I could leave. So there I was unpacking my race pack to show my 3000 Kcal food, stove, sleeping bag and bivvy. It was so funny but not so funny and we both chuckled about it but I could see Chris was felt really terrible about asking me to unpack and re pack my bag.

Going back into the reception area, which felt even colder, I put my gaiters back on – everything was becoming such an effort now and putting all my outer gear and race pack on was turning into something like getting an astronaut dressed before take off – nothing happened quickly.

The weather report was looking really grim on the white board and I hoped the race diversion was still on, but no, they had reversed it back to the original race route just before I left and although I didn’t know the route, it sounded daunting where they had diverted around Cauldron Snout. There was one route diversion still in place on the road to Holwick instead of following the PW along the River Tees due to flooding. So I walked out the door and into the darkness and rain and saying final goodbyes to the volunteers and with a smile and best wishes from David and Yo I was off.

I was hoping to leave at 16:30 but it ended up being nearer to 17:00 so I still had a 3 hour buffer in the bank.

Thank you Kate, David, Chris, Anna and all the rest of the check point team at Middleton for the memories and just being out right fabulous. ūüôā

Total distance covered so far – 144.1 miles – Yay I was well over half way and 6hrs 40 minutes of sleep since I started on Sunday but more importantly, I was still going.

Middleton to Alston YHA – 39 Miles with a cut off of 110 hrs

Walking through the town, with the shops and takeaways still open, I remembered back to someone mentioning the fish n chip shop here.It smelt amazing, but I wasn’t hungry so carried on over the bridge and turned right up the lane to the south of the river. I realised I hadn’t spoken to my children for ages as I’d been so wrapped up in the race, so seeing as the terrain wasn’t challenging, I called them before deciding to switch off with some music for a while. These sections were long so getting your thoughts right and settling into the knowledge you were going to be out all night and for hours before getting to the next check point was invaluable. The important thing was to feel comfortable, not rushed or panicked. I said my goodnights to the kids and cracked into a nice speed up the road.

Rejoining the PW at Wynch Bridge and following the River Tees this was a relatively flat section for a while. I passed Low Force, having never been there before, and I was only aware I was next to a fast flowing river because of the noise,By the time I reached High Force I was starting to become intrigued and certainly knew it was something I didn’t think was a good idea to fall into. The sound and the chill coming off from the water was quite incredible if not a little scary.

After High Force it was a small climb up Bracken Rigg. I passed through a wooden gate into a clearing and spotted a runner wandering around but coming towards me. He was Japanese and he seemed to avoid me but I made a point of calling out to him, as not only was he walking towards me but was veering off course completely heading North and in the wrong direction. There was no answer so I ended up shouting to him and trying to ask what was happening, He kept showing me the map and I got the impression he wasn’t happy or understanding me. I said ‘Middleton CP’ and pointed in the direction going back to the CP. I tried to call HQ to point this guy out as being lost or in difficulty but there was no signal. I tried to get across to him to go back and continued trying to call again. I headed West and could make out the dark shadow of steep ground to my left and right – it began to feel like I was in a scene from Lord of the Rings. The fog had now descended to add to the eeriness, but I made good ground initially although slowly my speed reduced to a crawl. I struggled to make out the path as it turned to rocks and while I usually make good ground over rocky terrain this was seriously treacherous, ankle snapping stuff. I found myself slipping and coming very close to the waters edge. I looked for an easier route but never found one, boom, then I slipped with one foot ending up in the river and it felt really bad as if I’d sprained my ankle – this was the alarm bell I probably needed, and I literally crawled for the rest of the way around Falcon Clints. I managed to find the path again and began to climb before I realised I was now scrambling quite steeply, which with the strong winds which had returned and the bulky spine kit I was carrying, it certainly required extra care. Crossing the bridge at the top, I was relieved that section was over. The bridge was the point where the diversion would have reconnected with the route and I was thinking I would have preferred to have done that, but the exposure, the terrain and the thrill of doing Cauldrons Snout, however risky, was worth it and certainly would have achieved a 2.5 or more type fun category.

I met Pascale Mathonet as I reached the top of the scramble but she had stopped by the bridge for a while, so I carried on and saw her later at Dufton. That was some route we had just done, and not knowing her I remember thinking kudos and fair play to you Pascale for what you’d just done, and I was sorry I didn’t hang around and join up with you. It was a fairly straightforward yomp across the moor passing Maize Beck and then to the top of High Cup Nick.

The vis was poor at the top with low fog and a couple of times I got a bit too close to the edge for my liking on the descent but once on the obvious northern edge path was quick to get down into Dufton.

Walking through the village of Dufton, I saw the Post Office Pantry cafe who had said they would be open 24/7 to support the race. I headed for the village hall which was fairly empty, and could see ‘Fluffy’, once again, flat out on the floor to one side of the room and a couple of other Spiners who were making use of the break in the 30 minute rule. I felt drained but glad to have stopped. Somewhat late, I passed on the info and location of where I last saw Mr Japanese as there was now a full scale search party on! For my part, I was happy I did what I could at the time – he was not injured and he wouldn’t listen to me, a lesson there to know how to self nav. It was great to see Wiebke again, although everyone was clearly tired, though it was the middle of the night, I’m guessing 3 or 4am. Jo the medic, who was another regular face helped with my feet but they had got to the stage of being beyond help now and I was just managing the pain with medication and the dogged determination to continue. How could something so small create so much pain? I decided to sleep here but no soon had I arrived, the CP staff were advising racers that we should leave by 5am as no one had ever finished the race leaving after that time. At this point Pascale came in and basically collapsed into her sleeping bag refusing to listen and didn’t look like she was going anywhere fast. ‘Fluffy’ and ‘Robbit’ (Peters nickname for Rob Spalton, not mine) who had paired up, had left by now. Whilst I can’t recall what the time was exactly I knew I had about 30 minutes remaining to go with their advice so, I threw out the plan to sleep and with it, some of my positivity. I packed and left feeling a little deflated, but I was determined to have some breakfast at the Pantry to support them supporting us so, the action of opening the door woke them up and I ordered a full English breakfast – how random this felt but I reckoned I’d earned it and although we were told we had to go, I felt sure even with my sleep deprived head I was inside my time plan. The smell of the fry up was surreal, being in civilisation and being cooked for at that time of day was a lovely and much needed experience.

Walking up through the village, I could still smell the fry up on my clothes as I retraced my steps back to the PW. I left Dufton and stumbled across Paolo Girolami coming from my left, what is it with me coming across people who seem disorientated? We chatted and I said I was happy with the route but he didn’t sound convinced and started faffing just outside the village – By this time I was thinking to myself if what the Dufton CP people say is correct, I’m getting a move on and haven’t got time to hang around and wait.

I climbed steadily watching the head torches of Fluffy and Robbit in the distance but quite high up and decided I would try and catch them up, but then some bastard hill got in the way! This one was steep enough to embrace the zig zag style of ascending and having started at 150m in Dufton at this son of a … up to the top of Green Fell was 790m !! I reached the summit but there were no head torches to be seen, so we now have a classic hare and the tortoise situation, with me being the latter as I had less sleep under my belt and although I was moving steadily, they were better rested and faster on the move.

Turning NW at the top of Green Fell there was a slight descent and I headed across and up to the top to Great Dunn Fell at 848m ! There was snow underfoot now and wind to contend with on the tops. I approached the radio masts and thought ‘this is just incredible’, I screamed at the top of my voice ‘Wahooooo come onnnn’ like a kid and shoe skiied in the snow, ticking another Spine Race bucket wish off my list but as I passed the radio masts, it became quite steep, falling away to my right. I was about to do a live feed on Facebook as this just made me feel so alive, but when it came down to it I realised this was a bit too tasty as the wind was really gusting and I needed to be careful. Heading down, then back up to Little Dun Fell, I was now leaning over to the left to counteract a gusting westerly wind and to prevent being blown over. Down again to 772m and then back up to Cross Fell at 893m to find the shelter of the Trig point. I wished at this point I could attach the video Facebook live feed I did to give you the experience of the wind and cold up there but I can’t seem to add it. Fair to say it was brutal and I had to stop filming as I couldn’t move my lips for the cold!

With low visibility and having done the live video, I decided to do a quick bearing off the summit to be on the safe side and to make sure I was sliding my way North towards Gregs Hut, home of the legendary spicy noodle bar and Father Christmas, which was about 2 km away. The hut came in to view and I had a massive smile on my face – John was right and I’d only gone and made it to the hut which had to be one of the highlights of the race for me. I think my smile when I reached the hut said it all. Even the media guy who ushered me in said I was one of the few people who were so chirpy and smiley there.

So with 170 miles done – 6 hours 45 minutes sleep, I’d made Gregs Hut – wow !

The amazing Check Point staff with Alex Pickerell, Paul Shorrock and his trusty companion Mist – woof and the legend that is John Bamber – thanks guys for what was simple but unforgettable experience at Gregs Hut.

Link to my interview in Gregs hut below;

So it was time to leave this Airbnb and finish this section off and get on my way to Alston (CP4)

Me and Paolo Girolami leaving Gregs Hut – Next stop Alston

Paolo shot off like he knew something I didn’t about cut offs, but like all these races you need to do your own thing and I didn’t try and keep up. At this point I was on the Corpse Road which sounds more ominous than it is. It was a good track and made for steady progress round Backstone Edge and past Corn Rigg, Pikeman Hill and down into Garrigill. I don’t know why but I thought this was where the Check point would be, but by the time I had reached the other side of the village I realised I was a bit premature in my thinking. I thought I must have missed it but had heard from other racers that there was a resident who provided tea and a warm seat in the village as they passed by. I was zoned out at the time with my headphones on, listening to a podcast but it was one to look out for. I was about to turn off the road and back onto the PW path probably about a park run away from Alston YHA when Mr Tomb-Raider aka Alistair Black in his Landrover Defender, accompanied by his Exile Medic posse pulled up alongside me to check on my welfare. I had a moan about my feet and was assured that they would take a good look at them once I reached the check point so, with a renewed boost I cracked on along the path. It was flat but muddy (what a surprise!) and followed the river for some distance but by now the heavens had opened and I was willing the CP along for some shelter as it was so grim.

After what seemed like endless fields and mud combined with persistent heavy rain, I finally made it to Alston YHA at 14:38 on Thursday 16th January, some 102 hrs and 38 minutes into the race so still had a 7 hours and 22 minute cushion – again not great but with a short stop the race was still on.

This had been by far the toughest section of the course so far and Hawes seemed like a lifetime ago with all the adventures and memories to look back on. Reaching the safety and welcome of Alston felt like a small miracle and was very welcome.

After the customary shedding of outer wet, muddy kit I was ushered into the seated dining area – that sounds posh – trust me, it wasn’t! Time seemed to just slow down here. The room was cramped and busy with lots of noise of people standing around chatting. One of the safety teams had sort refuge at the check point and it was fab to see a familiar face in my friend Caroline McCann who I first met when we did our Summer ML assessment. Jo Smiley Stevens who was part of the check point team was also there so I was starting to feel at home, maybe too much so! I made hard work of performing simple tasks like changing batteries and sorting out my race kit. I sat staring at it all in a zombie state, hoping the birds from Cinderella would come along and sort it all out for me, alas of course they didn’t! I remember seeing Andy Norman again, and he seemed to bypass others who looked like they were going to DNF, in order to get me food and drink. Cue the a plate of the legendary Alston lasagne, it tasted as good as it looked and the Alston team most definitely delivered on their promises !

With a full stomach, I headed up the stairs to the showers and sleeping area, the effort of just climbing the stairs alone wasn’t pretty and it seemed to take an age to get to the top. Ouch!- Chaffing v hot water again made me jump but I was pleased it wasn’t getting any worse and the Sudocrem application during my CP period along with copious amounts of Vaseline when I set out on the trail seemed to keeping the worst of it at bay, just!

With a sigh of relief, I collapsed into bed and slept with a pillow under my feet to try and keep them elevated to reduce the swelling. I struggled to get quality sleep due to over tiredness and my body ached all over. The constant weight wearing the sack for hours and days on end had taken its toll on my upper back and shoulders, and my legs – whilst they were still attached to my body, had all but disowned me by this point.

The alarm went off and I just lay there staring at the underneath of the bunk above me again. I literally dragged myself out of bed and somehow managed to reach down enough to get my socks on, and what followed could only be described as a descent of the stairs like a 90 year old man. There was a reception lady at the foot of the stairs who whispered ‘good morning’ to me, it was early evening but I figured the sentiment. I was now wide awake and responded in a similar fashion.

The CP was more like a ghost town, and after more food and hot tea, the medics set about doing their thing with my feet. They looked ok from the top and apart from my 2 little toes, my right one being clearly infected by now and a bit of swelling, they were looking remarkably ok. But, despite their looks, they were incredibly painful and just putting boots back on was an effort in itself. How can something so small produce that amount of pain?

I was surprised that I was asked whether I was carrying on.. ‘Hell yeah, I’ve not come this far and gone through what I have to give up just yet!’ I responded. I really felt like I was getting stronger as the race unfolded.

Jo from Exile medics becoming part of my personal outpatient team and quality hugs from Jo Stevens before departure into the unknown once more – still smiling! Thank you Alston you were just amazing!

So, now with only a 90 or so minute cushion and 80ish miles to go, I headed off to Bellingham wondering if my feet would last the distance! Watch out for the final part to see how my race unfolded – there’s never a dull moment in the life of Bones ūüôā

To be contd….

The Fellowship of the Spine

We’re in Edale, Derbyshire, it’s just before 08:00 on Sunday 12th January 2020 and my fellow competitors from all over the world gather on the field behind the main village car park to take on the challenge that is the Spine Race, and the common goal of somehow reaching Kirk Yetholm in the Scottish Borders. No rousing music, no motivational speeches, just a gantry which says ‘START’ in a relatively small field of competitors compared to what I’m used to. It feels like we’re all huddling for the start of Park Run, nothing as Epic as the Spine Race. There’s an eerie silence, only a few mutterings between fellow racers can be heard. I don’t actually know what to say….. ‘Have a good race’ seems sort of inadequate for what lies ahead.

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And we’re off, 268 unknown miles lie ahead on our journey

So what brought me to Edale – The Journey so far

In 2012 I suffered an ankle injury and to cut a long story short my consultant advised me to stop running anything more than 5k and recommended my training should be confined to a tread mill. What a blow! It was just 4 weeks before my second London Marathon attempt, but he had agreed I could run it and would fix me after. I surprisingly ran a PB but still fell short of my goal time. The good news, however, was that after the marathon, I was fixed, and a second opinion gave me the hope I needed and that I should just ‘manage’ the situation and be sensible!

Whilst in my post op recovery, I saw a great friend of mine, Darren, complete the Lakeland 50 and seeing the smile on his face hooked me and, from this moment on, I knew I wanted to combine my Mountain Leaders qualification with running in the hills! And so, in July 2013 I entered the Lakeland 50 and that was it! No looking back now – I was an Ultra addict!

When I entered I never considered the Lakeland 100 as being something more than an event I would never be able to consider, but when I finished the 50, something told me to enter it again. The following year saw me trying to beat my time but the heat and the course had other ideas and I DNF’d. I felt I had nothing to prove, so rather than going back for the 50, I entered and completed the Lakeland 100 in 2015. The feeling of satisfaction and connection with fellow racers was off the scale, something I had never experienced in my life. Since then, I have made some truly fabulous friends and lifelong connections as a result of participating in these events.

So, fast forward to summer 2016, when I first became aware of the Spine Race and I entered the 2017 Winter Challenger race. As Autumn approached, I remembered my friend Steve who had run it the previous year and had to pull out with a calf injury, had said it was horrendously brutal and he had no interest in returning to the race for a re match due to the bog and so I decided to pull out… My thinking went “Why would I want to run in the winter over that distance in bog, I hate the cold’. I never gave the race another thought and certainly didn’t think it would feature on my bucket list but then the winter 2019 race happened.

We all know about Jasmine, about her amazing race and story which electrified my senses, pushing me to join the dot watchers who were glued to their screens as the race unfolded, whilst at the same time following my friend, Michael Burke, who was also taking part in the full race, finishing despite a slight injury. This started me thinking ‘I wonder, could I do this?’ and so the seed was sown. I caught up with Michael in Starbucks (other coffee suppliers are available, although sadly not currently) where he showed me his medal. The deal was done, I wanted one of those for myself…

And so, my preparations began! I don’t mind admitting I was daunted by the kit list as well as the trail, which was completely unknown to me, having never set foot on the Pennine Way in my life! I absolutely relished the prospect. I set about sorting out a plan. Those who know me will know I’m not that strict when it comes to a training plan, preferring to ‘wing’ it through my baseline endurance and fitness level and leap frog from one event to another that I think are relevant. In fairness, my shift patterns didn’t lend themselves to a stable training structure, so I learnt to adapt and do what I can, knowing what it takes to get me to a start line. This really works for me and whilst I’m never going to win a race, it keeps me focused on training in between events, creating a platform to jump from one event to another leading up to a big race. It also takes away the stress of the ‘big’ event until the last minute as I focus on the others one at a time.

Something I learnt very early on in my Ultra running from Lakeland 100 winner Stuart Mills is that non physical training is as important as physical training, so I set about getting my mind in gear for this epic event perhaps even more so than my body. I have learnt that if my mind is right and I believe in myself, then my body will come through somehow and I can achieve by adopting a system of process and progress, not outcome or goal. So my non physical training included a weekend ‘Spa’ retreat at the Tan Hill Inn in the Yorkshire Dales. At Britain’s Highest Pub I attended a Spine training session held by Stu, Scott and Philip along with guest speaker, and previous multi finisher, Stephen Brown and Al Pepper on drums (sorry that sounded like I was describing a band line up there for a minute but to be fair they all rocked !!). The Tan Hill setting gave us a glimpse of the wildness and exposure of what might be in the race, and on the first evening, I thought the pub sign was going to be blown off its bracket. The rain pelted down and the noise and rattling windows made it feel more like we were in a caravan on the West Coast of Scotland, rather than a solid stone pub on the tame Pennine Way (cue reality check!). Sitting round the fire with the smell of wood smoke filling the bar area, nursing a pint or 3, none of us felt like we would be able to set foot outside and start walking in the dark on this wild night, so how we would do it in January?  God only knew – this just added to the daunting prospect of what lay ahead.

Tan Hill Inn – calm before the storm!

There was an absolute wealth of information, almost too much to take in but it was a case of picking out the bits which I felt were relevant and important to me and stuff which could make a difference without being overwhelmed. I came away with the Spine skills wheel, a greater appreciation of kit & clothing, a race strategy, an ‘expedition not a race’ mindset, an appreciation of Pennine bog and some idea that if I made it to day 4, there was a slim chance of completing this beast, something I could only dream of at that point. Most of all, there was a feeling that this weekend could be the make or break for my race. There were vocals by guest speaker Stephen Brown with his wealth of race participant input which was invaluable – advising on Check point transitions, modular packing systems, ‘Be kind to your future self’ quote (something I reminded myself of every time I was in a check point and felt like just throwing kit back in my drop bag rather than returning it in a tidy modular state) and sleep strategy all being placed above forward movement in order of race importance. His advice on the ‘Ninja Bivvi’ is something that will live with me forever and something which I was reminded of leaping forward to the race, which I’ll touch on later. Whilst this was a wake up call, I remember me and my good friend, Steve Blythe, from many a Lakeland 100 venture who had also attended and entered the full Spine, looked at each other and pretty much said ‘Oh fuck, what have we done?’ simultaneously! This was exactly the wake up call I needed with just 2.5 months to race day – a focus, a strategy and some homework set by Uncle Stu – it was time to order some maps and start with the rest of my non physical training. The training weekend was spot on and if there was any chance of me finishing, I felt this had given me the tools to make it happen. At least I now knew where the Tan Hill Inn was, a long way North of the M25, what else did I need to know?

The Awesome Spine training team and fellow racers who are now lifelong friends. Spine Training weekend Oct 2019 at the Tan Hill Inn somewhere on the Pennine Way!

Luxury of the open fire – PW on our way to Gods Bridge – Camping with a view

Training recce from Edale to Hebden Bridge – Nov

So, following on from my training weekend at the Tan Hill and the massive boost this gave me, I decided to plan what I thought would be my one and only opportunity to recce the course. I set off straight from St Mary’s University, Twickenham, one Wednesday evening where I was studying Sports Massage Therapy and arrived in Chapel-en-le-Frith around 23:00 to a super little Airbnb. A short nights sleep was followed by a meet up for breakfast in the morning with my fab friend of 10 years, Caroline McCann, one of the Spines Safety Team members. I first met Caroline on our Summer Mountain Leaders Assessment together in Llanberis, Snowdonia back in goodness knows what year. The weather was pretty rubbish – it didn’t bode well, but Caroline gave some good advice about double dry bagging my kit and spots to grab water and kip.

My plan was to just do the first section to give me a confidence boost and familiarise  myself with the start of the race in a little under 2 months time. I wanted to test my kit to make sure my Bivvi plan would work and to see if my movement across the ground would see me in Hebden within 18 hours. The race plan was to be able to get there, spend 4 hours in the CP and be out within 22 hours to provide a 2 hour cushion. It was bleak, but offered a great insight, particularly regarding under foot conditions, into what I needed to do in January. The main insight for me was the lack of water gathering opportunities, as what looked like a map covered in streams and water ways soon turned into the grim realisation that this was just bog and that the likelihood of grabbing fresh stream water en route the way I’m used to doing in The Lakes, was pretty much 0%. I was tired well before I hit the 18 hour mark so tested my Bivvi set up at Standege in a perfect clump of trees at the back of a car park. I woke 2 hours later, cold and to a heavy frost, cooked up some food to warm me up and realised I needed to get on the move again as it was way too cold to hang around. The smell of the frost, the fresh air with the pine trees awoke my senses and I quickly packed up and set off on my final leg to Hebden. My hands were absolutely freezing and this was one of my big worries for the race of suffering from cold hands and feet – kit plug ! On went my Montane Primino merino liner gloves and over those my Prism Primaloft mitts and then topped off with the Minimus waterproof mitt. Montane, if you’re reading this feel free to sponsor me in future! – these were first class and within a minute or so my hands were toastie, it must have been -5 and yet my hands were almost too warm, my cold hand worries were over and this system worked, a big confidence boost. That path to Stoodley Pike doesn’t half go on! I’m sure someone is having a laugh by keep moving the 1.5 mile to the Pike finger post as it never seemed to get closer ūüôā

Well needed refueling in Hebden

It was tough and I looked like I’d finished the race not just the first section of 46 or so miles. Caroline suggested I went as far as the ‘shute’ which takes you down to the CP but time was against me as I was meeting a friend for breakfast and needed to get back home to Sussex for work – I was pretty knackered but a full English in the company of Nikki, who very kindly had offered to give me a lift back to my car at Edale, was very welcome. Parts of the recce had boosted my confidence, other parts had tested my kit teaching me that a few adjustments would be needed –  like the next size up Bivvi bag so that, if needed, I could get some kit as well as me in but mainly I was left feeling overwhelmed by the enormity of the task ahead. Funny how time heals, a bit like finishing a race saying never again but within hours saying, ‘well maybe I was a bit hasty saying that!’ Within 24 hours I’d forgotten how tough I found it and I could see that it was achievable with a bit of luck.

So Edale Here We Come!

Skiing La Plagne 1st Jan – Happy New Year

My plan on going skiing over the New Year  seemed like a great idea at the time of booking and whilst we had a fabulous trip and it took my mind off the Spine race, we arrived home late on Sunday 5th January 2020. I had early shifts to cover at work on Monday 6th and Tuesday 7th, University to attend on Wednesday 8th and then a late shift to cover Thursday 9th. I managed to finish early at 20:00 instead of 23:00 so I could wake early on the Friday, finish packing and head to Edale mid morning. I couldn’t wait to hit the road and leave a life of uncertainty behind to get to a race of uncertainty! My race packing involved mostly chucking stuff together around the times I had free outside of work. Luckily I had ordered everything I needed, as well as some bits which had arrived while we were away, and so it was just a case of sorting it out. I don’t think I’ve felt less prepared for a race ever, but at the same time was pretty cool about it all! I’m usually, packing – sorting – arranging – faffing – on repeat for about 2 weeks prior to a race but oh no, not this one, not the biggest race I’ve ever entered, ‘chuck it in and go’ springs to mind.

The plan had been for my partner to drive me up to Edale after work on Friday with her daughter and dog. We had booked a lovely cottage just down the road from race HQ and she would see me off from the start on Sunday 12th and then drive home, and I’d get the train back, hopefully from Berwick upon Tweed or from wherever else I ended up. So, the first glitch in my well oiled logistics machine was when my partner dropped it on me before we left for skiing that her daughter wasn’t able to join us due to other commitments! No problem I thought, makes life easier in my book, then on the way home she stated that she too wouldn’t be able to come to Edale! Well this was a right kick in the nuts for my logistic plans – the world suddenly caved in, how, where, what, how the… would I get back ? My car would be stuck in Edale, where would I leave it? I didn’t know… and what about my pre-booked ¬£70+ non transferable train ticket? All of a sudden things got a bit fraught and I hurriedly made phone calls and spent most of Monday on Google trying to come up with a plan rather than looking forward to my race and getting my kit organised! With 3 days until I was due to travel to the Peaks for the biggest race of my life – could anything else possibly go wrong ? ūüôā My mate Steve Blythe came up trumps and we arranged to share the cottage and I had a provisional plan of a lift back from Kirk Yetholm to Edale courtesy of the ever fabulous Nikki again. So, I had a plan – not ideal but it was a plan, and my race was back on and I was desperately trying to find some positives rather than feel lost and hit with a sudden lack of confidence. By this stage, and for some time, I had doubts my relationship was going to last and although had not voiced it to anyone, knew in my heart of hearts it was over and that once back from the Spine I would make the change and look forwards not back. This was not an ideal position to be in and I was stressed from the whole heap of uncertainty and worry and concerned it would massively affect my mindset, leaving me drained and significantly impacting my chances of finishing. Steve B was so lucky having me as company and turned into my very own agony Aunt – something he has become used to with our shared trips over the years ūüôā Steve – you’re a Lakeland legend and true friend, thank you!

I’m packed – Let’s Go !

So after a straightforward drive I arrived in Edale, set up camp at Brown Bread Cottage, caught up with Steve and started finalising my packing. It was then time to pop down to check out race HQ location, and mingle and chat with friends and race companions. I just love this part of a race, a real high and you’ll always see me with my beaming smile wandering around, bumping into folk, chatting and laughing for ages. It was here I met Darren Hunt for the first time, face to face, despite being great social media buddies for a few years and after a brief chat, selfie and man hug it was off to visit Penny Pot Cafe for the first time of many trips that weekend. I felt like I had arrived and was settled – something to do with the tea and cake maybe ? We hit the pub for our evening meal before a presentation in the hall by Montane. With a nice little freebie thrown in of a small soft flask and a chance to watch the official Spine film – it was quite chilling and the scene was set with narration by Damian Hall. Well that was it, we were in Spine mode and there was no turning back now.

Brown Bread Cottage – what was to be pre race HQ

On Saturday, I cooked breakfast for Steve and I, then it was off to race HQ for registration and kit check. The kit you had to show depended on your number but you didn’t know that until you arrived, so you still had to take everything with you. The kit list is quite extensive. Luckily, my number meant I had a relatively small amount of mandatory kit to show. The hall, where registration was taking place, was quite small and was filled with competitors and volunteers with an air of excitement and nerves. I bumped into loads of familiar faces although I still felt out of my depth among the regulars to the Spine as this wasn‚Äôt Lakeland and I was a newbie, a position I hadn‚Äôt been in for a while. I saw the lovely Niki Lygo for the first time and got a lovely reassuring hug as well as meeting John Bamber who I‚Äôd heard about from previous blogs. He was ‘Mr Greg‚Äôs Hut’ and I remember saying to him that I wasn’t sure I would but if I made  it to the hut then I‚Äôd be very happy to just be able to soak up that part of the race and try the legendary spicy noodles. John was very reassuring and replied ‚Äúyou will‚ÄĚ. I then moved on to see Gandolf aka Lindley, the race kit check warden. Mine passed, but I took the opportunity to check on a couple of bits of my kit from a practical point of view using his expertise of the race, and then it was on to James Thurlow, from Open Tracking, to have my trackers fitted. I was expecting a couple of lunch box size tupperwares to cope with for 7 days but was very surprised to see a couple of match boxes fitted to each shoulder strap of my rucksack – result! Lindley and James are both familiar faces and it was nice to chat to them and catch up, making me feel more at home and relaxed.

It was then on to the race briefing given by Darren Hunt, who was coordinating the Safety Teams, and the wonderful Exile medics talking us through our pee colour. I would get to know the team quite well during my race. We then met up with my friend Andy Blain who had been an inspiration from our Venture Scout days. Andy pushed the mountaineering and climbing limits and was known to be quite extreme in what he did, and I guess some of that rubbed off on me for me to be doing what I do now. He lives in the Peak District so it was fabulous to catch up and reminisce about the past and some of our adventures over tea and cake once again at the lovely Penny Pot Cafe. It was a real boost for me to be surrounded by like minded people who were all making such an effort to show their support and belief in what I was about to embark on. Thanks Andy for making the effort to come over, it was great to see you.

Me and Andy at Penny Pot Cafe Edale

We headed back to the cottage to do more kit faff, pack race packs and make sure my drop bag was down to 20kgs. When I weighed it at home it was a little under but by the time I added the ‘extra’ bits and spare poles it weighed over 22kg. I set about trying to offload kit I felt I couldn’t justify like someone desperately chucking sand bags out of a hot air balloon basket in an attempt to avoid crashing. The result was aided by Steve saying ‘what do you want spare poles for, they’re just dead weight?’, so out they went! Finally, I reached target weight so there was only one thing for it – food – this time we chose to eat at the cottage to save driving back to Edale again. After Pizza, Guinness and rice pud – oh that tasted good, we finished off with a chilled evening watching a film then headed to bed to try and get an early night.

Race Day – 12th January 2020

Edale Derbyshire to Hebden Bridge West Yorkshire – approx 50 miles

So the day arrived and we were finally off to do this thing. I hadn’t slept well but that wasn’t something I could change now. The Challengers had already been out all night and I had heard the brutal wind and rain they were battling through as I lay listening to it through the velux window in my room – this had probably had a part to play in my lack of sleep, but it was a fair morning although the threat of rain was in the air and there was a gloominess about the sky. And so, it was time to get up, breakfast, get my kit on, put the last bits in my race front pouch and load the car up.

This was it!! We dumped our drop bags at the main hall and, to my relief, mine passed so now it was time to head off to relocate and park the car near to the railway station. We hadn’t left a great deal of spare time on purpose as we both love a good faff, so the less time we allowed for this the better. We headed back to the hall to keep warm and do some final dress code tweaks. Trying to find somewhere to sit seemed pointless, we were going to be on our feet for days so resting for a few more minutes by comparison wasn’t going to make any difference. I found myself checking what others were starting off in and I opted for the bombproof set up – waterproof knee length socks, gaiters, waterproof trousers and my Paramo smock. Shoe choice was based on my recce so with the first section being quite tricky under foot and wanting maximum grip I opted for my La Sportiva Mutants, a decision I would soon regret. We wandered out of the hall with about 10 minutes to spare.

As I walked out of the hall who did I bump into but Joe Kenny! We go back a few years, again from Lakeland days, and I first remember Joe from when we were climbing out of Sadgill on our way to Kentmere on the Lakeland 50 in 2013 or 14…. At the time I was crippled with stomach cramp and hardly moving going uphill, but as he flashed past me with the sound of his poles on the rocks, he asked me if I was OK and with a passing comment about ‘too many gels maybe?’ he was gone. I’ve followed Joe since and we bump into each other occasionally, but this was amazing for him to come out and see me at the start of the race! It was cold and raining but we walked towards the start line and he uttered some very reassuring words to me along the lines of “you know what to do, just keep moving forwards”. We said our goodbyes and I headed into the line up area. This felt quite surreal and I’d lost Steve by now, so I found myself standing alone with about 150 other competitors around me and didn’t really know what to do or think. If there was a race speech by the organisers I didn’t hear it – I was in a zone of my own by this point. It was then that I suddenly thought about what was ahead and couldn’t comprehend what I was about to do – the 268 miles before me didn’t want to sink in as it was off the scale and something I couldn’t visualise. I had posted an image on Facebook before the start to boost myself and I was aware loads of messages of support were flooding into my profile, so I read a couple of these which brought with it some emotions or maybe it was just the rain on my face? I took a deep gulp and switched my phone to air plane mode to save the battery and heard a loud hooter – Shit! That must mean it’s time to go – I put my phone away and started what was a slow jog across the field, right onto the lane and that was it –  what lay ahead was a journey into the unknown.

Just remember – ‘You are the storm’ – Thanks Rich

The pace seemed quite swift, something I’d expect for a 100 mile race, which worried me, so I slowed my pace to a walk up the hill and then we turned left at the pub past the official Pennine Way finger post start sign and hit the footpath. After a slight pause at the first couple of gates we were out on to the open field, treading on uneven wet flag stones and generally settling into our own stride. There wasn’t a lot of chat going on and I think most were just lost in their own thoughts, getting into a rhythm and pace which suited them. I didn’t recognise anyone around me so just kept my head down and passed a few people who were going slower than me. It was raining and quite grim but I was comfortable in my choice of kit. I saw Hugh Wright for the first time, although I didn’t know him, but he stood out because of a banner attached to the back of his rucksack supporting the Eptopic Pregnancy Trust! I remember thinking ‘Good luck keeping that for the whole trip’ ūüôā but fair play to him, he did.

We arrived at Jacobs Ladder quite quickly and made the climb up towards Kinder Low and then Kinder Downfall, which, I was hoping would show us a nice upward waterfall as the wind was in the right direction.

Nearing the top of Kinder Low (I’m far left) – A bit grim

Kinder Downfall came and went but was a bit of a damp squib unfortunately – no up fall to see, in fact not a lot to see at all as visibility was very poor so just rain and low cloud. It was even difficult to make out any familiar faces as everyone was pretty well wrapped up with hoods up, and it was a case of just going through the motions of forward movement in the strong winds – Storm Brendan was playing with us already. So, we headed on to Mill Hill and with a slight right turn it seemed like we were going properly North for the first time towards Snake Pass. I bumped into Ben Cooley literally for the first time along this stretch which was laid to flag stones, not that you would know it, as they were submerged by about 6 inches of freezing water like a river. It was here that I realised my shoe choice could have been better, as although my feet were dry, they were becoming very cold from being in the water constantly, and whilst my socks were waterproof, my shoes weren’t, so the cold water was just surrounding my socks for hours – I was concerned! Making good speed along the flags going down hill, I had my first introduction to the unpredictable bog – we hit a little chicane of stones and I could see Ben was fiddling with his kit and had removed a glove which he dropped. I shouted and gave it him back but he must have taken his eye off the path because next thing I knew he was up to his waist in bog on one leg – I stopped to help him back up and make sure he was OK before we had a bit of a laugh and carried on. We ran together for a while as a group with Sarah Fuller too, and would bump into each other several times over the course of many miles until shortly after Hebden CP. I considered stopping at Snake Pass A57 crossing point but decided to carry on and not long after doing so I was dodging oncoming running traffic who were running The ‘Trigger’ Fell race. They had supporters on the path handing out jelly babies but not to us sadly – did they not know who we were? Not some little fell race jolly but The Spine Race!!! Haha!

So it was on to Bleaklow, with Ben, Sarah and Pete Hutchinson in tow. I found this route fairly straightforward on my recce but the path was just bog and a river by now with all the rain we’d had and I made hard work of finding the route up to the Wain Stones and Bleaklow head and had some wise Spine racer aka Sarah on my heals thankfully keeping me on track. Once we arrived at the cairn and metal pole at the head I was happy and made short work of the descent and caught up with AL and a few others heading into Grouse Butts and quite a raging junction of streams which seemed more like small rivers at this point. We all gingerly crossed safely and headed down Clough Edge towards Torside Reservoir and the safety of a mini check point staffed by Oldham MRT and a much welcome break. The first 16 miles had already taken their toll and I felt drained from the terrain, weather and picking ourselves through the bog and heather so by the time I was nearing the road I was feeling pretty beaten up although knew I had made good time. This beaming smile was walking up from the road towards me and for a moment thought he must be walking up to meet someone else (lucky them to have support) as I wasn’t expecting anyone or could picture who he was initially (probably due to the context of where I was) so just carried on and wondered why he kept smiling at me – weirdo ūüôā Then I realised it was Mark Radford and the smile that hit my face must have been plain to see and at the same time I saw Julia Mahan leaning on the gate post by the road smiling like a cheshire cat, the relief and emotion of seeing a friendly face after a bit of a battle of the first 16.5 miles was pretty amazing. I remember saying “I think I’ve bitten off a bit more than I can chew this time” but Julia gave me a massive welcome hug and said “you look just as shit as everyone else so don’t worry about it, the weather and conditions are brutal, you’ll be fine” My Lakeland family friends know me so well hahaha. So with a “you’re doing amazing, keep going” a farewell hug and shaking of Marks hands I crossed the road and was off into the comfort of the MRT shelter !

The checkpoint staff were amazing as they always tend to be but there’s something special about being helped by the helpers, the work that MRT volunteers do is just incredible and to have my own MRT waitress sorting my fluid and snack requirements out with a ‘nothing is too much trouble attitude’ really was fab. Hot coffee and biscuits and top up of water and I was good to go, timed perfectly with Sarah looking to leave at the same time. Ben and Peter looked like they were stopping for a 3 course meal so we left them to it. I usually favour Mountainfuel products when it comes to fluid and Endurance races but due to the distance involved and my ‘expedition’ mindset I chose to steer away from any specialised fueling products with the exception of Expedition dehydrated high calorie meals to keep things as simple as possible so it was plain water or hot drinks when I could get them. I also had a cuppa soup and tea and coffee sachets in my food supply which I carried with me between main check points if I needed something on the move. Crossing the reservoir it began to pelt it down with rain again so I paused briefly for Sarah to put her waterproof back on (I had opted to keep mine on to save the faff) and muttering about not liking the next bit coming up. I knew we were in for a climb but as this bit of my recce was done in the dark I couldn’t really remember it being that bad, you just keep putting one foot in front of the other and eventually it flattens out and you reach the top!!. We were heading up to Laddow Rocks which is a pretty steep climb up to 520 metres from 210m back at Torside and I seemed to leave Sarah behind a bit but she caught up with me stopping to take pictures. One thing that struck me was the steep drop off to my right which I hadn’t been aware of due to the dark on my recce, it was pretty windy that night so I’m just glad I kept upright.

On our descent from the ridge of Laddow Rocks we joined Lisa Wright who pretty much completed the crazy bunch who I would share the trail with for a while. Black Hill at 582m came and went and I got a decent bit of speed going and felt really good having put my fears from Torside behind me and was well on my way to Wessenden Head and the A635 finding myself on my own again. I began to notice runners seemed to be choosing to stay together in groups where as I was running my own race and staying in the moment, keeping momentum going when I felt good, this was something I was happy to continue and wasn’t fearful of being alone. I was shuffling along quite nicely when I saw these 2 figures ahead and I couldn’t miss the red Lakeland 100 bobble hat and orange coat and didn’t give them a second thought as I couldn’t make out who they were, I dropped into Dean Clough a stream cutting and as I climbed back up the other side looked up to see where I was going only to be met by my second surprise of the day seeing Sally ‘it’s a bit wet out there’ Howorth and Steve Foster – wow my face lit up, these two are just amazing friends of mine and I guess at this point I was starting to get a glimpse of what was to come with this race, it electrifies peoples attention for a week dot watching and following the human progress of friends or unknown people trudging their way north up the Pennine Way in varying conditions. I can’t remember what they said, I think I was just so super happy to see them and so surprised and amazed they’d made the effort to turn out without telling me. I remember Steve (he’s the roughty toughty 4 Parachute Regiment guy giving me a hug) saying how grim the weather was and how well I was doing, also glad that it wasn’t him. It was just starting to turn dark, raining slightly and was pretty gloomy with the prospects of being a wet n wild night but I remember being oblivious to it and felt toasty warm and wrapped up from the elements in my Paramo Adventure Velez smock (love this jacket) – no such thing as bad weather and this certainly rang true here as my gear set up was spot on. Thanks for making me smile and setting me up for the rest of the journey to Hebden, SAS, proud to call you my friends x

So it was onto the A635 road crossing at Wessenden Head and a brief catch up with Alistair and the SST crew and by this time it was starting to get dark. Crossed the road and started to head down to the reservoirs where I stopped to put on my head torch (I realised it would have been sensible to have done that back at the road where it was lighter!) It was then the steep climb up Blakely Clough and on to Standege, crossing by the A62 where I had bivvied on my one and only recce. I apologise for not knowing who you were but, unexpectedly, there was a small support crew in the car park by the road crossing with a gazebo so, although I didn’t stop long, it was nice to have a brief catch up, grab a few biscuits (custard creams of course) and crack on towards Stoodley Pike. After crossing the road a further 2 km on there is a path deviation, where if you take the left fork it turns into the Oldham Way, and initially I started to take this as it appeared a more obvious path, but it’s strange how your gut instinct tells you something different and after a minute or so of checking my position on the GPS and map I realised I was heading in the wrong direction! This was the first time that I appreciated GPS isn’t always great because if you switch it on at the point where you’re unsure, you need to walk a while for you to orientate yourself . Lesson to self – if you’re unsure of any part, better to have the GPS on before you get to that point so you are able to make quicker decisions and perhaps use the map too if needed. Passing the trig point at White Hill I headed down to the road crossing at the A672 and was suddenly aware of the road traffic noise of the M62 – It felt a bit too close to civilisation for me here so I was looking forward to getting it over with and putting it behind me. At the car park just before the motorway (more a rough lorry park really) I was chatting on the phone when a guy approached who gave me the impression he was something to do with the race and started talking to me. He was asking if I was ok – and felt it necessary to point out that someone who had stopped in the lay-by earlier asking what the race was all about had kindly left some custard creams (my favourite biscuit) but that they had all gone !! Err thanks ūüôā As I walked across the edge of the car park trying to pick out where the path continued, I wasn’t looking where I was going as I was still on the phone and suddenly found myself knee deep in a muddy puddle! I could also smell the awful stench of diesel and oil which wasn’t pleasant but picked myself up and carried on to the motorway crossing, and with an even greater desire to put this section behind me, I hit the trail with renewed vigour.

Next came Blackstone Edge- making sure I kept right of the rocks and with its fabulous distant views towards Littleborough and on to the Old Packhorse Road / Roman Road, here was another navigational twist I found on my recce – that it is very easy to carry on down the Roman road and forget to turn right to the White Horse pub, the stone flags lull you into thinking it’s the PW. With this in mind, I took a right turn passing the concrete culverts to the right and dropped down to the pub where another fab group of MRT were awaiting us. I felt ok, by this point, but not great and I deteriorated quite quickly in the CP, I think I was just getting cold and started shivering. After the kind offer of a warm seat in the van and a hot cup of coffee and numerous custard creams, I started to feel human again and decided it would be a good time to change my base layer and get my clothing system sorted before leaving the comfort of shelter. Thank you to the MRT for the perfect timing and location to catch me when I needed a boost. So, now it was just a case of negotiating the fairly flat terrain from the pub past White Holme and Warland reservoirs before heading up to Stoodley Pike, all in pitch black but dry conditions above although less so under foot. What had seemed to drag on my recce passed quite quickly but then I guess maybe this is down to not being able to see the Pike until I was literally upon it, so didn’t have a reference point to focus on for ages. It was quite spooky up there and the head torch glimpsing the odd sheep added to this. Passing the Pike I made fairly quick work of getting through to Lower Rough Head farm at the top of the farm road and then it was down to the A646 at Hebden Bridge. I crossed the road and realised to myself that this was now all new territory for me for the rest of the race. I’m not sure if that was a good or bad thing but god, that climb up from the road was vicious, I reached the top and got to Badger Lane and the first road crossing and was expecting to see the check point signs, but no! Undulating field after undulating field seemed to come and go and still no check point signs, I was starting to worry that I’d gone wrong and was considering going back but decided to call HQ for some reassurance. I started the call by saying ‘if what I’m about to ask isn’t allowed please hang up on me as I don’t want to be penalised for it’…. After we both stopped laughing, the voice of Jamie told me I hadn’t missed the signs and that I’d a little further to go before reaching the next road. Continuing on, it seemed I was walking through someones orchard before reaching the road but, sure enough, the CP signs appeared, and I couldn’t wait for the chute to get me into the first Check Point!

Taking a left turn, almost straight away I found myself slipping and sure enough the path was as bad as I had been warned pre race. It was as if 100’s of feet had actually trashed it before I’d got there…. oh wait….. they had! All the Challengers and 75% of the full race at trodden that path both ways ūüôā Picking my way down the steep, very muddy and slippy path, with no secret path that I could see to avoid it, I eventually made it to the very welcome site of CP1 at Hebden Bridge in West Yorkshire, in 17 hours 33….. 27 minutes faster than my plan, first tick done. The downside was that I didn’t feel good and was feeling similar to how I do sometimes on ultra events – sick !

Walking into the CP I was greeted by Nikki Knappett, who was her usual bubbly, smiley, happy self but before she could say anything, I uttered the words ‘I think I’m going to be sick’. I thought I’d get this out there early on as I know her well enough to know that the thought, sight or smell of sick would send her into a dry heaving frenzy – funnily enough I saw her very swift exit from the reception area never to be seen again, for a while. Thanks Nikki ūüôā

OMG MUD GLORIOUS MUD FROM THE CHUTE into CP1

So there I was, at my first ever Spine Check Point and I’m being sick after only 46 miles – I thought it didn’t bode well but carried on with my CP processes as efficiently as possible, in the hope that a miracle would happen and I would make it out within 4 hours, to keep to my schedule.

I discovered that Marigolds were to be my best friend on arrival, second only to the volunteers who were/are just amazing people – leggings, gaiters, muddy shoes all removed without any trouble and I was good to go – no need to worry about touching anything. All my muddy stuff lay piled on the floor and the check point angels set to marking it and putting it away to dry. I was ushered Into the small transition room where I was greeted by ‘Monty’ my drop bag. and the relief that I had put a lot of thought and effort into its modular system. I was provided with what couldn’t have been more than a 1m square area and a chair to sort myself out and sitting down, it was a great surprise to see Jo Barrett also in the room, but bless her she was suffering and didn’t seem confident that she was going to carry on. Also there were Sarah Fuller and Lisa Wright who were discussing leaving at 04:30 – fair play to them, but that wouldn’t be enough time for me so I stuck to my plan.

Well they may have taken the Micky out of my precise check point task list as I opened Monty with it there on top and to be honest I ended up not sticking to the times as it was too precise but I did stick to the process and plan of it. After all I was still chucking up at the 5 minute point when I was supposed to be drinking copious amounts of tea lol. But in essence my check point strategy was spot on and I’m sure in conjunction with my sleep strategy these 2 had a massive impact on my race and the other factors which affected the outcome.

I had organised ‘Monty’ into modular system with coloured Dry bags and had a laminated sheet of what was where. A few people opt for CP specific bags but I can’t see how you can predict what you will need for the next section when looking at conditions and your own needs at the time so I preferred the idea of dividing kit into similar items to be able to make an informed choice and know exactly where it was. On top of this I had separate clear plastic CP freezer bags labelled for the specific CP’s which had all my race bag consumables to replace or top up. This contained all my food, hot hand pads, batteries, mini first aid inc pain relief tablets etc. I found this all worked really well and wouldn’t change a thing next time – did I just say that ūüôā

I managed to grab some hot food and pud before heading for a shower and sleep. The Key is getting everything squared away, electricals on charge (a 4 gang short extension lead in your drop bag is mighty handy to help with this) and race kit replenished before trying to sleep so those worry demons don’t attack mid way through trying to sleep – did I replace my GPS batteries, is my next section food in my race bag etc etc. So I hit the sack put in my ear plugs, put on my eye mask and had a fab 2 hours sleep. I had hoped for 3 but with all the years of unsociable shifts and being a light sleeper, when I wake up that’s it, I’m either awake or asleep – there is no in between. I decided that lying there for another hour was pointless so feeling fresher. I got up, dressed had more tea, got my name down on the medics outpatient list as I had issues with a small toe and needed some attention and taping. Breakfast was in the form of scrambled egg and bacon washed down with more tea and then came the horrible job of putting dirty kit back on and getting out again. Stupidly, and because of the state of my La Sportiva Mutants, I chose to opt for my Hoka Tor waterproof boots to help with keeping the water away from my feet, and in hindsight this was a mistake. I should have stuck to the Mutants for a little longer or, at least until my feet couldn’t fit in them anymore, as this was the start of my foot issues with the Tors being too narrow. This combined with the 2 pairs of socks I was wearing – Injinji liner and Dexshell knee length waterproof socks meant my 2 little toes were too cramped. I made sure ‘Monty’ was all packed and neat ready for the next time I would see him – remembering Stephen Brown’s advice of ‘Be Kind to Your Future Self’! I knew things were not going to get any easier as I progressed through the race so my advice is don’t just throw it all back in. Have a system for everything, even things like batteries, new ones bagged and sealed, and used ones I just chucked loose in the bottom so I wouldn’t get confused!! Sarah Fuller and Lisa had left already but I was sad to see Jo still in the room and not going anywhere fast, she sadly DNF’d. Jo, you were in my thoughts my lovely friend. As I was about to leave there was another guy who had DNF’d and he kindly gave me some of his dark chocolate and wished me well – I didn’t catch his name but a lovely gesture and it went down well, so if you are reading this, thank you.

Just before 06:00 on Monday the 13th January I headed out the door to face the steep climb that retraced my steps from a few hours earlier. My thought was ‘just make a start and don’t think too deeply about it’ as I knew I would reach the top at some point and hopefully all being well, without falling over if I took my time.

Monday 13th January 2020

Hebden Hey Scout Centre to Hawes – 61 Miles !

I joined forces with Ben and Peter again at this point and after a short section of road we were back on the open moor with daylight approaching as we passed over Heptonstall Moor. Passing a couple of reservoirs and after a short climb, we found ourselves literally in the literary landscape of Bronte country and headed up to Top Withens – which is suggested to be the inspiration for Emily Brontes’ Earnshaw family house in her novel, Wuthering Heights. Reaching the Top Withens bothy, the wind was quite strong so I chose to have a breather inside, sort a few things and have a coffee from my amazing flask (brand plug – Zojirushi) which kept drinks hot for over 12 hours so saving me from having to get my stove kit out all the time. This will get another plug towards the end of my race. Before arriving at the bothy Ben and Peter had dropped behind a little so, as I was clearing my stuff ready to leave, they were just arriving and looked like they were going to stop for a while. I had the feeling I wouldn’t see them again but it was fabulous to spend the first 24 hours with these guys.

Dropping down to Stanbury Moor there were superb far reaching views. I headed on past Ponden reservoir up onto Ickornshaw Moor before reaching a route deviation which extended the road route and looped round into Cowling village in North Yorkshire. I realised this added a little to the distance but as I rounded the corner on the approach to the village, a friendly face appeared in the shape of my friend Mick Browne! Wow – another fantastic surprise that put a massive smile of my face. I had no idea he would be there which was just wonderful and added to pleasure of my journey. It’s fair to say that whilst I had an idea where I was on the PW, I had no idea where this was in relation to the UK. I was just heading North all the time until someone said I could stop. I was moving well but we were so busy chatting I missed the PW turning and ended up going all the way through the village before turning left to get back on track! It was great to see you Mick but that added even more distance to my race, thanks mate haha!

My next stop was at Lothersdale and an unofficial / official aid station had been set up outside the Hare and Hounds pub run by Craven Energy Triathlon club. What a little oasis this was! The route to the CP was horrendous and about a mile beforehand I washed my boots to get them as clean as possible. My plan was to do some foot-care at the CP, so I thought it would make it easier to get my boots off .What a waste of time that was! The fields on the approach were like a scene from the Somme and any chance of having anything other than completely mud covered sodden boots to the point you couldn’t even make out laces, was futile.

I had pre-marked all my A-Z maps (my first point of reference with GPS) so that as I was moving along I could see any significant points like shelter, water, unofficial aid stations or compass bearings for difficult sections in case the conditions were poor.

By the time I got to the pub the wind had picked up and it was raining. By comparison, the gazebo was warm and I had access to soup, potatoes and bread, which was brilliant. I wish I could remember everyone’s names but there was one guy, Gary Chapman, who treated me like royalty and couldn’t do enough for me. I think he recognised that I was flagging a bit and gave me a valuable boost and some detailed info about the next section that lay ahead. Thank you Gary – another Spine race star . I think I spent about 45 minutes maximum here but it was all I needed as a resting point during what was the longest section of the race – so thank you guys, you were just amazing. By now it was late afternoon and wouldn’t be long before darkness fell again so after a quick photo by Gary and I was off on my way to Hawes.

After a short climb up to Pinhaw Beacon, it was mostly downhill and on to Thornton-in-Craven. Fields, the Leeds & Liverpool Canal towpath and more fields take you to Gargrave. It is worth mentioning there was a footpath diversion on the way in to Gargrave which somehow I missed, so I ended up doing the PW route into Gargrave which I guess must have been tougher, otherwise why the diversion? Or was I just kidding myself. Feeling a bit down at this point, I was worried I’d be penalised for this. I hit the road and turned left. I was considering the church for a place to hopefully kip or even ninja bivvy in the graveyard but typically, the parishioners chose that night as their bell ringing practice night. Starting to think about plan B I was aware there was a Co-op store and that it was likely to still be open. I needed Gaviscon to settle my reflux issue – must’ve been all the good quality cheese and Red wine I’d been consuming (I wish !). I could see a figure walking up the road towards me, OMG- it was Andrew Hardy, my good friend! This man is incredible, always going the extra mile and thinking of others before himself and I don’t know anyone with a bad word to say about him. After big hugs, we laugh and chat and decide to pop in to the Old Swann Inn at Gargrave. I’m treated to a pint of coke, a pot of tea and some cheesy chips, not to mention a warm seat for a while, in a pub. I was covered in mud and dripping wet but they didn’t care, clearly a yearly occurrence and/or normal behaviour for Gargrave. I had time to catch up on where I was and what lay ahead, check others who were ahead of me to see if I could catch up with anyone. Andy gave me some encouraging news that the Malham check point was only 4 miles away and that Sarah Fuller wasn’t far ahead of me either… but I think he had got confused between Malham and Malham Tarn …. I forgive you, my dear friend.

Andrew Hardy my friend, you are such a superstar and like most of the journey, I had no idea where I was in the big scheme of things, but I do know you don’t live in Gargrave and put yourself out on a wet dreary night on the PW to make a wet and soggy Spiner very happy with your company.

And so, it was onward to Malham. The next section I wasn’t a fan of, as it was fields and farmland. Navigation was a bit fiddly but it was the muddy fields that will stick (literally) in my memory. As I passed through the sleepy village of Airton, I received the first of what would become nightly messages from Oliver Brearley who I nicknamed the ‘Midnight Caller’ – if anyone has seen that 1980’s TV programme – boy he made me laugh out loud !

Ok, so the jokes were horrendous but the lighthearted relief and fun we had exchanging a few messages each night really set me up for all the night sections. Thanks Oliver, another friend I owe so much to for what seemed like a small contribution but these messages raised big smiles and positive thoughts into each night – sometimes that’s all you need to make it through to daylight and another day ticked off on the journey North.

I arrived in Malham and started circling round the village looking for the check point before I realised there was no one there – a quick check of my map and it’s another 3 miles up the trail, doh. The pub in the village was closing so it was already 23:00 and I needed to get cracking to find the checkpoint. Heading up to the mouth of Malham Cove it felt quite eerie and I was just able to make out the daunting shadow and cliff of the Cove. I headed up the steps to ascend to the top and then followed the path or what I thought was the path and before I knew it I was getting disorientated. I spent what felt like about 20-30 minutes climbing walls, heading up steep sections, checking my GPS and map but nothing seemed to make sense, on top of being tired, so from an outsider looking at my tracker it was probably like watching a newly choreographed dance on Strictly. I had completely missed the limestone slabs which form the top of the cove! This was something I had been really looking forward to experiencing having watched programmes about it by Paul Rose and Julia Bradbury. I did end up back on the path going north but ahead of the slabs so I’ll have to revisit them another day.

Arriving at CP 1.5 at Malham Tarn House Field Centre, with what I was expecting would be a 30 minute maximum stop rule, I found this had been wavered. I took my time to take on basic food and plenty of hot drinks. I also got my foot seen to by medics as my little toe was beginning to get really painful now but I couldn’t change to bigger shoes until I got to Hawes. I saw Adrian Leigh for the first time since the race start, he is a friend also from the Lakeland family, but he looked like he was suffering and not sure if he was continuing although I could see the look on his face was someone who wasn’t inclined to carry on. This race is brutal and Adrian is a much more accomplished fell runner than me but in his own words he was ‘toast’ and it is a gentle reminder that the Spine takes no prisoners and isn’t fussy who it spits out. Sorry to see you DNF’d Adrian, but I look forward to seeing you finish another year. In a way this gave me an added boost knowing I was still good to carry on when others around me were falling.

I was keen to get going so didn’t hang around there too long. On leaving the Field Centre it took me a couple of minutes to orientate myself which caused me to miss a footpath turning and I had to retrace my steps back but I soon caught up with Sarah and Lisa who had slept at Malham and had left just ahead of me.

Fountains Fell was next on the list and was deceptively tough terrain not least the slog up to the top of the Fell! Having survived missing the sinkholes and mineshafts lurking near the path, the descent was something of a crazy Carry On film, falling and sliding on the mud, slimy grass and steep ground. I was following Lisa Wright and I don’t think I’ve seen someone fall over, get back up, fall over, get back up so many times in my life and not once a grumble, just a few laughs and ‘oh well’ comments. Her trousers, rucksack and jacket were all just brown with mud! I was pissing myself laughing inside but this woman is just amazing and just kept going. It was fair to say it was steep and really slippy. We made it to the road and then plodded along, for what seemed like forever, on good tracks. I was feeling exhausted, the sleep demons had caught up with me and I felt a little low but Lisa kept my spirits up and we eventually hit the climb up to Pen-Y-Ghent (Hill of Winds). It certainly lived up to its name thanks to Storm Brendan and a route diversion had been put in place so we prematurely turned left and headed down into Horton-in-Ribblesdale. Thank you so much Lisa for your impromptu entertainment and keeping me going. You little star !!

We arrived at Horton, which had a small CP run by the Cave rescue team. I contemplated the effort of taking my kit off but I knew I needed a kip so I decided it was worth it and literally collapsed in the sports hall. Looking back, I could and should have stayed in the hall area and slept on the chairs to save the hassle of taking all that stuff including my boots off- I think I would have achieved the same but wasn’t to know that at the time, I guess you get used to the lack of comforts and put up with the hardships you’re faced with which is what makes this race what it is and why we subscribe to it. I think I must have dozed for about 30 minutes and then had some coffee and lukewarm custard and cake. I knew it was morning as we had literally walked in as it was getting light. The weather wasn’t great outside but then it was January so what else would you expect so there was nothing else for it, but to don the clobber and off I headed to make my way back on to the PW with Hawes CP as my next focus point more than 24 hours after I had left Hebden.

I got the impression that the Cam High Road isn’t a favourite of peoples as it does go on a bit but I made good ground and got into a nice rhythm using my poles and as I reached the top, I passed Lisa and Sarah. The cloud was really low and we had really poor visibility and heavy rain so although I was moving well it was a pretty miserable section and my thoughts were always ahead to Hawes and the shelter, warmth and hot food I’d get once there. I reached the high point of Ten End, which was rough under foot, and then headed down the long decent to Hawes where I first clapped eyes on the Wensleydale Cheese Factory! My thoughts turned to Katie, my daughter, who not only loves cheese but is also a Wallace and Gromit fan. We have to come here again I thought! My next thought was Yay! I’ve done it! The first 2 legs were under my belt and I had covered the first 107 miles in 53 hours 9 minutes arriving at 13:09. There was a cut off of 60 hours to get to this point so I had a cushion of just under 7 hours.

I was greeted 100m from the Hawes YHA aka CP2 with ‘Welcome to Hawes’. The check point staff were so lovely and made you feel so good. I entered the small reception area and took off the muddy wet outer layers. I was organised, having wire coat hangers with my name on them as I’d heard rumours of Alan Rumbles leaving a CP with a pair of XS waterproof trousers one year and I was determined not to let that happen to me. The ladies doing kit storing were clearly impressed ! Ask yourself, how many people have the same set of poles or waterproofs or gloves as you ? I was pre-warned so got my self organised and on the way into a CP I made a point of stowing kit away, folding poles and attaching them to my bag and switching off things like my GPS so that nothing would be left separate and get lost in the transition process.

I went into the main room to be greeted by ‘Monty’ and loads of halogen heat lamps – I thought I’d walked into a cannabis plant factory at first, lol. I picked my spot and went about the business of getting my electrical devices all plugged in and refreshed my race bag, put new batteries into the other devices and performed general faffage. It was great to bump into friends… Dan Milton was just getting ready to go back out, a couple more faces I knew who had DNF’d were a further reminder of how lucky I was to still be going. A few friendly faces on the CP team like Andy Norman all made for a wonderful setting. I was handed a yummy bowl of hot cottage pie – the steam was rising still so had to leave it to cool a bit before I could eat it but when I did it hit the spot so much so I had seconds ūüôā . I grabbed my wash kit and although I didn’t realise it at the time the hot water certainly highlighted my worst fear… the sting from the heat of the water in between my thighs was shouting back at me – I had bad chaffing and hadn’t realised. Someone had mentioned Sudocrem as a must for your drop bag but I knew now that the little 25g taster pot I had with me wasn’t going to see me through to the end.

So, fresher from a shower and after another 2 hours of quality sleep, more sponge and custard and a trip to the medics, I was starting to become a regular outpatient and recognised some of them. The Hokas were too tight now and the rubbing on both little toes was starting to take its toll so some TLC and taping was required to set me up for the next section and then it was time to get my race kit back on and get a move on. Because of the issue with my feet I opted to transfer to my larger Salamon GTX boots, school boy error here as I had only got them (secondhand) last minute as footwear for when my feet started to swell but I needed the extra room. They hadn’t got as much grip as I had hoped to cope but it’s what I had so had little choice. It was dark outside and I could see from the gloom through the windows and street lights it was raining quite heavily. The time was roughly 17:30 so I was still retaining my 2 hour cushion with a bit extra at this point, which wasn’t a lot but it’s not something that I spent much time dwelling on. I’was kicked out onto the mean streets of Hawes on the Tuesday evening, the weather was damp and the sound of water under the tyres of cars as they drove past reminded me of the conditions waiting for me as I headed through the High Street and North to Hardraw and beyond knowing that Great Shunner Fell was coming!!

TBC – Next in the series – ‘The Tale Of Two Poles’

The ‘Tourists’ Apprentice

From Training plans to Race Day – Cometh the hour !

So my attention suddenly turns from training schedules and kit to the race. This has been a focus for me for a year now and seems to have taken over life somewhat. This race does get¬†under your skin like none other I’ve experienced to date…

In March 2012 I had a shock visit to an Orthopaedic surgeon who I thought was going to give me an injection for pain in my foot, instead he started rattling on about corrective surgery !! Wo wo wo not so fast sunshine I can’t, I’ve got the London marathon in 3 weeks I exclaimed. Well do the race and I’ll fix you afterwards. Phew an understanding surgeon. I ran VLM and beat my time from 8 years previous – result. So in June 2012 I came to have my surgery and was told it was successful but and this was a big BUT I really should stop running or at¬†least stick to 10k or less. I was gutted and my pals told me to go and get a second opinion. I did and saw a surgeon who was himself a runner. A realistic approach this time and was told I could sit on the couch for 10 years and still develop problems so run, enjoy and manage any pain/ issues¬†sensibly. I came out feeling I’d been freed from the burden of not being able to run.

My journey to Coniston thus had commenced having seen my good friend Darren Firth whom I first met when I did my Mountain Leaders course complete the Lakeland 50. The look on his face when he finished showed this was something special. As for the 100 this was so far out of reach for someone like me that it may have well been like trying to get to the moon. I completed the 50 in 2013 and whilst an amazing race it didn’t break me and I then started to get goose bumps at the thought of entering the 100… Surely I couldn’t, me ? nah don’t be daft fella… I entered the 50 again in 2014 with a view of improving my time and maybe just maybe I’ll think about the 100. Well this event has a habit of not being straightforward and throws surprises at you when you least expect. I’ve done the 50 before so it’ll be straightforward. Oh boy I was in for a dose of reality check.¬†It was 30+ degrees and ignore the advise of the race directors at your peril. Marc at race briefing “if you have a time plan, throw it out the window and come up with a plan B”.. I didn’t and crashed and burned at Ambleside ‘Only’ 34 miles in having spent an hour at Kentmere, let’s just say it wasn’t pretty but I was determined to continue but looking back despite the broom wagon trying to persuade me into the bus at Kentmere and carrying on my race was effectively over having only completed 27 miles, I’d poorly paced and gone too fast¬†!! Folks There’s no such thing as ‘Only’ the 50…

I had a choice to make and after a few weeks of reflection and some soul searching I hit the button for the 100 entry with a detailed plan to get me through race scrutiny. If I get a place I was not going to let my supporters down. I’m In and so the journey to Coniston began.

I had booked a B&B for the Thursday night in Coniston so that there could be no stress whatsoever for Friday 24th July 2015 – the race day literally of my life !! We had a pleasant and chilled journey North from the deepest South of England, Jenny and my 2 children Katie (9) and Adam (7) who were my support team were joining me. I thought the more things to make me finish can only be a good thing in my positive state of mind. As yet, not finishing hadn’t come into my mind and I don’t know why but I was happy to be in that place.

I was really nervous at home and couldn’t wait to hit the road but once in the Lakes and arriving in Ambleside I felt relaxed and at home. A quick tour of the Village to show the children Daddy’s route through and the checkpoint, stocked up on a few supplies and off to Coniston we go.

This is all starting to get a bit real now !!

A trip to the Bull was essential to calm the nerves and we met up with Steve & Bev whom I’d got to know well through pacing for him on the SDW100 and later joined by Russell Bromley and his family who I’d got to know well by doing the recce weekends together, he was¬†similarly paced to me (slow!!) Rather than calming me down and keeping me relaxed I actually think Lakeland fever was starting to set in. I was now in town where my 105 mile journey would begin in less than 24 hours and there was no hiding from the fact that this was going to test me to my limits and probably well beyond them having never run more than 50 miles beforehand.

Friday 24th July : Race¬†Day was here and there was no getting away from the mix of sheer excitement and anxiety but after a nice relaxed breakfast at the lovely Oaklands View guest house we headed to race HQ and the camping field. First duties were to set up camp so at least I had somewhere to crash if I finished really early ( I hadn’t even considered the DNF option and that has literally come into my head as I pitched). Once done we all headed to the hall for registration and having made the effort to come all this way I was keen for Team Churchyard to be as involved with my journey as much as possible. This went smoothly and I was chuffed to have a wrist band which reflected my reduced weight starting with an 8 not a 9 this year !!! Mission one complete, another tick in the positive box…

Team Churchyard witnessing at close hand the process of registration at Race HQ !! !!

Team Churchyard witnessing at close hand the process of registration at Race HQ !! !!

Now registration was complete it was time to finalise my drop bag – let the faff commence. I had a few mind games here and chose to put my newly issued 2015 buff in here rather than wear it from the start. My thinking was this was something for me to earn by reaching Dalemain the 59 mile half way point rather than be complacent wearing it from the start, every little thing really can help. I also didn’t wear my 2014 buff as this was a DNF in the 50, that was left safely at home.

2pm came and with only 4 hours to go until the start of the race and after 2 previous disastrous nights sleep it was time to see if I could grab an hours nap before the race briefing. Jenny took the kids to the park and I was close to falling asleep but despite ear plugs firmly inserted it wasn’t going to happen. Getting to the camping field early was great but it meant I was right next to the road and a constant flow of cars arriving hampered any attempt at sleep. S0…. with an hour or so still to go before briefing I headed back to the canteen for coffee and cake and caught up with the Lakeland legends Tony & Louise from the Sunderland Strollers and the only people in history to have got lost in Ambleside Park !! Love um ūüôā

The hall was buzzing and I was failing miserably to keep my nerves in check at this point and there was nothing I could do about it. Months of prep and packing and organisation turned into last minute panic and rushing around sorting stuff which didn’t need sorting… The atmosphere was electric.

So here we are 11 months down the road from hitting the L100 entry button we’re sat in the Hall for the compulsory race briefing and wish I’d remained standing as I could feel my Hamstring / Piriformis tightening both of which had caused me issues in training. This doesn’t feel good. The Marc and Terry show didn’t fail to deliver, the briefing is worth the entry fee alone. It finished off with a very apt quote

“If you don’t stop and look around once in a while you might miss it” from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

L100 Compulsory Briefing with me bottom right looking well nervous !

L100 compulsory briefing – a hall packed with nerves & excitment

Game face time arrives and at last my nerves have no where to go but to the start pen. Quick goodbyes to my children and a few others in passing as I enter and¬†dib in with the electronic time chip system so the Race Directors know who is out on the course and then we are treated to a live¬†rendition of Nessun Dorma which translated means ‘Non Shall Sleep’ which is very apt given a large proportion of the entrants will be covering the 105 miles over 2 consecutive nights without sleep. I knew with my race plan that I would be one of them. The 2 nights out on the course¬†part of what lay ahead of me was not daunting due to my work which is pretty disruptive and I’m used to being up all night or leaving at stupid o’clock in the mornings. I really was relishing being out in the wilderness of The Lakes in wonderful surroundings and company for up to 40 hours.

Leg 1 – Coniston to Seathwaite: Distance 7 miles Ascent 659m Descent 606m Time taken : 1hr 59 minutes

With a count down 10,9,8 etc and with all the crowds who were gathered joining in we’re off, pretty steady pace and although my plan was to be slow I was swept along with the group but was happy to soak up this awesome atmosphere and go with it. Through the village and then left at The Bull pub and onto the Walna Scar Road, almost as soon as we’d turned left it was like someone had switched off the sound system as it went quiet. There was an eerie silence with the exception of the sound of loads of feet shuffling along the tarmac, everyone just settling into a strong walk leaving Coniston behind with the odd conversation taking place. I thought about my children Katie & Adam who were due to be running the Lakeland 1, apart from a firm arrangement of seeing them at Dalemain I really didn’t know when or where I’d see them again apart from back at Coniston of course.. It turns out Adam my son was more worried about me than I was about them or even me asking Jenny if I’d be ok out in the mountains alone – bless. The task ahead did suddenly hit me with the emotions of leaving the little people behind and it was quite overwhelming so I put that thought straight out of my head. Just as we were approaching the Miners Bridge with an unexpected sight of Bev Navesey, a lovely touch and despite only traveling about half a mile was nice to have the boost of a friendly face to snap me out of my slightly sad thoughts of leaving my children behind not having a clue what lay ahead apart from the route which I knew really well.

Only 104 miles to go !!

Only 104 miles to go !!

On our route up I met with my friend Russell Bromley and not knowing it at this point but we would end up staying together from here right the way to Dalemain. I also chatted with Tim Welch, Mark Johnson and my good friend Darren Firth although he’s a bit quick and I wouldn’t see him again until after I got back to Coniston. A bit of a push up and we crested the Walna Scar road to what was a magnificent view in perfect conditions.¬†We were treated to a¬†panoramic vista north west over towards Eskdale and the Scafell Massif which was a real treat and a boost to the mind, aren’t we so lucky to be out here although we could see quite a lot of where we would be heading and boy it was miles away !! The descent the other side is steep to start with and my plan was to walk anything steep or too technical. I’ll come back to my plan later on. Hitting the tarmac approach into Seathwaite and our first Check point and I could see Laura Ruxton approaching at speed and we had a little jest moment of who was going to get into the checkpoint first. I first met Laura 3 years ago on my¬†debut Lakeland 50 event as a kit checker and have got to know here through other events she marshals, directs or takes part in. The ultra¬†community is lovely to be involved with as you really do feel part of other peoples journeys¬†on events like the Lakeland.

Quick dib in a piece of flap jack sip of coke and I was back out and on my way to Boot with a stop of less than 2 minutes Russell caught me up soon after leaving the checkpoint.

Leg 2 РSeathwaite to Boot: Distance 7 miles Ascent 385m Descent 419m   Time taken: 2hrs 05 minutes

Out of the checkpoint and through the woods towards High Wallobarrow. This is such an enchanting short section leading to a stunning little stone bridge gated at each end. Then came Grassguards Farm, the noisy dogs and onto the plantation which is very boggy. There has been a lot of work here including a new wooden bridge funded by the Lakeland event and for some reason I had a vision of a stone path all the way through РI was mistaken and still ended up with saturated bog covered stinking feet. I could also feel my shoes had slightly loosened up as a result, a big mistaken which would come back at me later not to tighten my laces at this point.

As we approached Penny Hill Farm there was a little girl out with her Father handing out jelly babies and shouting well done to us all – quite incredible that this race should attract the attention of the locals even in the middle of no where and at that time of night. So on to Doctor Bridge and along to the corn mill at Boot for CP 2. Over this section there were several runners who were very intermittent with their running¬†and¬†I felt this was definitely turning into the hare and the tortoise race with them rushing ahead then slowing and me just sticking to my plan. I did start to think that they were at risk of burning out and not finishing. Unfortunately to say I was right and a couple in that group didn’t get to see Coniston by foot. Whilst at the CP¬†I really¬†focused on me and signalled to Russell that I was off as I didn’t want to be caught up with the other group. He followed me out.

Perhaps at this point it would be worthwhile explaining my plan – In simple terms it was just to finish. I’ve heard so much about reasons for DNF in the 100 and I knew I was going into the race less fit than I’d hoped but mentally very strong. I had the attitude of feeling better to be on the start line under cooked and injury free than to have risked injury beforehand and not to have got there. Several runners pulled out before the race and this was highlighted on the Facebook page. I was happy with my prep. Adding to my positive and confident of finishing beliefs was the non physical work I had put in before race day, this included a superb blog by Andy Cole runninglate.blogspot, he had published a blog titled ‘A Tourists Guide to the Lakeland 100’ my plan was going to¬†mirror this guide.¬†With everything I’d put in, time, money, effort, fundraising, boring all my friends stupid about my journey, all my input with facebook on the 100 forum and my personal page and having my family with me for the weekend going home without ¬†the T shirt and medal was not in the equation – I wanted¬†this and¬†¬†I was going to persevere come what may without being dangerous to get it. So I knew¬†Andy’s blog sat comfortably with me and I thank him very much for writing it as this topped off my confidence in the knowledge I could actually pull this off. I love this section although to be fair the entire first half of the 100 is stunning, it¬†has so many different¬†aspects to it, low level woodland, exposed moorland and technical single track running.

Leg 3: Boot to Wasdale – Distance 5.4 miles Ascent 297m Descent 287m Time taken 1hr 40mins

Once out of Boot and now with head torches on which I had hoped to have been a little later but we were soon out onto the open fell and you could see head torches stretching out ahead over to Burnmoor Tarn. I didn’t look back and had expected to see most of the group right behind me but to my surprise I had pulled out quite a gap and was somewhat ahead. Just before descending to Brackenclose Climbing hut I caught up with a foreign couple who were going well although I hadn’t a clue where they were from or what they were chatting about. Onto the tarmac road on the approach to Wasdale ¬†then through the short grassy track I could see and hear the Sunderland Stroller Disco. What an oasis this was and it was difficult not to enter into a bit of a Dad dancing shuffle –¬†‘for christs sake man you’re supposed to be running not entering into karaoke’ !!!!¬†I stayed here a bit too long enjoying the atmosphere and I had a jam sarnie all wrapped in cling film to eat at the top of Blacksail Pass thrust into my hand by some weird guy dressed in a multi coloured one piece shell suit and as the music suddenly changed to ‘The only way is up’ by Yazoo I was off (I think this was their way of hinting to folk it was time to shift it – worked for me.. lol

Leg 4: Wasdale to Buttermere – Distance 6.9 miles Ascent 712m Descent 667m Time taken 3hrs

I love and hate this climb, I paced all the way with Russell and a guy called Tim behind me, I think it’s something to do with work but I tend to give people nick names and he was ‘little legs’ – sorry if you read this Tim ūüôā . The closer you get to the stream crossing two thirds the way up¬†the louder it sounds and is a real measure of distance. 40 minutes to the stream bang on my recce time which I thought was great but then should I be pushing this fast ? Over the top and it becomes evident my legs felt heavy from the push up so I slow down (I forgot all about my jam butty which was a bit annoying as I carried it all the way to the next CP) The ground was wet and this is a pretty technical descent especially in the dark with a short scramble thrown in. Down to Black Sail Youth Hostel at the head of the Ennerdale valley and by this time it was roughly 01.00am so quiet was in order as we passed. No such luck with a cheeky beer unlike the last time I passed on a daytime recce so push on and up the ascent to Scarth Gap. This was my first experience of feeling a little odd so it was slow down and grab some food. This is the beauty of recces and testing your nutrition beforehand as I knew exactly what to do when I feel like this. Russell and¬†Little Legs¬†along with a couple of others passed me just before the crest and I was in my own little world. Hallucinations had kicked in early, I thought as I saw this guy on the col in his sleeping bag !! Nope he was real and in my state in a straight voice I said ‘you’ve picked the wrong night for a peaceful wild camp as there’s quite a few out doing the Lakeland 100 race’ only for him to reply ‘I know I’m meant to be here, well done keep going’ I didn’t really have a response to that, laughed and carried on feeling a bit of a dick for saying it…

The descent the other side is a very rough, rocky cairned path and still feeling a bit groggy I took this really slowly and made sure I hit the gap in the wall which you need to do to pick up the path down to the Tarn. I couldn’t see Russell or¬†Little legs¬†at this point. Seeing the shimmer of light on the lake is a lovely sight for confirmation¬†I’m¬†on the right path and Buttermere CP is not far away. I was looking forward to seeing the staff I knew and hoped they had a hot dog left as I was feeling hungry, I’d forgotten about that blessed Jam sandwich x 2 in my vest pack !!!¬†¬†I started to pick up the pace again along the path by the Tarn and eventually arrive at the CP staffed by the lovely Kim Potter and Sue Dowker with a young new addition to the CP crew in the form of her baby daughter Evie. To my surprise here waiting at¬†Buttermere¬†CP was Jon & Otto and Non Davies, they looked a little deflated.¬†I had lost track of them from the start and didn’t know if they were ahead or behind me. Jon was contemplating pulling out but I offered my encouragement for him to carry on but was conscious of needing to get on myself. Hot dog – yay, the edible kind not Otto !!¬†some soup and 15 minutes later (we had been under stop watch scrutiny which if I’d known I would have asked for it to be set to 10 minutes as this which was longer than I planned but it was so nice to see the faces I was expecting. I had a thought about Laura and how she was getting on and did have a bit of a worry but selfishly barring any emergency for fellow racers this event is about your own race and soaking it all up to get you to the finish.

Leg 5 : Buttermere to Braithwaite. Distance 6.5 miles Ascent 573m Descent 613 Time taken 2hrs 37 mins

So the¬†5 of us set off, me Russell, Jon, Otto and Non. Little legs had gone before us.¬†I love the first bit through the woods up on to the fell. If ever there is a Gruffalo wood, this is it. Chatting away we all seemed in high spirits and set a good pace and the section to the top of Sail Pass literally did sail pass. As we topped out it was getting light, short work was made of the descent but to be fair this section is a bit featureless so it passed me by without much thought. As we approached the grassy bank which then leads down into Brathwaite we had created a gap between us Jon & Non and we soon caught up with Mark Johnson who was labouring and had a nasty fall earlier, he¬†wasn’t in great shape. My duties to my fellow race companion came first at this point and I made sure he was safe to continue alone before continuing on – see I do have a heart !! Me and Russ also separated slightly on approach to the CP. This race is funny in that everyone is going through different feelings¬†good and bad at different stages over the course of 105 or 50 miles¬†so it’s a bit like playing cat and mouse catching runners¬†and being caught by the same people at other stages, meeting at CP’s but then passing through and leaving them there until the next loo stop or pause to sort kit or food out. Russell’s wife Claire was a Marshall at Brathwaite so lucky boy he was greeted with a hug and a kiss. A runner followed us in shortly after and¬†I think he thought this was his lucky day with an extra special greeting for all runners but was swiftly corrected by Claire¬†!! ¬†Snogging a sweaty runner after 9 hours of running through the night and 33 miles wouldn’t be my choice but then it may depend who it was !! :))

My first proper scheduled sit down with my first proper school boy¬†error. Plan – scoff some hot food and change socks to overcome the wet feet I’d acquired from the boggy sections between Seathwaite & Boot was in my pre race plan. Result was 1 out of 2, yep hot food, check – change of socks, massive fail. This will haunt me later especially as my shoes needed tightening which I also didn’t do.

Leg 6: Braithwaite to Blencathra – Distance 8.5 miles Ascent 478m Descent 305m. Time taken – 2hrs 49mins

Road and a flat one at that, a racing snakes dream, me? hate it so¬†not my favourite section out of the CP but sticking to the Tourist plan I was always going to walk¬†along the A66¬†which wasn’t too bad and allowed my food to settle down. Russ was still with me and we were soon caught up by Non, Jon & Otto and had a pleasant walk run up to the re entrant at Glenderaterra. The weather was stunning, not too hot and the views we were treated to back towards High Seat and The Dodd’s was amazing.

On our way to Chocolate cake

On our way to Chocolate cake

We were in high spirits and looking forward to what was clearly going to be a brilliant day in the fells. All felt good but could feel some discomfort in my feet but rather than stop to sort it out my head was already looking to Dalemain to sort this out not digesting the fact this was still another 20 miles away – doh !! We reach the compulsory CP which is unmanned dibbed in and continued on leaving Otto to bleed the streams dry and re fuel. Jon really does look after that beast well and definitely puts him first. A pleasure to run with. As we ran back on ourselves on the eastern side of the re entrant we were greeted with a runner who had missed the compulsory CP and tried to help their spirits but they weren’t having any of it and even told us not to talk to them. In hindsight I bet¬†they wished they had allowed us to help them through that stage as ‘Grumpy draws’ who we nick named them wasn’t in a good place and we later learned that the person had DNF’d which was a pitty. A lesson possibly there for anyone, when you’re down and you come across 2 runners having a laugh and in high spirits bimbling along nicely try and get dragged along by them¬†as it may pull you through your negative patch rather than dismissing their efforts¬†of help. We arrive at my most looked forward to CP – Dave’s Mums chocolate cake. Yum time for breakfast !! ūüôā ¬†Note clearly displayed saying ‘only one piece each’ !! now way this cake is sooo scrumptious 1 was never going to be enough to satisfy my chocoholic taste buds. I contemplated breaking the rules (yes coppers can think like this haha) but I decided to stay on my moral high ground and stick to 1. My training plan for next year is all about getting the Blencathra earlier so I can pinch 2 pieces without feeling guilty…. you’ve been warned ūüôā Just a short stop here and we’re off leaving Non, Jon, Otto and what looked like a fair supply of DNF candidates behind never to see them again. Again another thing about this race, you just never know what’s going to happen so just keep plugging away at your own game and worry not too much about others.

Leg 7: Blencathra to Dockray – Distance 7.7 miles Ascent 417m Descent 252m Time taken 2hrs 26mins

Contrary to others I love this section (not sure I actually dislike any of the route though) and once on the railway track I get a text from Jenny saying we’re going well and it’s good to see you and Russ sticking together (obviously tracking us from the open tracking devices we had hired), use each other well. This gave me a very positive boost and yes we had been a fab partnership pacing very similarly. He also was a great guy for company and despite my plan to do it as much on my own as possible to save my race being compromised it was going really well. Maybe this was too positive though as once we came to the end of the disused railway and hit the climb up to the dreaded Coach road it became apparent I was pulling away from Russ and the heat of the day was starting to burn through. So many talk about this in a negative way but I love the undulations and the good surface which means you can get a good pace going. The views to the North looking back towards Blencathra again were stunning. I really was feeling good apart from my feet which were starting to cause me discomfort verging on pain. There’s the saying “if you start to feel good¬†during an Ultra, don’t worry you’ll get over it” by Gene Thibeault. I decided to keep pushing on whilst I felt good and Russ will probably catch me up… Felt guilty, maybe a tad but as I’ve said before you have to run you’re own race and if it fits in with others around you at the same time then great but we still had another 56+ miles ahead of us and a lot can happen in that time and distance. Dockray arrived in no time at all and it was a bit of a midge haven and loads of runners just standing around chatting drinking and eating. One long buffet this run I tell you.. Didn’t feel totally comfortable here, not sure why but there was a bit of negativity going on and in my dry witty bubbly style tried to sound positive and gee things up but was met with a few looks of resistance so rather than be poked by someone’s poles thought I’d crack on. Just as I was about to leave Russ came into the CP so I made sure he was ok and said see you in a bit I’m sure you’ll catch me up. At this point I did feel a bit awkward and alone as deep down I felt our trusty partnership was slipping away and probably had come to an end.

Leg 8: Dockray to Dalemain РDistance 10.1 miles Ascent 370m Descent 638m Time taken 3hrs 23mins. Accumulative distance to Dalemain Р59.1 miles.

Out of the CP and there’s no getting away from the fact this section is a bit of a long haul but with some beautiful bits within it as well as a horrible 3.5 mile road section towards the end but there’s your drop bag at the end of¬†that to look forward to. The highlights are definitely sweeping through the woods near Aira Force and around Gowbarrow with stunning views of Ullswater and I wasn’t disappointed. This is one of the best views of the route.¬†I caught up with a few runners along this section and was sorry to See Jon Steele in difficulties just before Swinburn Park woods but he had assistance walking up for him which was great to hear so carried on. Each time you see someone going through a bad patch or worse on the verge of a DNF it really does focus your mind, make you feel grateful you’re still going and concentrate on being positive. Through Swinburn Park where I yo yo¬†a bit with another runner it’s onto the field crossings then the road through to Dacre and eventually Dalemain. I struggled with the heat a bit along the road and my feet were far from happy. Why for the sake of 2 minutes changing my socks did I not bother back at Braithwaite ? I now reckon I’ve got at least 30 mins of foot care to do without even doing the other things like freshen up and eat etc. Muppet I said to myself out loud. I also ran out of water, was it all falling apart now? I was just glad it was Dalemain next as in my mind I needed it, needed to regroup before carrying on.¬†But the most special reason was my children hopefully being there to see Daddy. I really hadn’t given them much thought since Coniston but a teardrop came into my eye and a lump in my throat as I shuffled along the stone track into the estate. What are they dressed in, will they be pleased to see me or are they bored of waiting, where will they be, was this even a good idea them coming up to see me now in the cold light of day ?!! through the courtyard and I was met by this beautiful adorable creature running and jumping up at me as I drop my poles….

An emotional reunion with Katie & Adam after 59 miles and 20hrs 1min

An emotional reunion with Katie & Adam after 59 miles and 20hrs 1min

Credit goes to the photographer Katie aged 9.. Gather my poles and a short jog round the corner holding hands with Katie & Adam and I’m greeted by Uncle Terry. In some ways I’m glad I arrived after you 50 sprinters had gone as that CP focused on me and it was a grand feeling. I’ve got the biggest smile on my face and wave my arms like it’s the finish line. In my head I know I can do this now. The Tourist plan is bang on. I spent far too long here and think it was something like 45 minutes but given the circumstances was worth every minute. I gather myself together and start doing some maths and know I’ve not got a massive cushion to get this job done. I even had some doubts and relied on the Lovely Angela Bardon from The Endurance Store to boost my positivity even if it was all lies to get me going again. Just before I left Russ arrived in the CP and he had doubt written all over his face. I tried to add some words of wisdom and told Angela not to allow him to stay too long or DNF. Quick shake of the hand and off I shuffled with Katie & Adam to the bridge at the edge of the field before it opens out onto farmland. One more big hug from both of them and off I went. I felt like El Cid going off into the distance (that’s lost on anyone who’s not seen the film haha) I turned round for one more wave and they’re gone.

Leg 9: Dalemain to Howtown – Distance 7.1 miles Ascent 294m Descent 285m Time taken 2hrs 57mins

So as I walked through the fields it hit me, the high of seeing my children and that feeling of it being like the finish line was suddenly behind me and I was met with a massive low of missing my children and the realisation that I was now on my own, Russ would never catch me up and in my heart didn’t think he was going to finish. I owe so much to that guy, we had an amazing 50 or so miles together and couldn’t wish for a better pacer¬†but now it was down to me and knowing what my strategy was and¬†knew I wasn’t going to be surrounded by loads of runners to keep me trotting along. It was Mike v the course now. I shed a tear and said to myself come on suck it sweet cheeks we’re going to do this. Through Pooley Bridge and a surprise seeing the children again. A can of red Bull a last goodbye and I was off, I felt strong and it was just what I needed. The weather was gorgeous and was still hot but was cooling down which I know was a good thing with the dreaded Fusedale not much further ahead. I walk ran all the way into Howtown CP and now was with Steve Blythe another runner I’d got to know through the recce weekends. In and out within 5 minutes and it was on to Fusedale.

Leg 10: Howtown to Mardale – Distance 9.4 miles Ascent 765m Descent 672m Time taken 3hrs 53mins

Me and Steve were within 15m of each other all the way up but didn’t utter a word to each other. This was one of those sections which just needed doing and putting behind you, in fact we hardly spoke all the way to Mardale. I think we were both going through a rough patch together. Along the top of High Kop I started to feel sick and was slowing. I used my Who wants to be a Millionaire phone a friend life up at this point and phoned Jenny but it went to answer phone – you’re kidding me right !!!! the message I left must have got through or purely coincidence as from this moment on my best friends took up the challenge and I was inundated with¬†messages of support, even from my best¬†friends holidaying in France. For any supporters out there wondering if they can make a difference the answer is a categorical big fat yes… It turned my race around and from that moment on I never looked back never had one negative thought and kicked ass and every message just made me stronger all the way to the finish.. I love the single track along Haweswater but my thoughts were ahead at Mardale thinking about food and drink as I managed to drop my stew at Dalemain but didn’t get it replaced so I was feeling pretty hungry and I get grumpy when I’m hungry. Mardale CP and feeling a bit tired knew I shouldn’t stay long but handed my bent pole (thanks to falling over in some bog but my Pole staying upright¬†resulting in it¬†bending due to me falling onto it)¬†to a Marshall in the hope he could mend it headed for soup and bread and saw another Mate Pete who had called it a day, a big shame but no one said this race is easy¬†but another reason to move on quick in case I got any silly ideas to do something similar. I knew I had little cushion¬†in my time but the plan was still intact if I could just keep moving.¬†Fed watered and to my astonishment said Marshall handed me my pole back as I left – what a guy, it’s fixed !! big smile on my face and a massive thanks to the Spartans and its Gatescarth Gap ahead of me.

On approach to Howtown looking up to the gruelling Fusedale climb

On approach to Howtown looking up to the gruelling Fusedale climb

Leg 11: Mardale to Kentmere – Distance 6.5 miles Ascent 511m Descent 589m Time taken 2hrs 57mins

Another love it or hate it section with Gatesgarth Pass being steep out of the check point with a false summit to catch those not familiar with the route out. For me I don’t mind it as it’s over quite quickly then it’s a nice run down the other side all the way to Sadgill. Oh sorry – I’m getting mixed up with when I did the 50… this is hell on earth my feet hurt and some clever clogs has chosen to put slates on their edges at right angles to the path !! To add to this state of walking bare foot on nails its getting dark and tiredness is finally creeping in after roughly 27 hours on the move and 78 miles behind me. Why are all these ladies crouched up against the wall as I’m negotiating the crystal maze of the upturned slates I’m starting to ask not 1 but about 10 in the space of that¬†section down to the bridge. Yep hallucinations had kicked in… ‘Turn left on road, continue for 95m then over signposted stile in wall on R’ that is an extract from the road book. Well the saying ‘hitting the wall’ is very apt as this isn’t a nice little cute Lakeland dry wall, this is a V Dif climb worthy of ropes after 85 miles oh and the other side there’s a nice little quad cruncher with the drop off the last step… That said I did have a little laugh to myself about the situation – this is after all what the challenge is all about – overcoming barriers and in this case literally on your search for gold in Coniston. I entered Kentmere and it was like turning up to a party too late as well as being told the wrong theme for the party, everyone had gone home and the clearing up exercise had begun. I wasn’t stopping and I’d just run, jogged and walked 85 miles for a smoothie. I was in luck there was some left. Downed¬†the smoothie¬†and knew time was running out, bless those Scouts I was something to give them renewed purpose and were fussing over me but all I wanted to know was have I got time to complete this, Jason the Cow whisperer Sherwood knew where I was at in my head and checked the distance and time and gave me a quick time plan, checked me over made sure I had water even peeled a banana for me and I was off in less than 4 minutes. Thank you Kentmere you did what was needed and made me feel positive and motivated to crack on alone. CP’s really do have this way of making you feel special.¬†(If only I could have perfected this CP strategy at the beginning rather than the end but that’s something to take into next years race)

Leg 12: Kentmere to Ambleside – Distance 7.3 miles Ascent 491m Descent 602m Time taken 2hrs 58mins – Distance so far – 89.4 miles

Garburn Pass – steep rocky and goes on a bit but at night when you’re focused and moving along like a freight train (well a slow one) this passed so quickly, before I hit the top I passed Julie Lewis and it was nice to see her briefly having last seen her back at Boot and have no idea when she managed to get back in front of me. The other side is a joy to run / walk and before I knew it all the head torches which were behind me had disappeared and I was in to Troutbeck at roughly 2am – it was so quiet. Robin Hood Lane came and went and then it was onto the woods which I skipped through previously on the 50 but was far more ginger with my footsteps as I knew a fall on these slippy tree roots or rocks could be fatal for my race despite being a little bit against the clock. Ambleside a normal busy carnival atmosphere with pub goers cheering and clapping you through was dead, through the arch of the Slack and then down Vicarage Lane towards the CP – que massive overwhelming lump in throat¬†moment –¬†it’s 2.45am and my kids come running towards me !! Wtf… I couldn’t believe it and until they hugged me I really was wondering if it was another hallucination. What an amazing moment, they laughed as I stumbled up into the CP and fuelled up. CP staff here were amazing and looked after me and my kids for the short time I was there. All I kept saying to Jenny is ‘I can’t believe it, thank you’ apparently she had text to say she would see where I was at 2am and whether it would be feasible to come and see me depending on where I was but I didn’t check the phone unless I needed it so loads of messages went unchecked. It is perhaps apt at this point to mention Jenny being my ex and the Mum of my adorable children. I am so grateful for her putting our situation¬†to one side¬†in order to share this special Journey with my children and this was above and beyond the call of duty at 3am. I’m on my¬†own next year.

Leg 13: Ambleside to Chapel Stile – Distance 5.6 miles Ascent 234m Descent 213 Time taken 2hrs 15min

Off I go with big hugs with the kids behind me and I shuffle through the park head torch still going strong. Stone bridge at the end of the path and no trolls disappointingly and a feeling of how the hell do you get lost and miss that bridge ??

I soon catch up with a bunch of 50 runners and I end up showing them on the map where they were and making sure they ok ! I’m thinking under my breath hang on¬†isn’t it supposed to be the other way round ? Mr Grumpy is starting to kick in and¬†I catch up with an older gentleman and I wish I knew his name as I maybe¬†owe him an apology. He has a GPS he doesn’t know how to use, a road book he doesn’t trust and a 100 runner who knows the course blindfolded he doesn’t believe. “how long do you think you’ll take to Coniston?” he asks me “about 5 hours” ¬†“oh great that’s what I’m hoping to do too so I’ll tag along if you don’t mind?” NOOOOOO I can’t cope with you for another 5m let alone 5hrs. Through the gate with the shears handle as the opener¬† and I’m speeding up but he keeps pace, we hit the road section before Skelwith Bridge and his mate catches him up and he’s still arguing with him¬†as to whether this is the right way. I politely say I’m sorry but I need to do this alone if you don’t mind and luckily Jenny had stopped at Skelwith Bridge with the kids for one last greeting and good luck. I’m saved !! So if you were that gentleman and I did see you finish which I’m glad about I do apologise for being Mr Grumpy but hope you understand that I didn’t have the mental strength to drag you and me to the finish. Chapel Stile and it’s now light so the Swedish Torches and fire were a bit lost on me and really missed the sight on the approach. A planned hot meal stop and the stew hit the spot perfectly. Whilst sat for a few minutes I overheard 2 older gents on the 50 talking about the 100 runners. Male 1 says “I hear they do an extra 5 miles” male 2¬†“isn’t 100 enough for them?” That creased me up and time to move I walked off¬†up the track still chuckling to myself.

Leg 14: Chapel Stile to Tilberthwaite – Distance 6.5 miles Ascent 387m Descent 323m Time taken 2hrs 34mins

There appeared to be more runners around now and I saw several people I knew. Perhaps everyone knew time was tight by now. The most worrying site was seeing Richard Brookes walking along through the bracken section beyond Blea Tarn with his upper body seemingly at right angles to the bottom half. His back had seized and nothing I could do apart from reassure him I’d send help from Tilberthwaite. I caught up with Emily¬†who I knew from Centurion running events in the South of England and we had a brief conversation about how much time was left, I think she was concerned it was very tight.¬†I knew we had this in the bag¬†which reassured her as we approached the check point at 07.30 and had 2.5 hours to do 3.5 miles. We also got chatting to Tim Welch who I last saw on the Walna Scar road at the start 100 miles previously – so spooky. I had now been going for 37.5 hours and I felt really strong physically and mentally with the exception of my feet which were broken. It would have been nice to spend a bit of time at the CP to relish the last moments of this race¬†but now I just wanted to finish, see my children and get that bloody medal and T shirt.

Leg 15: The final push to Coniston – Distance 3.5 miles Ascent 283m Descent 385m Time taken 1hr 38mins

This is all about the finish, how many times me and Emily said “can’t believe we’ve done this” to each other as we ascended the stairway to heaven and beyond to the top. As we hit the summit at the top of Crook Beck something Marco Consani said at the recce weekend right back in November 2014 was when you get to this point pause and look across the valley to where the journey first began. Emily caught up with me at this point and I said “look at that view where we started, it’s only a few 100m away but to us that’s 104 miles away” what a surreal moment in realising what we had achieved. Now for the descent and I could have quit right there, it was incredibly painful and just wanted the pain to be over with. Eventually hitting the miners road and decided I was going to run all the way home. I went past the miners bridge and boy I suddenly had a massive smile on my face, there was Bev and Steve Navesey. I was so pleased to see them and it gave me a final spur to keep going, I didn’t want to stop and knew they’d understand. A few people started to pass me but I really didn’t care as Steve mentioned as I ran passed him – I’m a 100 miler finisher and time means nothing to me but finishing and great memories mean everything !!

I’m now running down the road to the Black Bull pub and in a way not wanting the journey and adventure to be over, I turn right and let the clapping and cheering commence. A large group of Marshalls sat outside the Yewdale Hotel I clap back to them in recognition for what¬†they’ve done, a full crowd in front of the Bull and that is some overwhelming feeling and more than made up for no one doing the same in Ambleside. It really is an emotional part of the race, so much has been put into getting to here. Over the Bridge and I bump into the legend Louise from the Sunderland Strollers looking like she hadn’t even¬†run, now it’s a short uphill section past the BP garage but I’m still going, turn left and I’m hit by this lump in my throat, I’ve only gone and bloody done it against all the odds and I can see the kids running up the path towards me, we all hold hands and run over the finish line. And who would I see welcoming me over the finish line – Andy Cole, I can’t think of anyone else so fitting and appropriate. The Tourist plan had been pulled off with complete precision and I was only 15 minutes over my anticipated and planned time which over 39+ hours and 105 miles is something I’m pretty chuffed with.¬†No amount of words will get across what all of that meant.

One of the proudest moments of my life, crossing the finish line with Katie & Adam x

One of the proudest moments of my life, crossing the finish line with Katie & Adam x

In to the Hall to the usual Lakeland Legends welcome and my job is done

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Team Churchyard with their Lakeland Bling

Team Churchyard with their Lakeland Bling

This is a long blog and I don’t apologise as this is my record of the most amazing experience and one I’m not sure¬†I’ll ever be able to repeat. Special Thanks go to so many but particularly Marc, Terry and the Lakeland team for creating it, to all the marshalls who make this event happen and add that special Je ne sais quoi which makes this event what it is. To John Kynaston and Dave Troman for giving me hours of entertainment watching the youtube clips over and over again of the route and to Andy Cole for giving me the belief I could do¬†this race¬†in the time and manner¬†I planned. To all the friends old and new who have put up with my Facebook humour and been there along the journey with me¬†to Coniston¬†but and it’s a mahoosive but¬†to my gorgeous children Katie and Adam, you believed in Daddy and you added something amazing to this race which I will never forget, Love you to the moon and back and thank you for being the most¬†amazing support crew anyone could want and to your mummy for bringing you xxx

¬†That’s All Folks – see you in the Lakes soon and good luck with your own Journey’s¬†!

Mike

South Downs Way 100 – The Pacers perspective

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It’s 10pm Saturday evening 13th June and I’m stood near Devils Dyke Sussex on the South Downs Way and I’m cold and tired having driven from work and I’m about to pace for Steve Navesey who is running the South Downs Way 100 organised by Centurion Running. What am I doing here I briefly thought to myself ?!

I first got to know Steve through the Lakeland 50/100 Facebook group with his interesting mutterings about the event and in particular the Lakeland 100 which I‚Äôm competing in this year. I quickly got to know him well through the¬†cyber world and realised we didn‚Äôt live too far from each other so agreed to meet up early in 2015 for some training runs ‚Äď this never happened, best laid plans etc¬†! Steve then posted a request for anyone to be a pacer for him on the Centurion Running page for the SDW100 ‚Äď I jumped at the‚Ķ

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South Downs Way 100 – The Pacers perspective

It’s 10pm Saturday evening 13th June and I’m stood near Devils Dyke Sussex on the South Downs Way and I’m cold and tired having driven from work and¬†I’m about to¬†pace for Steve Navesey who is running the South Downs Way 100 organised by Centurion¬†Running.¬†What am I doing here I briefly thought to myself¬†?!

I first got to know Steve through the Lakeland 50/100 Facebook group with his interesting mutterings about the event and in particular the Lakeland 100 which I’m competing in this year. I quickly got to know him well through the¬†cyber world and realised we didn’t live too far from each other so agreed to meet up early in 2015 for some training runs – this never happened, best laid plans etc¬†! Steve then posted a request for anyone to be a pacer for him on the Centurion Running page for the SDW100 – I jumped at the chance as it fitted well with my training schedule and would likely involve some night running, perfect I thought. That was until I realised it fell on what is a scheduled working weekend for me but I didn’t worry Steve too much with the details as I didn’t want him to get stressed over it. Never being¬†one to let anyone down, I was in and just had to hope it worked out. We ran together for the first time on a section of the Lakeland 50/100 course from Ambleside to Coniston¬†at the end of May only 2 weeks before his race. We were both on an organised recce weekend run by the Lakeland team. Steve would be doing the fun run and me the 100¬†and luckily we clicked in both pace and humour – this would be crucial I thought¬†to be¬†a pacer running with someone at the tail end of a 100 mile race !! So Monday 8th June arrives and my work schedule¬†is published, phew not bad and it was perfect to assist Steve but I knew I was in for a tough weekend leaving home around 9am Saturday and not getting back until 8pm then needing to be on the road again at 9am Sunday Morning. Great mental training with the experience of running through the night but not one to discuss with my boss !! Roll on Sunday night¬†was my only¬†thought and I’ll just tough out the bit before.

Steve was using a tracking device from Open Tracking for the SDW100 which would prove invaluable to the success of our plan later in the day. I first woke just before 6am on Race Day¬†and could see he was ready and waiting for the start Gun at Winchester and then they were off.¬†Dot¬†watching if you’ve not done it before is an incredibly addictive past time but for me this was more personal, I’m joining that dot later ! So up and off to work, by the time I get there and check on Steve’s location I quickly realise he’s going really well – shit at this pace I’ll miss our meet up point which was scheduled for Ditchling Beacon ruining all our plans before I’ve even started. Rules governing the race mean you can only join at certain places and only after the half way point, the latter was never in the equation but if I couldn’t get to Steve by Ditchling my effectiveness to his success would diminish significantly, I can’t let him down. The time I should have left work came and went and I was really starting to worry I’d miss our meet up point, 30 minutes later I’m on the road and praying for clear roads.

In through the door from work, It’s now 8.15pm, Steve’s at St Botolphs CP, this is going to be tight, quick shower – why ? I don’t know but I did and felt better for it,¬†change into to my running gear, bowl of pasta down me and¬†grab my running sack and out the door at 8.45pm. At this point I just hoped I’d packed my sack properly and had everything I needed but satisfied myself that the Centurion Guardian Angels will look after me as well as Steve so fear not – I’m off and on my way to meet Bev, Steve’s lovely wife¬†who was¬†his support crew for the day (now that would be an interesting blog to read haha)… The plan was for me was to drive to Alfriston get collected by Bev and then meet up with Steve at Ditchling. It was all going like clock work, collected by Bev who proceeded to describe in detail¬†how Steve had now fallen outside his ‘A’ plan of sub 24hours and was really struggling and digging deep. This was the first of many times throughout the night I’d hear the story of no sleep and that frustration being taken out on a Premier Inn chair which travelled at speed across their room at 4am¬†in the¬†morning and the heat in the room similar to an MDS race not the South Downs! So what I thought was going to be a tough weekend just got mentally tougher, I now had Grumpy Draws (my own made up nick name for Steve – that’s another story) to deal with for the best parts of the night !! I refer you to my earlier comment ‘what am I doing here’? With this info me and Bev had a conversation checked the tracker and he was already at Truleigh Hill, could we make it to Devils Dyke to get Steve some company and back on track. Picture the scene – we’re travelling West along the A27 (obviously within the speed limits !)¬†he’s travelling East along the South Downs Way. Can we do it, could we get there before he did otherwise we’d have to wait until Ditchling for me to join him, we’ve nothing to lose I told Bev, so that’s it we’re on our way. We turn off the A27 as we head up to the Dyke and I reckon Steve has less than a mile to go according to the tracker. I kid you not we park I get out of ¬†the car put my race sack on and stand at the cross over point when what I can only describe as a¬†scene out of Saving Private Ryan,¬†It’s dark and slightly misty¬†when this silhouette figure appeared out of the¬†darkness looking like he’d been in a hell of a battle. As a copper I’ve seen some sights in my career and this standing shuffling figure who came out of the gloom¬†had the face of some of the dead ones I’ve come across. Right so now I’ve got to pace for Mr Grumpy Draws who resembles death – boy I’m in for a fun night whilst my mates are in town at a party… and to make matters worse I’m cold and worried I’ve not got enough clothing for a slow death march, I was dressed for 10 minute miles !!!

The look on Steve’s face and a hand shake turned my night around, this bloke was battling and no words needed saying we were a team from that very moment and I never had any other thoughts of why I was there from that moment on. (In my head I thought, shit we need some luck to carry this one home but don’t worry mate I’m here now, we’re going back onto the battlefield and we’re going to nail it, trust me I’m here for you and you’re not ducking out) that all¬†felt a bit wet so I just said ‘you’re looking good how’s your feet’ ? (a lying copper – oops sorry¬†!! hehe)

So that’s how I came to be stood cold & tired on Devil’s Dyke. First leg was a nice gentle downhill but the flints sticking out from the path were probably more like upright shards of glass digging into your feet for someone who had already covered 60 miles. Steve was to trip over these shards and flints many times during the course of the night instantly followed by a severe case of Tourettes which only added to my amusement. Sorry Steve !!! We caught up with a group of¬†3 ladies and also passed a couple of guys and made short work of¬†my first section to Clayton and mostly chatted about how his day had gone – did I mention he hadn’t had much sleep ? yep well so did he, many times but right or wrong I couldn’t stop laughing about it. Steve was tired¬†on the approach to Clayton and was close to falling asleep whilst upright so we decided to dib into Clayton and for him to grab a 5 minute nap which should be enough to dig him out of that situation.¬†This was a buzzing CP with light sticks illuminating the approach and a Christmas tree¬†not to mention a lit up volunteer or had hallucinations kicked in for me after just a few miles?¬†¬†The CP staff were brilliant but it was very cold with a biting wind¬†so this plan wasn’t going to work as despite me having warmed up I hadn’t done 65 miles at this point which would have made it worse. The options were¬†get Steve to move to a chair in the shelter or crack on. Well getting up from 1 chair was bad enough but to do it twice wasn’t going to happen so¬†Let’s go and have a rethink on sleep and perhaps sort it at Housedean near Lewes, another 7.5 miles up the trail.

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Steve at Clayton CP

A lot of this section was spent with me pacing just ahead and Steve hanging on to my¬† heels. A bit of Green Cross Code help was needed to get him across the road at the top of Ditchling Beacon and then onto my favourite section of the South Downs, grassy track under foot and nicely undulating. We made great progress along here and passed a few more runners. I wasn’t being competitive but in my head I was starting to think right let’s just keep the pace nice and steady and if we pass people great but we’re not letting anyone pass us now with the exception at a CP because the time we stop is because we need to so don’t worry about what others are doing. Steve’s ‘A’ plan had now changed to finishing not sub 24 hours so let’s not mess that up.

We’re now at Housedean CP a major milestone in my view after a really strong section and I was fully immersed in the event now and keeping things positively buoyant by having some mini goals, most I shared with Steve but my competitive one I kept to myself until I was to leave him later on.¬†Grumpy Draws kept on changing his mind about what he wanted to do so he was unceremoniously placed in a chair and told to have 5 mins downtime, I really enjoyed the CP’s, Centurion put on a great buffet and the staff are just amazing and so positive so a quick bit of banter with them, a few cheeky bits of cake for me¬†and sorting Steve’s water bottle and food out and that’s it – your time is up and we’re off again.¬†There were some really sorry souls hanging on to the race with their finger tips by the look¬†of it¬†lurking at this CP so it really wasn’t a great place to hang around for too long. The dreaded climb up Kingston Hill which haunted me as a Scout many years ago when I used to race a competition called the Downsman was next and this had been a topic of conversation for the last 2 sections. It’s a bit of a drag but not too steep. We absolutely nailed it and Steve was in a purple patch, we passed 3 more people on the climb up¬†alone. Tactful as ever I did remind him of the Ultra quote – ‘if you start to feel good in an Ultra don’t worry it won’t last long’ maybe not the best thing to say but my point was more let’s make the most of this. We were running well and the Yellow brick Road (a drag of a concrete road to Mill lane Rodmell) came and went, another drag which wasn’t a drag. The boys on fire and more people we¬†passed. I was loving the race and really felt positive about everything and my competitive plan was going well.

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Steve reaching the top of Southese Hill with the radio masts ahead on our way to Firle Beacon

The original plan meant that I estimated I should be done around 3am, perfect, a few hours kip and back to work which is nothing I’m not used to….. We’re now at Southese CP and it’s 4.30am !! oh well. The conversation flowed and all my worries about the night hadn’t come true, in fact I was having a cracking time and loving the event. In and out of the CP within 2 minutes, quick water bottle fill another ham wrap for Sir and cake for me and we’re off. It was now light so we ditched the head torches and with the sun threatening to pop out our waterproofs too which was refreshing. Next stop Southese Hill on the way to Firle which had been another topic of conversation for a while but we settled back into me taking the lead and Steve hanging on to my heels and we nailed it again. Another hill I dreaded as a Scout although back in those days the zig zag path didn’t exist and it was straight up from the road !! Up at the radio masts and my journey was coming to an end, I was tired at this point but at no point felt I had any justification¬†in complaining, I was with¬†someone who had completed 85 miles so my gripes were pathetic.¬†I love the early mornings and the birdsong and just being up there on the Downs at that time of day was magnificent, it was just a beautiful place to be and so peaceful¬†– I won’t repeat what Steve thought about them but if he had an automatic weapon at that point I think there would have been a few less birds and a lot less song…

Coming along to Bo Peep we passed another runner who was clearly struggling, for some reason we always ask ‘are you alright, how’s it going? like we do at Doctors surgeries, what do you think muppet ? I’m at a Doctors because I wanted to tell them how great I’m feeling !! Well I suppose in this world it’s a gesture, an acknowledgment of what they are going through and a silent pat on the shoulder¬†of support. We then caught up with a lady and Steve was chatting to her too much and slowing so I didn’t announce my intentions but we were off, we’ve got a race to finish mate and I’ve got to get back to go to work.¬†She tagged on too which was great, it must get really lonely on your own so a welcome boost with company is enough to spur you in to running again so now I’m pacing for 2. Join in guys the more the merrier this is awesome, I’ve been awake for over 24 hours and I feel ok. I started reflecting on my own race coming up in July and was picturing where I would be at this time on the Lakeland course¬†and hoped I felt this good but doubt in reality that I would.

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Great views from Bo Peep approximately 05.30am

We arrive at Alfriston, my final destination.¬†The staff were amazing and made up a large ham wrap especially for Steve on request who was more like himself at this point and did look good and not the deathly image I had been greeted with when I started. Espresso coffee¬†chewy sweet balls, I was in heaven and could have scoffed the lot but knew I’d¬†be in trouble with Nici Griffin one of the Centurion organisers and a friend. Whilst pace runners are catered for as well as the runners, nabbing all the food really isn’t on so I disciplined myself to 2. Next year I plan to do this race so don’t worry, I’ll be back for more than 2, they better be there as¬†I’m running 91 miles to get them¬†!!¬†I knew¬†Steve would finish comfortably without me now albeit probably a little slower¬†but¬†just a few minutes here to make sure he was sorted and I cleared him from the CP and sent him on his way. I was actually sad to leave him and gutted I couldn’t finish the job¬†and watch him cross the finish line, we had become a great team over the¬†course of 8.5 hours.¬†We shook hands and again with that no need for words look off he trotted.¬†Go and finish it off and get that medal, it was at this point I told him of my competitive plan and whatever he did he was not to let anyone pass him to the finish, 8 miles to go and hopefully this was enough to keep him focused. My work was done, I’d covered 26.1 miles and needed to get back shower and go¬†to work. Steve had amazingly made up 24 places over this distance.

This was my first experience of being a pacer and I was really worried beforehand about whether I would be able to deliver what Steve needed and wanted, too fast, too slow etc but I went into this with the right attitude which I think is important if you ever contemplate doing it. This is not your race, you have to be totally selfless and tolerant. You can’t start having negative thoughts or being grumpy yourself because your runner is going too slow or keeps changing his mind or swears at you, it’s what you’re there for. When you run yourself you are in control of everything you chose to say or do but being a pacer is a really tough balancing act I found between being positive, empathetic but strong enough to get them through the dark times by pushing that little bit more. Setting little mini goals was a great way to get you and your runner to focus on the Now not the whole job ahead and this is something I will be using in my attempt to complete the Lakeland 100 starting on July 24th…

I had one of the most satisfying runs ever, I’d covered marathon distance over night but this wasn’t for or about¬†me, it was for my mate Grumpy and only on the second time¬†we’d met.¬†We will now be friends for life I’m sure. If ever you have the opportunity to Pace, do it and you’ll never regret it. Steve Thank you and well done on your personal challenge and magnificent achievement… Sorry I can’t pace for you next year as I’ll be running it myself to get more of those¬†Espresso balls..

See you on the Trails, have fun

Mike