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2,014 in 2014…….?

Well in simple terms it means 6 a day, 39 per week or the equivalent of 168 per month. That’s miles, 2,014 miles to be run throughout 2014!!!

To put into context 2,014 miles equals either more than 600 park runs, 75+ marathons, 150+ half marathons or 40 Lakeland 50 Ultras!!!

The beginning of my year has been dealt a rather large blow given I can no longer compete at the Montane Spine Challenger 108 mile challenge due to work commitments.

I have various events already lined up or penciled in the calendar which include the Great Lakes 3 Day Event, Woldsman, the Fellsman perhaps and of course the Montane Lakeland 50 in July as my ‘A’ race of the year followed by The Grand Tour of Skiddaw closing the year out as this year with The Tour De Helvellyn!!

I’m signed up to #Jantastic so can track early progress there and will also be posting on my Garmin Connect account!

There are some simple rules to follow and all need to be recorded so Garmin chargers at the ready. Otherwise they are as follows:

  • Putting on my running gear on and running first thing on a Saturday morning for one mile or more = a run
  • Running to catch a bus on my way home = not a run
  • Running to and from work, separated by a day in the office = two runs
  • Running to the cafe, enjoying a brew for 10 minutes, running home = one run
  • And of course, only runs allowed so no cycling, swimming, hikes or strolls into town!

So with all that in mind and some large events lined up you’d think running 3 half marathons a week quite easy, well lets find out shall we!

Andy

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Shoulda…..

The Lakeland 50, a momentous event of 2013 for me.

I’d done more fitness training through running with Harrogate Harriers AC in routinely doing interval training sessions, I’ve done Park Runs throughout the year knocking out 5  PB’s and slowly moving myself up the finishers table. My 10k PB has dropped by 5 mins so things were looking good.

Even better was on the recces this year id knocked a near 2hrs off of my Pooley Bridge – Ambleside time and also ran my fastest Ambleside – Consiton leg with miles in my legs from the day before. So all in all things were looking REALLY good!

My weight was also the lightest its been all year and the lightest of my previous 2 Lakeland 50 finishes! All in all i was in pretty good shape.

2011 had been my first Lakeland 50 attempt, my 1st Ultra proper, breaking 20 hours was the target. 19hr 20 mins was my time, I was ecstatic and immediately wanted to return in 2012 and significantly beat my time.

I did, by 3hrs 40 mins, clocking a time of 15hrs 40 mins. Job done and the gauntlet had been thrown for 2013.

So, 2013 was all about getting a faster time as i’ve done it before, got the t-shirts n all that, right?

Er no, WRONG!

Woulda…..

Wow, 27th July 2013 was hot hot hot!!! In the 2011 the event was also blessed with great sunshine and i coped quite well. 2012 was wet, and id coped quite well. 2013, it started hot and was to end very very wet!

I started quick thru the Dalemain Estate and made good progress via Pooley Bridge and once again the amazing support of Sarah, Isabelle, Rach, Phil, Chris, James & of course Oscar (the dog) It was then on to Howtown and  beyond to the climb of Fusedale. 1st attempt up here in 2011 was tough, 2012 was a breeze by comparison hastily leading a trail of competitors over the top, however 2013 was one of THE hardest ascents of Fuesdale I’ve ever had!

I’d had to stop on too numerous occasions to mention, swapping places time and time again with fellow runners who were suffering like i was. This wasn’t an enjoyable ascent and in reaching the top, the cool breeze and able to move more easily it was here things were to pick up.

My speed picked up across High Kop and on down to Haweswater. Progress along to Mardale Head was swifter than ever and the CP appeared sooner than expected. Id taken on lots of liquid and was making sure i was fueled up on electrolytes and of course the Pork Pies and Peperamis!

I was in and out at Mardale, same as at Howtown and my regime at CP’s was to be as quick as possible. Onwards to Gatesgarth my progress was good though i started to feel cramp on the inside of my knees. This is new to me and ive never experienced this or cramp of any kind so this was new territory for me.

With every step the cramp was worsening, only up hill, which was a bit of an issue half way up Gatesgarth. No option here tho, crack on. Descending into Sadgil was a tad easier but on the steeper descents the cramp wasnt letting up.

In the valley things eased up but this was soon to be put to the test an the ascent up, over and on to Kentmere. The rain had started here, heavy too but stopped as soon as it started, the started again. After this went on for a while i left my jacket off as it was still very warm.

On the short road section before two high wall crossing the pain was the worse it had been, could i carry this over Garburn let alone Tilberthwaite!!!

I made the Kentmere CP but i wasn’t really with it. I headed for the legendary smoothies to be greeted by the words “hi Andy, how you doing?” “I feel like shit, who are you” was my considered reply. It was Jo, amazing Marketing Officer from Montane, apologies Jo!!!

Montane have been a great support to Ultramadness and continue to be so and it was the first time id met Jo, plus i was a tad wobbly, massively lacking in magnesium and potassium as i simply wasn’t getting enough electrolytes in! I needed a bit of direction filling my water bottles!!

I shoved three smoothies down my neck, 4 cokes and a fist full of biscuits and jelly babies. I stuck my head in and thanked Jo and Paul Cosgrove who were now working hard in the kitchen and headed out onward to Ambleside.

Immediately on the lane to Garburn the cramps returned and it was a slow painful slog up to the top. The descent to Troutbeck eased a little and it was around here i was thinking this is getting worse and i cant make it like this. I knew the weather was coming in as from Garburn you can see the Langdales and across to the Consiton range.

Once on the lane thru Troutbeck the cramps eased again and i thought maybe some of the nutrients from the smoothies may have been kicking in.  This buoyed me somewhat as id text ahead to Sarah and co to let them know i was struggling and felt like i was behind on time.

As it turned out i was around 17 mins down on my previous years time which equated to only around a mile. As the 2012 event had two miles missed off at the start loop at Dalemain this actually put me ahead!!! Sadly I didn’t have the nouse about me to appreciate this tho!

Comparison timings 2011, 12 & 13

Comparison timings 2011, 12 & 13

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So feeling good coming out of Troutbeck, making reasonable pace i made it onto Robin Lane. Immediately tho the pain came back, this broke me and the realisation that id really struggle to tackle the Langadale valley and Tilberthwaite just filled me with dread. Id simply be putting myself into no mans land.

I’d also started getting cold here. I was in a t shirt and had my waterproof and mandatory base layers, gloves and hat etc. What I didn’t have was another top to put on and as base layers are only to be used in an emergency i couldn’t use this.

Coming down the lane and entering Skelghyll Woods each stride was excruciating, especially down the rocks and in the fading light. I’d made my mind up, my 2013 Lakeland 50 event was over!

I descended and appeared on the Road into Ambleside. Once on the flat again i was much better and managed a run into the town where the reception was amazing. People were huddled in doorways cheering and clapping you through. Those whod had a tad more to drink didnt care and were stood in the rain.

I turned thru the arch and down to Church lane where Sarah was waiting with Isabelle outside Zefirellies. I ran straight into her arms and burst into tears!!

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Coulda….

I made it into Ambleside CP, just, given the steps and my legs! I immediately presented my dibber to be removed! Fair play to the marshal he wouldn’t take it, said grab some food and a drink and take 5. Reluctantly i made my way into the CP, grabbed some coke and a bit to eat but almost immediately turned round a re presented my dibber. “sure?” he said, “yup” i replied and he cut it off! That was it, done, OVER!!

I was so relieved as now i knew i didn’t have to climb out of Ambleside and Langdale valley nor Tilberthwaite steps were waiting for me. The issue of only pulling out further along the valley at Chapel Style or worse Tilberthwaite and sitting around waiting for the broom wagon to collect me. It was almost certain to have happened and it made perfect sense to pull here.

I also knew i wasn’t prepared for the weather with my kit. Had i worn my spare base layer id have felt i was cheating not to mention putting myself in significant danger out on the fells. Had i used the kit and been kit check id have been DQ’d!!!

Had i used my kit and taken a tumble in the middle of nowhere and had no spare warm, dry kit to put on whilst i waited for help then id have been in serious trouble or worse. I made a sound on the hill decision not to put myself at anymore risk than i needed to.

I know many will read this who used their spare base layers and put themselves at risk, in my mind that was a foolish decision that came good.

Bad planning on my part for sure but i wasn’t about to start bending the rules for a finish at all costs.

Fellow Ultramadder Chris appeared as i loitered at the CP and looked in great shape with Liz. They went onto complete the 50 and hats off to them as the weather took a horrendous turn. Chris was outside his 2012 time i had completed with him but a finish in those conditions was remarkable for them both.

Its taken me a while to come to terms with my DNF at an event i’ve completed twice before especially when i had such high expectations for this year.

I felt id failed, cracked to early and could have carried on. Ive since decided i made a seriously good sensible decision and didn’t take a risk i hadn’t needed to.

Shoulda? – Yes i should have but nothings given in the world of Ultras!!!

Woulda? – I might have had i been better prepared and had the right kit. Rules is rules, id have cheated myself!

Coulda? – Of course i could, but i didnt, nor did i have to, plus it make me hungrier for 2014!!!

The Lakalend is an event that continues to grow, as does my experience of running Ultras. I’ve learnt from my 2013 DNF and will use that knowledge to return and be able to tackle it again, and again, and again i suspect! I knew what the risks were, i didnt need these to be confirmed!

The Lakeland event is turning into a bit of an institution, an annual gathering of friends and fellow competitors. Some we see regularly, others less so yet we all migrate to Consiton on the last weekend on July and push ourselves as far as we see fit in the pursuit of beating a time or gremlin from previous years.

Excellently run, supported wonderfully at the CP’s, road side and by runners families and friends.

2013 taught me something. It certainly taught me to revise my kit but i can also be strong enough to know when i’m beat or putting myself in a place i dont need to be and risking too much.

My family don’t need me to be taking that risk either!

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Back in 2014, no chance, well mebbe, YOU BETCHA!!!!!

See you on the 25th!!!

And THE Biggest Loser is…………..

Well, I can now reveal that the weight is finally over.

The winner of the Ultramadness Wahey-In is ……………………. ME, Andy, with a loss of 8.85% of total starting body weight since our journey began in January.

You, the public, have spoken and 63% of you said the Lakeland 50 weigh in scales should be used for the final weigh in.

So with the poll closed the final standings look like this:

  1. Andy = 8.85%
  2. Chris = 8.33%
  3. Wayne = 3.31%
  4. Glyn = 1.79%

At one point Chris had what looked like an unassailable lead of over 4% but like Ultra Running weight loss is a pacing game. Wayne managed to sneak in with a leap over Glyn at the end who takes the wooden spoon!

So now, we need a new challenge as we’ve a lot of races lined up. Glyn and I are competing in the Grand Tour of Skiddaw  the 44 mile circular on August Bank Holiday weekend. Chris has the enormous challenge that is The Ring O Fire, the 131 mile Ultra to compete in which is being held at the end of August. This is then followed by the team competing at the 100km Ultimate Trails Ultra Marathon only a few weeks later mid September.

Its then only 3 months until the Spine Challenge so we’ve a lot of work to do, especially following the rest of our performances last weekend!

So if you’ve any ideas for a suitable challenge for the team to keep us motivated and pit ourselves against one another please let us know!

Thanks for your interest so far and be sure to stay tuned for news, views and the odd muse over the next few weeks!

Well, the Ultramadness weigh in has reached its finale, or has it???

The rules stated that we were to use the Lakeland 50 official weigh in as THE last weigh in of the competition and not the home scales we’d been using since the beginning of our challenge.

Now this gave us a bit of a situation as our home scales are calibrated differently, on carpet, less clothes than at the 50 weigh in etc etc so may not replicate the ‘home’ weight we’ve been recording against.

Home Scales Weigh In:

????? 10.53%
????? 9.13%
Glyn 2.00%
Wayne 1.86%

Lakeland 50 Weigh-In

????? 8.85%
????? 8.33%
Glyn 2.00%
Wayne 1.86%

So what to do, well you decide!!!

Well as luck would have it we have our first Ultramadness Family Funday (UMFFD) on the 1st August where we’re paying back some of the sacrifices our families make  to allow us to not only take part in these amazing events but also the training, kit, the kit, the other kit, that other kit and of course THE essential kit that’s just been released etc etc. Its a small token of our appreciation to them all.

So myself, Sarah and Isabelle along with Chris, Karen, Dan and Lauren plus Glyn, Kerry, Will and Ben and of course Wayne, Liz, Ally, Archie, Reece and Eleanor will meet on the shores of Consiton at an undisclosed location (for security) for a good family day out where no mention of running is allowed, well by the boys anyway.

Oh yeah, plus Dibble, Molly, Jake and Joss the dogs!!!

So how do you decide? Well here is a very simple poll, you choose which weigh in we use as to who wins the competition. We’ll take the votes at 10pm on Wednesday 31st July and reveal the winner then!

You’ll see that it was a 2 horse race at the sharp end but we’ve omitted the names of who was in which position. All you have to do is simply choose if we continue to use our home weigh in or the Lakeland 50 weigh in as per the rules.

Use the poll below:

(please excuse the unprofessional poll but its a free one)

It’ll only take a second and if you can share amongst as many of your friends as possible to give a tru representation of the nation that would be much appreciated.

Remember, its your voice, your votes count!

Hold up, weight a minute……..

Well, who would of thought its be this close at both ends of the table after such a storming start.

We’ve all weighed in today bar Chris who’s working away in that there McScotland and their lbs are different up there so it’d be unfair for him to have a disadvantage!

Its ridiculously close and the standings look like this:

Chris 9.09%
Andy 8.65%
Glyn 2.00%
Wayne 1.86%

This actually equates to me being only 1lb behind Chris in overall weight loss and I could nip it if his carb loading for this weekends Lakeland 50 event goes well.  : )

Wayne and Glyn are virtually neck and neck so this could go either way.

The weigh in is Friday evening at the registration and kit check and network dependant we’ll be sure to share who is the biggest loser!!!

Ultimate Direction or Ultimate Perfection……

Ultimate Direction PB (Peter Bawkin) Adventure Vest 12ltr

I was in two minds on getting this pack, I’d seen it on racing snakes and I AM NOT a racing snake. Traditionally I’ve been a mid packer but across the boards from club runs to Ultras I’m steadily making my way up the field.

So the pack arrived from www.outdoorwarehouse.co.uk and weighed a mere 500g with the two supplied bottles. Today I packed mine with my full waterproof kit, spare base layer, L50 maps & road book, hat, gloves, 1st aid kit, food, 1500ml of water, trekking poles and two head torches and my Leatherman Style CS multi tool.

This lot came in a 4120 grams.
Ultimate Direction PB Vest - Fully Loaded

Ultimate Direction PB Vest – Fully Loaded

The pack has two chest straps, one lower than the other and as you add kit in this makes these tighter. I’m not built in the way these straps are meant to be worn but whilst running I played around with them and there seemed little difference irrespective to how I wore them. They slide up and down to micro adjust as to how you want it to fit but I felt little bounce with two or just one done up.

The bottles on the chest are great for easy access, the water sloshes around a bit but I’m used to this from the iGammy on my OMM packs. This also makes re filling on the go so much easier and administration of things like elete or High5 tablets. I tend to carry one water bottle & one laced with electrolyte!

I didn’t experience it as I wasn’t out long enough but you may want to watch the weight distribution as you drink your water. I took from the right all the time which put all the weight on the left. Might be an issue but that’d be the same with all systems of this type.

There are also many other front pockets as well as the bottle pouches that make grabbing food easy on the go. Additionally there are a number of little pockets for my electrolytes, cash and others for iPhone, compass and GPS etc. iPhone 4S fits, be surprised if the iPhone 5 goes in!

On the ‘wings’ there a couple of zipped pockets which likely i’ll use for more food and the are also a pair of velcro fastening bellows pockets that took an extra bottle of water today. These would take a waterproof or other items you may want to be taking on and off without removing the pack, hats/gloves etc.

On the rear are two pockets, one that took my waterproof pants, maps, 1st aid kit and hat, gloves and base layers. There was still plenty of room for more food and can also take a bladder if you wanted and can be secured by the internal compression. This is partly made from a cuben fibre material that’s very very light and almost impenetrable. It’s the material used on sails for modern day racing yachts and you’ll find this on the front pouches and another couple of pockets too.

The other pocket is an expanding mesh and seemingly you can just keep stuffing items in here. My waterproof smock went in and head torch (unlikely as i was to require this on a Friday afternoon) and also had more room if required.

Further to this was the webbing bungee where I fixed my mountain king trekking poles. I didn’t need to use the specific pole loops nor did I take my ice axe on this occasion so this loop wasn’t used either. There was zero movement or rattle from the poles and until I was confident I kept checking to make sure these hadn’t fallen off. They didn’t fall off and nor are they ever likely to!!!

There are plenty of other elastic loops (4+) to pull buffs through or rolled maps etc. you won’t be short of where to stash stuff and actually be able to use it!!

The pack once on can be compressed by the internal bungee which has a single pull on the right shoulder which helps stabilise further. There are two additional bungees to pull closer still above the wing pockets too.

The Test:
I ran on an off road trails, some hard packed and also some road. I tried some fast paced intervals and bolted down some sharp descents to try and get the pack to roll or rock around. It didn’t, wouldn’t and likely never will!!!

I didn’t get any rub from the wide shoulder straps nor any back rubbing which given the temperature and amount of sweat being produced I was very pleased with for its first go. I also didn’t get the irritating T-shirt rise either like I have with other packs.

Having plenty of high vis points and a fixed whistle the pack is sure to keep you safe on trail and road too.

This really is fantastic piece of equipment and if I was half a stone lighter or more then it would be better still. Despite my build for endurance and not for speed I felt the benefits of this regardless of my frame. It will only get better!

The pack has been designed by a chap called Peter Bawkin, he himself is not one to brag but he’s won a bit and he’s been there, done that. In his own words  ”I don’t care about running.  I just love to do it.”


Think the records below speak for themselves eh…

  • Winner of the Tuscarora Trail 6-day, 250-mile race (2003)
  • First person to run the 223 mile John Muir trail in less than 4 days,
  • 94h04m (2003)
  • Current speed record holder for the 141 mile Kokopelli Trail, 32h47m (2004)
  • Cascades Trifecta:  Rainier, Hood & Adams in 28 hours (2005)
  • Double Hardrock Hundred, 200 miles with 68,000 feet of climbing, in
  • 90h50m (2006)
  • Current record holder on the 100 mile White Rim Trail, 18h43m (2006)
  • Current record holder on Gannett Peak, the highest summit in Wyoming (2009)
  • Mosquito-Tenmile Traverse:  The longest ridge traverse entirely above
  • 13,000 feet (28 miles) in the contiguous USA (2011)
The sciencey bit:
Specifications:
  • Volume Capacity: 61 in.3 / 12L
  • Fluid Capacity: 2 x 20 oz. bottles / 2 x 591 mL
  • Weight: 12 oz. (17.5 oz. with bottles) / 340 g (496 g with bottles)
  • Height: 16 in. / 41 cm
  • Width: 9 in. / 23 cm
  • Depth: 4.5 in. / 11 cm

Features:

  • GPS Pouch (buttons accessible)
  • Bottle holsters can carry 26 oz.
  • Gel or bar pouches (4)
  • Electrolyte or valuables pocket (2)
  • Fully adjustable Sternum Straps (2)
  • Emergency whistle
  • Features (Back):
  • Cuben Fiber bellows for large or small loads
  • Secure Lat Pockets, with full pocket behind (2)
  • Two sizes main compartments
  • Single pull bungee compresses entire pack
  • Trekking pole (2) and Ice Axe loop (1)

Sizing At Chest (Unisex):

  • S/M: 28 – 36 in. / 71.1 – 91.4 cm
  • M/L: 36 – 40 in. / 91.4 – 101.6 cm
  • Measure wearing the clothes you intend to wear
  • A vest full of gear will fit smaller

Materials/Design:

  • Cuben Fiber: Used for the sails of America’s Cup racing yachts, this non-woven fabric is 15 times stronger than steel and 40% stronger than Aramid fibers, and is extremely resistant to moisture, UV, and chemicals
  • Velvetex: The edge banding is very soft for greater comfort
  • Power Mesh: All pockets and super stretchy, so small loads won’t
  • bounce and the vest expands as you need it to.

 

 Want one, then speak to Charlie at the Outdoorwarehouse to get your pack shipped….

If your looking for somewhere to maximise your summer training and at altitude, then look no further than Pyrenean Trails

Jenny and Mike Rhodes will offer you a superb warm welcome. Its a family owned business which operates in the French Ski resort of Les Angles, catering for both Winter & Summer activities plus a whole range of extra leisure activities available for families, couples or groups of friends.​

Mike, who was part of the successful team who conquered Everest’s South West face in 1975 led by Chris Bonington, used his 50 years walking and climbing experience and gained qualifications as an International Mountain Leader and rock climbing instructor to be able to take out clients into the mountains.

Mikes the one in the fetching yellow t-shirt!

Pyrenean Trails is so well located its often frequented by international Triathlon Teams as their training base.

With the numerous trails based from the property this is an excellent base to get conditioned for the Lakeland events, The Spine, UTMB and others. In fact Mike regularly take tours on the Ultra Trail of Mont Blanc so can provide a valuable insight into the course.

photo 1Visit their website or email mike.rhodes@free.fr and be sure to mention www.ultramadness.co.uk for a warm welcome!

Well after what was one of THE worst runs out I’ve ever had on Sunday I frankly didn’t care what the results were for this week’s weigh in. (You can See Wayne’s account of the Spine recce from Gargrave – Horton-In-Ribblesdale here)

However we’ve each done our Tuesday morning weigh in and its business as usual, well almost.

Chadders continues to defy science and loses yet more!! With only 8 weigh-ins between now and the end of our competition it’s looking far less likely well catch him.

Despite my disaster on Sunday I posted another good loss proving that running club and regularly powering round Park Run and smashing PB’s is having a great effect.

Glyn, he’s also posted another steady loss this week, small but perfectly formed. Wayne had a tinsy-winsy loss this week too but sadly not enough to effect the figures!

So overall the results stand like this…..

Weigh In 30042013

It’s a pretty amazing overall loss so far from Chris and very respectable from everyone else.

Be sure to stay tuned to see how we progress as the end of the challenge nears…

Here is one of my 1st ever Ultras and write ups! Seems such a long time and many many miles ago but still quite fresh! Enjoy.

July 29th 2011 was here and I found myself pitching my tent on John Ruskins School on the back straight of the 400m running track! It had been around 10 months since I decided to enter the Lakeland 50 Ultra Marathon race and I now had less than 24hrs to wait till the preverbal hit the fan!!!

My registration was done totally on a whim, alone and having ever only run around 21 miles in just over 5hrs on some very flat terrain around my home town of Harrogate. There were lots of gets outs along the route, only ever 3 miles from my house and 3 spaniels to pull me along!!! It was fair to say I was so far out of my league it was beyond comprehension.

On top of this I registered whilst sofa bound recovering from a hernia operation which had me laid up for 2 months!

So my regime took an immediate hit, Christmas came and went with little or no training and my 1st recce and indeed 1st real run was lined up for the end of March, Ambleside to Consiton!

Id previously arranged to do this recce in February with Nick Smith and Deborah Goodall which had been arranged by Anna Barker although sadly Anna had to pull out of the recce and indeed the whole Lakeland event due to illness!

It was with great disappointment that I too was unable to attend that recce. In hindsight his was quite handy as it snowed but due to damaging my back in a mountain bike fall there was no way i could run. I actually spent the following 6 weeks receiving treatment from my Chiropractor around 3 times a week just to get me back in shape.

I think it is fair to say that at this up to this point my preparation really wasn’t going very well!

So from a pretty much standing start and on a beautiful sunny March Sunday morning we set off from the Lakes Runner and headed out of Ambleside. This was the start of my Lakeland 50 journey!

Id noticed that when I 1st arrived in Coniston for that recce and looking at all the other runners I was so the odd one out I was almost reluctant to get out of the car. However my saving grace was my trainers. Id noticed at least two other people had the same ones as me so I at least had something right. It wasn’t much but it was something and out of the car I got!

From the start in Ambleside I arrived in Coniston some 4 and half hours later in disbelief and overwhelming elation that id completed it. My motto around everything i’ve done regarding the Lakeland & other events was to enjoy and not endure.

I didn’t care how long or where i came amongst the other runners, this was about the journey and enjoying the ride! I’d certainly done that on this lovely spring morning.

So my training for the event had begun and a mental target had been set, extended, changed again and finally settled at completing the event between 15 and 20 hours! Now im not built like a runner and certainly carry more weight than your normal runner but i was full of good intentions to train hard and do what i could to prepare myself for 50 long hard miles.

I took part in the recces from Pooley Bridge to Ambleside where I met & laughed far too much with Wayne Singleton and Liz Beavis that constitutes training and Ambleside to Coniston the following day. I finished this section of the recce with Sam Blackburn and Maxine Grimshaw and covering 43 miles in 2 days this was the furthest id travelled on my feet in two days! This recce was an amazing weekend and it  was great to hook up with some good friends along the way!

Id also completed some unofficial recces of our own with great support and fun from Nick & Deborah. These included Howtown as far as Kentmere, I was actually headed toward Ambleside but after running out of water and likely daylight I decided to hitch to the pub with a couple of Brummies instead and had an amazing discussion with a woman on a bus from Staveley to Ambleside. I was to hook up with them back in Ambleside who’d made the full distance and rewarded themselves with treats in Esquires.

My running had come on leaps and bounds but I really struggled with my legs and couldn’t master the downhill’s as well as my running partners had.

We also managed a night recce of Tilberthwaite to Consiton as it was our expectation that we would be doing this section in the dark come the event. Turns out this was a total misestimation for me!! The run was great and I was pleased to keep up with my partners and enjoyed running at night.

Id also completed the Osmotherly Phoenix 17 as a recce of our own with Deborah and my dog Dibble. We managed to cover over 18+ miles which gives an indication of my navigational prowess. Again my running had improved and getting time on my feet and miles under my shoes was proving to be so valuable.

The 17 mile recce was in preparation for the Osmotherley Marathon proper in early July. My 1st ever Marathon!

It was on completion of this in just over 7hrs that I tapered down my training and prepared for the event proper! I managed a few 3-4 miles runs in the weeks running up to the main event but nothing greater.

So here i was and only a few minutes away from watching the Lakeland 100’s setting off in the glorious sunshine. I had made many friends along the way and also had my support in the form of Sarah and Rachel who had fully embraced the experience by booking into a B&B instead of camping with me!

That night i got around 3hours sleep and rose to have some breakfast and get ready for the event. My pack was sorted, around 5-6lbs or about 2.5kg

I boarded the coach after the briefings and last minute check of kit and we set off for Dalemain.  The coach journey seemed to take an age, not great after taking on a LOT of water which resulted in the biggest communal toilets against the fence when we got there.  So finally we reached the estate to see a lot of supporters to see us of and 100’s of runners itching to get started.

Sarah and Rachel had installed themselves to watch the 100 runners come through and see us all off.

It was clear at this point to Sarah that I was incredibly nervous and just wanted to get going. We were late starting by 20 mins or so but the horn blew and we were off on the lap of the estate and away down to Pooley Bridge. The feeling was amazing and i hooked up with some friends i met on the recces. Sam, a great chap, and I ran for a small distance and I passed Maxine who id covered a lot of the double recce weekend with. In fact we all finished the recce weekend together running down the Coppermines to the finish!

I covered the Dalemain estate in much quicker time than I expected to and was doing ok in the amazing weather but tremendous heat! Running down by the river provided some shelter and cooler air.

The support we all got through Pooley Bridge was fantastic, as was to be the support all the way around the event. Sarah, Rachel and new recruit Chris were by the side of the road to scream and cheer us through. This was amazing and really spurred me on, only after stealing a kiss from Sarah to send me on my way toward Howtown.

Id struggled on this section before, especially pulling up Elderbank but i reached the cairn in much better time and enjoyed the run down under the crags into Howtown checkpoint. I had some good cake and a banana and lots of juice. I refilled my water to be greeted by Deborah who asked what the hell i was doing there in front of her! Debs was of much greater pace than i and i was as shocked to be in front of her!

I left the checkpoint to tackle the highest point of the 50 and indeed the 100 route. It was a hard climb up onto Wether Hill to High Kop at over 2,000ft! I eventually scaled this, all be it at a very slow pace and across and down Brampton Common to the banks of Haweswater. I’ve never liked this section of the course as it seems to drag for an age, is tough on my feet and the run down to it always effects my legs terribly and sets the tone for the remainder of the course.

The long pull up to High Kop had taken its toll on my water supplies too and as I made my way beneath Laythwaite Crags toward Flakehow Crag I ran out!

Thankfully I knew how far it was till Mardale check point but didn’t like not having any water, especially in the heat! It was lack of water that had forced me to hitch from Kentmere on the recce in April, this wasn’t about to happen again! Regardless I cracked on as fast as i could and headed toward the Rigg and it was here i had a wobble. The lack of water and my poor food intake, virtually nothing since Howtown, was taking its toll. Before the right turn before the wood i felt very dizzy and nauseous. I was worried i was going to be sick and faint and was worried that if i did id be pulled from the race. I took a few moment to compose myself, reminded myself how far the the checkpoint was and headed for it.

I started to dream of Coca Cola and what i would eat should i arrive victorious back at Coniston before 12 noon on Sunday! This was crazy as I was way less than half way.

When i saw the check point at Mardale Head i knew I was ok, although this was still over a mile or so away. I tried hard not to look up too much at Gatesgarth Pass as i arrived and gulped down the cola and jelly beans which were gratefully received. I took some soup and propped myself on the wall for 10 minutes or so and tried to regain myself.

After the recharge I pulled up from the wall and swung my pack on, thanked the guys for their support and headed up toward the pass. This would be my 3rdtime of tackling Gatesgarth and on my 1st ascent of the 1800ft pass I must have stopped a dozen times! The 2nd time I tackled it only 2 or 3 times & on this, the most important ascent, I was to only stop once!

I made good progress up the Pass the the 1st plateau and upon seeing the 2ndclimb i laughed out loud as id forgotten about this bit! Still, I re gained my rhythm and cranked the steps out. I came across Dave from the Darwen Runner. (It was his running club that manned the CP at Tilberthwaite)

We made the summit together and carried on over the top and down towards Longsdale. Dave’s pace was good, too good for me and I let him go ahead, I was conscious of not wanting to go too fast and burning out.

As I got to the head of Longsdale and the route levelled out I got a 2nd wind and started to run toward Sadgill. To my amazement I felt as fresh as when I was running round Dalemain and was passing a great number of people who had overtaken me on the descent.

I made Sadgill in good time and excellent spirits and headed toward Kentmere.  As I made my way into Kentmere i was caught by Sam whom id last seen at Mardale Head and was a way behind me going up Gatesgarth. Sam too had a great ascent and had made great progress. It was great to see a friendly face as we were also now coming into the night section arriving at Kentmere at 9:30!

As I entered the checkpoint i was greeted by my recce partner Nick, my delight in seeing him turned to horror as I realised he should have been way ahead of me by a good number of hours. He’d had some difficulty on Gatesgarth Pass with being sick and losing a lot of fluid. He’d been well looked after at Kentemere, so much so he spent a couple of hours there! It was about to get worse as I made my way into the checkpoint for fruit smoothies pasta and biscuits I saw another familiar face in Deborah looking very glum in the corner. Again Deborah should have been hours ahead of me but had suffered in the heat and also had been diagnosed with trench foot on what was one of the hottest days of summer in the Lakes! Whilst pleased to see these two I was massively disappointed for them as there races had been shattered!

Whilst i was grabbing some pasta yet another friendly voice shouted there you are, where’ve you been all day you fu%%er! Wayne, who id met on the last recce, was running with Glyn and Liz but sadly Liz had dropped out at Howtown. Id expected to run with them, hence the greeting, but with Liz not being well id made good progress and got ahead. Wayne and Glyn had done extremely well to get to Kentemere in the time they did.

Sam and I had agreed to do the next section together and in doing so followed Nick & Deborah and Glyn and Wayne up and over Garburn and potentially head into Ambleside together as they all set off a little while ahead of us.

We’d left Kentmere with a target of hitting Ambleside at midnight.

Garburn Pass was ok and it was good to have people to talk to, Wes had now joined us and he was struggling with his feet. So much so he dropped out at the next CP. This section was OK, all our feet were hurting, a blister was forming on my right foot and the plates of my feet felt bruised. With every step and twist of my foot the pain was very evident. We negotiated the pass and Skelghyll Wood and descended into Ambleside a little after midnight. It was at this point I realised we’d set off 20mins late at Dalemain so I was in fact just inside my target time!

It was great to see Sarah, Rachel and Chris along with Deborah and Nick. It’s amazing what a huge hug and a rewarding kiss can do in the middle of the night after 36 miles! From Sarah, not Chris!

Sadly it was here that Deborah had to pull out after her gargantuan effort given her feet and issues with the heat etc. Nick on the other hand had been reborn and ran off into the night making excellent progress all the way to finish and claiming his medal! He left around 15 mins ahead of me yet finished hours in front, well done Nick, truly amazing and you SHOULD be doing the 100 next year!!!

So after a good rest at Ambleside and catching up with everyone we set off toward Coniston for the last 16 miles.

The temperature had dropped dramatically and I added a layer or two. We steadily jogged out of Ambleside, through the park, over the river and made our way to Skelwith Bridge.

It was here we took a couple of brief wrong turns towards Elterwater and onward to Chapel Stile. We made the checkpoint around 3am and were greeted with a very warm welcome, juice, soup and a rewarding cup of tea. The chimnea was also very welcomed as the temperature had swung by around 11 degrees from during the day and upon finally leaving id donned my jacket and hat to keep warm.

It wouldn’t be long now before dawn but until then it would remain cold. We made our way along Great Langdale Beck under the Lingmoor Fell and finally made it up to Blea Tarn. We’d seen a few head torches off the main route along the way.

Making our way under Hollin Crag we hugged the fern to avoid the bog, this didn’t work. Down toward Castle Howe my feet were really feeling it and starting to be quite painful. One last pull to Ruestone Quarry up to High Tilberthwaite and down to the checkpoint at Tilberthwaite I knew we were going to make it.

The short walk on the road to the checkpoint was starting to be agony and being able to sit down for ten minutes and have a brew made all the difference.

Sam and I set off to the finish some 3 miles away and began the ascent up them bloody steps to Tilberthwaite Quarry. We followed Crook Beck and made a fantastic pace up to the summit and didn’t break stride all the way, one thing on our minds to get to the top and start the descent to the finish. We completed this section in not much over the time id done on the night recce which was amazing.

We had the descent down to the Coppermines, my feet were burning now, and onto the track into the village. We upped the pace and ran down to the main street where we were met by applause from the people on the streets wh knew what we’d been through. We passed the pubs, over the bridge and toward the school.

Turning into the road to the finish I could see Deborah, Chris, Rachel and Sarah waiting for us which was amazing. We made the finish and dibbed in to stop the clock on 19hrs and 22 mins, inside the 20hrs id targeted and in 342ndposition!

We quickly went inside to be weighed, get our split times and of course our finisher’s medal!

Once wed done all this I made my way outside to Sarah and Rach. It was here the emotion of the whole event and indeed the journey id taken hit me! Trying to hold back the tears over the top of Tilberthwaite had been hard however I wasn’t so fortunate this time the emotion took over!

Sam had made his was out of the hall with his medal and we stood very proudly with the memento of our achievements.

I entered this event to be a challenge of the mind, the body and the soul. The last 50 miles, 19hrs and 22 mins had certainly been a challenge of the body; the time from me entering the event had been a challenge of the mind and soul. My journey was complete!

Had I not met the amazing people along the way, Nick and Deborah, whom id done a lot of my training and recces with and who’d also offered me so much encouragement. Sam who was the 1st person I met on the very 1st recce id taken part in and finally crossed the finish line with. Maxine whom id struggled round with on the double recce weekend and Wayne and Liz who id had such a laugh with also on that weekend this journey would have been very different.

The organisation of this event is second to none, Terry and Marc did an amazing job and of course their team from the recces to the event itself. The undertaking is massive and shouldn’t be underestimated.

Many many thanks to you all for such fun and enjoyment in what was one of the most enjoyable yet painful experiences of my life!

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A recce of two halves…..

Sunday 14th April saw a very early start to meet the rest of the crew at Hawes which we only just made. After a near head on collision with a VW Golf coming toward us  very much on the wrong side of the road was maybe just a sign of things to come……well read on.

We met the boys and ditched the motor at Hawes and made our way to Horton-In-Ribblesdale. The Cumbrian collective at this point were amazed at the value for money car parking charges being only £3.50 for the day.  Half the price than in the Lakes!!! #yorkshire #yorkshire #yorkshire

Upon our arrival at Horton the weather was overcast with a breeze and all was looking good. More astonishment at the car park charges, this time £4.00, but more still more than agreeable for a good day out and a bit like a buy one get one free but across the border.

So which way, amazingly the 1st place we went was to the pub, well the car park of the Crown to where we picked up the Pennine Way. These were to be out first tentative footsteps of what will be our 108 mile epic in January 2014.

We made or way along the Pennine Way and the route which is well signposted and good underfoot all the way to Birkwith Moor and the edge of the forests. We crossed a stream or two and despite having waterproof socks on I was ridiculed for leaping these to ensure I kept my feet dry.

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We’d been doing some good map reading tests along the way following our navigation session with Charlie Sproson, Director of The Outdoor Warehouse, to ensure we knew where we were and paying much needed attention of our surroundings, height and picking up locations across the valley to make sure we worked our timing out from point to point.

We could see the snow capped iconic Yorkshire 3 Peaks, Ingleborough, Pen-y-Ghent and Whernside. We were also able to see the weather that was chasing us along our route, it didn’t look good.

Our pace was good and Crossing Sike Moor to join with the Dales Way we made great progress up Oughtershaw Side and on toward Dodd Fell. It was here the Cumbrians made good decisions and donned full waterproofs.

THE SECOND HALF

I was sporting a couple of base layers and my new Montane Minimus Smock (review to follow), full length A400 Skins, waterproof socks with Injini liners and my Inov8 295’s. Despite the fact that the wind had whipped up to what felt like gale force and the rain had started I was still toasty warm and didn’t feel I needed my waterproof trousers which were in my pack.

As we followed the track under the summit of Dodd Fell we had to negotiate to snow drifts that were covering the track. In places we were knee deep and underneath was either ice trying to bring us down or deep freezing puddles.

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I had my Kahtoola spikes in my pack but these wouldn’t have been much use as they would have clogged up with the snow being very wet as now the rain which was near horizontal was turning to hail and was making things pretty miserable.

A couple of slips on the ice jarred a few muscles trying to stay upright, much to the amusement of the rest of the boys, and battling our way through the drifts was using all our muscles. This went on for around 2/3 miles!

Working our way along the track towards Ten End seemed to take and age only to be made much much worse by my lace loops snapping causing my shoe to start working loose. I had spare laces in my 1st aid kit and also as a lanyard for my compass (just in case) but on this occasion this wasn’t the issue and the only thing that would have worked was duct taping my shoe to my foot had it got any worse. Note to self wrap some around my bottle just in case!!!

So the rain, which had now got even harder and colder had run down my jacket sleeves and soaked my gloves, it was also so loud on my hood despite my hat that we were unable to hear one another over the noise.

As we topped out at Ten End and crossed Sleddale Pasture I stopped to put on my Berghaus Vapour Storm jacket. For once id acted before I needed to, more as prevention on this occasion, as I was still quite warm but there was zero let up in the rain and I wanted to make sure I didn’t start to get cold. Wayne reminded me to eat here and I popped another chunk of Chris’s amazing Granola! 

What id noticed was that despite my waterproof socks my feet felt very wet. What I hadn’t noticed is that the fierce rain/hail had saturated my skins and was running down my legs, into my socks and in turn was filling them up! Even worse tho was I had bloody cankles!

Now this is an ongoing discussion amongst the Ultramadness team and I was happy to be proved wrong in saying that the waterproof socks/shoes are great, until you get water in them! Water can get in from crossing a river and going over the top of the socks and it being unable to escape, this can cause all sorts of issues if this is for a period of time.

So now I was running in a loose shoe and  waterproof socks with a pint of water in each that had run down my saturated skins! BRILLIANT!!!

Now had I put my waterproof trousers on there would have been no issue at all but as I wasn’t anywhere near cold I simply didn’t feel the need. Even when I stopped to put my GORE-TEX jacket on putting on my over trousers hadn’t even crossed my mind!

Never would I have thought my socks were going to fill with water in such a fashion so less an error more something to think on for next time!

So on we went descending into Hawes. The pasture was very wet and extremely slippery. Normally a fun trot down but my loose shoe was causing my foot to move in my wet sock and cause an issue. I knew we had maybe 3km to go at this point so we cracked on but any longer would be an issue for sure.

Chris had hit the deck 3 times coming down the descent. Fortunately he was able to control these and not aggravate his dislocated shoulder from a trot in the Lakes earlier in the year where he’d slipped on the ice coming down Red Pike above Buttermere in January!

We hit the road and the slipping in the shoe was starting to takes its toll and I felt some blisters forming. Having run down the hill with less coordination than usual had also started to worsen a lower back issue, thankfully only a dull ache was to be the issue! A trip to my Chiropractor to line me back up before our training starts proper is likely required to make sure this doesn’t get any worse, especially as we’ll be carrying so much more weight on the Spine!

We made it back to the car and changed into some warm clothes. My socks were emptied and a ridiculous amount of water was in them. Jury’s still out on this one boys but ill be giving them another go but im really not sure!

This recce had been really valuable for a number of reasons. My base layers, a Rab AEON  ls t-shirt, Montane Bionic t-shirt and Montane Minimus Smock had worked brilliantly with gloves and hat. I’ve been happy with my Skins and shorts for a while now but I’ve still to sort my socks out yet!

I made a sensible decision in putting on my GORE-TEX jacket before I’d needed too and the rain running into my socks was something id never ad even thought about so this had been a valuable lesson! Would anyone else have expected this?

I also had a spare thermal base layer in my pack had I needed it and my RAB Generator insulated smock so things are looking good as to finalising my kit for the Spine Challenge proper! Spare gloves, waterproof, and a spare hat and im pretty good to go in the clothes department.

We’ve a recce from Edale – Wessenden Head planned for the end of April so more fine tuning im sure but all in all a very eventful but invaluable first recce.

Next time we’re on this leg we hope to be finishing the Spine Challenge. It will be very dark, likely we’ll be ridiculously tired, and I suspect very emotional and willing our bodies the last 14 miles to Hawes!

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Hey, weight up……………..and down!!!!

Well for this weeks eagerly anticipated weigh in it appears that lbs amongst the Ultramadness team are like corporate shares, they can go up as well as down!

After what was an awesome recce at the weekend covering the Horton-in-Ribblesdale to Hawes section (more to follow) we were all keen to see the effects at today’s weigh in. Especially after Chris’s Ultra Fueling granola experiment!

Well Chadders, hes a getting bit boring now, continues to steam ahead with an amazing 10% loss since we began the challenge and posts yet another loss this week.

I too have managed a small loss which bucks my trend having only gained once in the last 12 weeks. I’m currently posting a total loss of just under 4%

Wayne has maintained equilibrium this week and sits at an overall loss of 1.4% which has Glyn close behind, following a small gain, with an overall loss at a rounded 1%!!!!

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…….. so on we go to next week.

Stay tuned to see if we can catch Chris or if he starts to slip back a little bit.

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Till next time……

Ultra Fueling

Having now had the experience of a few ultras and heading into some longer event its about time I got my act together so far as eating on the hoof.
With all the effort been put into health eating and weight loss, (which I appear to be doing rather well in !!!!) I need to make sure that I’m getting enough to eat on route but without killing all the hard work.
With the upcoming Spine route recci it was the perfect time to see what worked.

Im not a fan of really sweet sugary jelly sweets that give you a quick boost but for me just don’t sustain any prolonger energy, savoury foods work well for me but can be a burden to carry and keep in a good condition, so I decided on having a go at making my own Granola.
A trip to the supermarket and an hour in the kitchen resulted in a tray of Low Fat Granola been removed from the oven.
After cooling It was tested by the whole family with lots of Hmmmm’s all round even from the kids.

Armed with four bags each containing two pieces it was an early morning start to meet the Ultramadness gang out at Hawes, another short drive allowing for car logistics and we were at Horton-in-Ribblesdale with a vehicle back in Hawes for our return journey.

Granola handed out and off we set, a couple miles in and consciously trying to remember to eat a little but often it wasn’t long before we were trudging up hill and the perfect opportunity for tucking into my first piece, WOW sweet enough for that instant hit, chewy but easy to swallow even when breathing a little harder from the uphill effort, tasty and filling enough to feel like I’d eaten something of substance without that overly full feeling.

The noises been made all round seemed to indicate I wasn’t the only one happy with the Granola !!

Todays test was very positive for me, I wasn’t flagging or energy sapped by the end and most importantly my stomach agreed with the contents consumed .

Next I need to have a think and see if there’s health savoury option to be made and tested!!

Low Fat Granola Ingrediants
1 Cup Bran Flakes
1 Cup Multigrain Cherrio’s
1 Cup Rice Crispies
1 Cup Oats
1/2 Cup Sugar Free Maple Syrup
1/4 Cup Low Fat Peanut Butter

Additional ingredient optional, add to your own taste, I included
Peacan Nuts
Sunflower Seeds
Cranberrys

Place cereals and oats into a large zip lock freezer bag and crush with a rolling pin
Remove from bag and place in a large mixing bowel
Add additional ingrediant and mix thoroughly
Soften peanut butter in the microwave for 30 seconds and add to to the bowel along with maple syrup, again mix thoroughly

Pre heat oven to 200 C

Spread mixture evenly in a shallow tin and place in centre of oven for 20 min

After 20min remove from oven and cut into bite size or bar size pieces as you require, return to oven for a further 15 min.

If you like your Granola slightly soft and chewy remove it from the oven after 15min and allow to cool naturally, if you like it harder / crunchy switch the oven off after 15min and allow the granola to cool inside the oven.

Tune in for next weeks weigh -in to see the effects of Low Fat Granola !!!!!!!

Worth weighting for………

Well apologies to those sitting on the edge of your seats yearning for the latest results of our weekly weigh-in. What with the Easter holidays and people being away etc it meant that we weren’t able to all weigh in at the same time.

Anyway now were all back and the results are terrible!!!!

Wayne and Glyn, despite valiant training’ish efforts, have gained a lb or two. Chadders, he’s maintained the equilibrium and posted a zero loss/gain. I on the other hand after two thirsty back to back weddings and a week indulging in Cream teas etc courtesy of Devon have posted a loss!

So the standings are as below:

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Chadders is still (quality) streets ahead and hopes to maintain this thru to the finish. I’ve managed to open up a touch of daylight from Glyn and Wayne who are currently battling it out for the chocolate spoon!

Keep watching as we’ve a few recces and events lined up over the coming weeks so things could start to close up!

The final days running

No pics from during the event on this day.  I’d worn the batteries, and the replacement batteries, out on my camera.  The only ones we got were at the end (spoiler alert!)

Waking was a relief.  We only had around 6 miles to go (so we thought at first).  We had loads of chat about water and whether we needed to take a great deal as we’d only be on the move for on an hour.  We all started binning the surplus food, medical produce and general kit that we’d carried through the week but never actually needed.  I think it was at this point that Ash read his route book (bastard, why he needed to prepare like that is beyond me), and established it would be close to TEN miles that we would do in the final leg.  Big groans all around until we put it into context.  It was the final ten miles after we had completed 145 over the last six days.

After the nights incident, i’d decided that my Montane shorts weren’t go to help me complete the last stage.  The conversation went something like this – ‘Anyone got spare shorts?’, ‘why?’, ‘err, cos i crapped myself in the night’. Nice.  Surprisingly, or maybe not considering, this comment didn’t generate much response beyond Rich saying yes, and getting a pair of 70’s porn star shorts out of his bag for me try.  I put them on and minced around in them for a while before deciding that they rubbed horrendously and i could do without a load of groin chafe to celebrate my final day. Oh and i thought they looked a bit ridiculous.  Not appreciating the irony of all this, and of my comment, i said ‘cheers rich, but i think i’ll give it a miss and wear these’, at which point i dug out my Montane shorts, coated in poop, from the bin bag outside the tent.  Classy.

It was quite a cold morning, so we all dug out jackets and long sleeved shirts to protect us from the wind and another sand blasting.  Without thinking, this meant that Beavis and my mum were subsequently unable to spot me at the start that morning as they were looking for my green Macmillan t-shirt, and i was wearing bright orange. I stayed close to the right at the start as i was trying desperately to see them as i sat off but to no avail.  Turned out that i passed within a couple of feet of them.  When we got back, my mum showed me the photos she had taken at the start after they’d tried to see me, and there was one of me passing close by in my bright orange jacket.

As it was the last day, i thought i’d better put a bit of effort in and i trotted along for a while with Rich.  We passed along on fairly flat tracks for a good while, with the national park of sand dunes rising to our front and right.  Eventually, we could see ant-like figures moving up the dunes.  I felt sick.  I couldn’t believe the size of some of the climbs we were facing on the final stretch.  At this point i wasn’t sure i had enough willpower or energy left to finish.  It was to be the same as the rest of the race, one foot in front of the other, one checkpoint at a time.  We got to CP1 at 6.5km and that was it.  Turn left and we were into the dunes. Only 9k to go. Less than 6 miles.  Should be about an hour right? My arse.

We moved along the dunes following everyone in front, but i began to get frustrated as the sand had been churned up and it was two steps forward followed by one step back as we slid.  Rich started moving slowly off in front of me and i had no energy to keep up.  I didn’t want to become de-motivated or use all of my energy so i stopped and had a look round at the view.  It was stunning.  The dunes were truly incredible and we had climbed slowly but had already gained a fair bit of height to see across the desert were we’d come from the day before.  Incredible.  As i looked around i could see a few sets of footprints far over to my right so i slowly tracked across the dune ridges and picked up to follow them.  Good move, as these feet had obviously picked the hard sand line.  I felt like i was flying, and it was very rare that i ended up in soft sand or struggling up the face of a dune.

We passed by a serious of small camps that looked like semi-permanent Bedouin settlements which had incredible views.  There was nobody around at this stage other than some noisy dogs.  Slowly we carried on climbing until it felt like i had reached the top.  There was a spot where my route crossed with that of everyone else, and i met up with Owain from Wales, so we had a good chat as we trogged along (no longer running by this stage).  We shared some of our experiences of the week, along with what we were looking forward to when we got back to the hotel and when we got home, as well as our sense of relief at being nearly there.

We kept leap frogging an American named Terri who was quite annoying so i kept using my energy to try and get some distance from her.  Eventually it became apparent that she was trying to keep pace, and ignorant as this is, i decided to move over to the left on to harder sand, leaving Owain and Terri to follow their own route.

As i did this, Blue came thudding up towards us sideways on, film crew recording out of the side.  It truly was incredible to see this helicopter coming towards us up the dunes, and this was to be the last occasion i saw it in the sky (it didn’t crash or anything, i was just close to the finish)

A small time later, we saw a strange sight, which turned out to be a massive inflatable Bedouin, which marked the finish line.  I thought it was one of the usual cruel twists of this race that it would still be 2-3k away and i resigned myself to a tough half hours slog before i finally reached the finish.  I crested a sand dune and there it was!  The finish!  After 7 days in the desert!  I felt my chest heave and as i started running, i also started crying with relief.

There were a surprising amount of people around the finish cheering us all in, and as i used the very last of my energy to get me to run, i continued crying until i saw Beavis and my mum waiting at the finish. I think i gave them a bit of a wave and then i felt a bit confused by everything.  After moving for so long, i was done. I’d finished the Marathon des Sables. Wow.  I turned to look at my fellow runners, all of whom were in a similar state, and two French guys were crying and sobbing and celebrating all the same time.  I felt my chest rise again and had another blub as one of them looked at me and said ‘C’est fini’.

Patrick Bauer was there at the finish, doing what is apparently customary, giving us all a hug and handing us our medals.  I asked him to turn towards my mum who got a photo of us stood together.

It got a bit more surreal then as we were funnelled out into the town where the race had ended.  I was given a ticket to the coach that would take me back to the hotel in Ouarzazete, which wasn’t for another forty minutes or so.  I hobbled my way past and past all the kids shouting for my trainers ‘i need your shoes, i need your shoes’ was the shout repeatedly.  ‘Aye, so do i kid’ was my response.  Beavis and mum were waiting at the end, and i can’t really remember what happened at this point, other than needing the toilet.  They led me into a restaurant, where i had my first use of an ACTUAL toilet, for 7 days, which was incredible.  As i came out and went to wash, one of the Doc Trotter medics was having a wash in the sink too.  We had a quick chat, part-English, part-French and it was only as we spoke that i realised that the staff hadn’t had any washing facilities in the desert either.  We were both in awe of the amazing feeling that soap and water had to revive you.

I came out of the bathroom to see Beavis, and just felt confused, and perhaps a bit claustrophobic at the environment.  I made my apologies and said i’d see her back at the hotel and i was off to the coach.

I went and sat on the coach, which gradually started filling up.  There was a brilliant French woman who was obviously delighted to have finish the race.  In what i reckon to be her late 50’s she started singing in French ‘champions, champions’, which made me laugh, and then cry with pride.  She saw me cry and spoke in French, asking me what was wrong?  It’s all over now! We are finished!

The coach eventually filled and we finally set off.  We’d been given a packed lunch as we boarded so i slowly munched my way through bread, dried sausage, cheese, apple sauce, and a load of other bits i can’t remember now.  I drifted in and out of sleep, and a long journey didn’t take very long.  While i was awake, i got my scissors out of my medical kit and slowly cut all of the tape off my legs and feet, taking a load of hair with it.  I also started cutting the Skins off, as i couldn’t exactly strip on the bus.  As i cut them off i could feel the stink emerge, but it felt lovely to have my legs exposed after spending most of the week enclosed.

We stopped a couple of times for toileting and i remember from the very first day that Tony had recommended not getting off the bus.  This was apparently because the stench when you got back on was almost unbearable.  I stayed on, and watched as people got back on, most of them recoiling from the smell of 60 people who’d not bathed for a week.

We eventually got back to Ouarzazete and drove around the town dropping people off at the various hotels.  Different nationalities were in different areas, with the Brits in supposedly the best hotel in two.  Unfortunately annoying Terri had got on my coach, and as the staff were giving us our directions in French and telling us what would happen, she would ask in whiny voice ‘can you repeat that in English’.  EVERY time the staff spoke she would ask this, as if on this one occasion after translating everything else into English, they would only do it in French. Pissed me off a bit that she was so ignorant.

Eventually we got back to the hotel, and i shuffled my way back to our room.  Mark had already made it back and was clean and fresh looking.  He went off to the hotel and left me to my shower and shave.  Watching all the orange/brown/red sand wash down the plughole was a strange experience.  It was to be some time before the sand fully disappeared.  Eventually after getting clean and smelling nice for the first time in a good while, it was time for something to eat.

We went in to the restaurant and got a table, before approaching the buffet.  I can’t remember what i ate, but i know there was a lot of it, and a lot more, and then a lot more again.  I think i had a five-course dessert alone, which was a record even for me.  And two cold beers.  Amazing.  Then the shutters started coming down and i started to feel sick as the exhaustion kicked in, it was time for beddies.  A proper bed.  Without stones underneath. And with very little chance of a sandstorm.  I’d still have to put up with Mark’s snoring though, but that was the least of my problems.

There’s one more post to come, from after the event, but i’ll leave that until this years competitors are done…

Sobbing and running into the finish

Sobbing and running into the finish

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The start of ‘the long one’

Wednesday 11th April & Thursday 12th April – Stage 4, “The Long One”, 81.5km or 50.6  miles

…and the ritual started of Ash slowly clinking his way through making breakfast, then Paul doing the same, then us all getting up.  The Berbers came round and dismantled the tents again, and then a photographer turned up and said five, two, eight?  I said yes mate, that’s me.  You like taking pictures?  I said yes mate.  He then asked me to get my camera out, and put it up over my eye while he took pics of me.  I got some great pics of him taking pics of me, and his photos were to be one of the few runner profiles that were put online.  Shortly after, another guy came up and interviewed me, asking me questions about why i was doing the MdS amongst other things.  It was only when i got home that i realised how lucky i’d been to have this interview, and how delighted friends and family had been when they saw it on the website.

A couple of the lads had become mildly obsessed with a lady called Sarah from Mauritius who was in one of the French tents opposite us.  One of my tent bro’s (who shall remain nameless), had developed a particularly entertaining spanking motion to describe what he would like to do to this lady.  Alas (or possibly not), this unrequited love (i use the term loosely), was never recognised, and was often interrupted by Lydia one of the comisaires du bivouac, who unfortunately regularly disturbed the motion, amongst other unpleasant activities such as yours truly donning my Skins, on more than one occasion.

I can’t remember much of this morning, but the mood must have been a tad subdued.  We had a long distance ahead of us, wherever it’s completed.  But over two days in the Sahara, it added an extra twist!  A couple of guys had read the route book and mentioned a couple of snippets, including the legendary jebel, and the laser that would be fired across the sky during the night, but i’d tried to ignore any comments, and focus solely on the fact that it would be around 10k to the first checkpoint, and similar distances thereafter.

As usual, it seemed to be a big, long, flat, straight distance at the start of the stage, with some cracking comments in the route book “small stony hill”, “end of hill”, “becoming sandy before dunes”, and then at 6.5km, “dunes start”.  Nightmare.  The sand in the dunes was incredibly slippery and moved away with every step so it was difficult to make any headway.  I’d started walking with Dani and Mia again, plus an Australian lady who’s name i can’t remember.  We caught up with the French firemen, who were having a mare pulling the disabled kids (or one of them at least) through the dunes.  I chose to trog on and leave the ladies at this point, as i was feeling pretty good and wanted to make up some ground at an early stage, rather than just drag my feet, which at this stage is what i felt i was doing.

At 9km, we started the rocky ascent of the jebel.  I started walking more quickly as it became massive slabs of rock, and for the first time, i started passing a lot of people.  Quite a few guys in various languages (English, French, Spanish) were cursing the ascent, and struggling with how difficult it was.  I on the other hand, was absolutely loving it, it was just like a training session up Garburn, or Nan Beild, or Gatescarth, or any of the other rocky trails and passes around the Lakes that i’d done repeatedly in my training.  This is one of the few sections, that i can genuinely say i enjoyed in the whole week, and i felt like i flew up the jebel.  I got to the top, and Blue was sat on top, along with loads of photographers and people enjoying the views

I carried on walking along the edge of the ridge of the jebel, and saw a queue next to a rope, on the way down.  The view from here was incredible, runners stretched out into the distance, like tiny specks as far as the eye could see into the hazy distance.  I could see CP1 about 1km away, with a bunch of ants moving towards it across the valley bottom.  There were stacks of photographers and film crew taking pics of us all moving across the jebel ridge, and down to the top of a rope that stretched over a section of rocks.  It was busy with people stopped enjoying the view, hydrating and scoffing,  but i carried on to the queue and grabbed the rope.  After slipping down the first section, there was another two sections of rope, but these just covered a PROPER steep section of sand.  One guy at the bottom of the rope stumbled, fell and yanked the rope round which made it quite painful for everyone higher up still hanging on.  With a shout of ‘sorry guys’, he was off.  Sod it, i thought and let go of the rope and jumped!  It was amazingly liberating experience letting go of the rope and bounding down the sand.  Every time i landed, my foot sank, taking it all the way to the shin in the softer parts.  I jumped my way down, overtaking people struggling their way through the sand.  I got out of the sand section and removed my gaiters, then took off my shoes and emptied out the sand that had got in anyway.  The gaiters were rapidly becoming a bag of crap, and i was getting frustrated with them.  A Geordie voice called over “raidlight mate?  Shite eh, mine died on day two”, and i could only respond with ‘aye mate, not the best’.  Off i trotted down the rocky trail that wound it’s way gradually down to CP1.

On arrival at CP1, i funnelled into the middle of the three queue lines, which were numbered according to race numbers.  The woman in front of me turned and said something like ‘bloody French, three lines, two empty, and we have to queue’ – i was gobsmacked and this was to really annoy me for some time.  Here we were undertaking an amazing experience, and all she could do was moan about a three-person queue and a two minute wait.  I was later to find out that this was a proper annoying woman who was in a tent near us – i’ll leave it there, but she annoyed the crap out of me.  I got my water and walked to some shelter to fill my bottles, before trotting on.  As i got out of the CP, i reached up to my hat for my sunglasses, to find nothing there.  I realised i’d put them on my hat coming up the jebel, then had got hot and taken my hat off for a while, losing the shades in the process.  Gutted.  Thankfully it wasn’t too bright, but i was bothered about the rest of the race.  I picked it up a little bit, even breaking into a trot at one point, until i reached a familiar figure trudging along in the distance and realised it was Peter who i’d sat next to on the bus on the way to the desert.  I recounted the story of annoying lady and he laughed, telling me that he was the cause of the ‘queue’, as he couldn’t find his card to be stamped for water.  I also had a moan about my glasses, and he said he had a spare pair in his pack i could have.  He’d been advised by Rory Coleman to take a spare pair in case he lost them, or for some other idiot he might have the misfortune to meet who’d lost theirs!  We got on with a good chat for the next few k’s until we reached a RIVER!!  This was a pretty amazing sight, as some people had stripped off and were floating in the water, while others washed off, and others still just carried straight on.  We navigated our way across the rocks, trying not to get our feet wet.  About half way across i heard cheers and clapping and turned to find the race leaders passing us. Having set off three hours behind us, they were passing us at 18k!  Amazing.  They seemed to be skipping across the sand, and then leaping across the rocks across the river.  Some plank had stopped on a rock and blocked the passing of one of them, who had to leap into the river and then skip back out and onto the bank. Turns out this was the guy who was due to be in the lead up until the end of this stage, but more on that later.We trogged our way along the track, with more of the ‘fasty’s’ passing us, including the first of the women.  Gradually, we made our way to CP2.  I had acquired some more blister action, so asked Peter if it was ok to spend some time at the CP getting them sorted.  This was to be my first encounter with the awesome Anais, who sorted my blisters out and then sent me on my way with a ‘courage, bonne chance, until later’.  Peter had been sorting his water out and a couple of other things in the tent next to Doc Trotter.  Off we moved again, and chuntering away to each other, we passed the miles, until catching up with Mia and Dani again (or did they catch us!).  Either way, they stopped by Doc Trotter at a ruined fort that the medic said was 15th century. 

Shortly after, a Dutch girl caught up with us, not looking at all well.  She stopped and bent over, so i asked if she was ok.  She said that she’d had sickness and diarrhoea since the start of the event but she was ok and didn’t need help.  About a hundred metres down the track, she bent over and started retching and didn’t look at all well.  I could see a truck up ahead so i started walking towards it with my poles in the air making a ‘V’ as we’d been instructed.  The truck stopped some way off and a guy hopped out, and attached a fluorescent fishing light to one of the way markers.  He saw me, and hopped back in to the truck and drove towards us.  Peter had stayed with the dutch girl so i wandered back up the track with the truck following me, while i explained to the driver what was happening.  He was in the truck on his own without a Doc though which was unusual.  We stopped beside the Dutch girl and he hopped out and had a brief chat.  He asked if she wanted a doctor, but she said that she was fine, and after a couple of minutes she seemed ok again and carried on.  Peter and I shrugged at each other and followed on.

Along the way, we started seeing that all the way markers now had the fluorescent markers attached, and with a quick look at the watch, i realised it was approaching nightfall.  We made it into CP3, and got our headtorches out of our packs.  We then walked slowly out of the final checkpoint.  A couple of k outside the CP, Peter suddenly shouted ‘what the fuck is that!’, i turned and said what.  He kept pointing his finger, then his headtorch, at something moving really quickly across the floor, and eventually i caught a shape in my own headtorch.  ‘Camel spider!’ I shouted, reaching for my camera.  The next couple of minutes resulted in my trying desperately to catch a photo of this tiny, but incredibly quick, thing moving around the desert.  It was obvious that it didn’t want to be in the light of our headtorches, but i got the shot eventually.  I’m not entirely convinced that it was a camel spider, but it was a scary looking beast regardless.  Night had truly fallen by the time i had the picture and it was pitch black, except for the dozens of head torches in front and behind us.  We moved off hard packed trail and onto sand, and started climbing dunes.  We could see head torches stretching far into the distance ahead of us, and the little way markers showed us the way.  This was to be the start of a total of 2 hours climbing up the massive sand dunes.  Trying to find the best route through the dunes and over the ridges proved almost impossible and on occasion i found myself confronted with about a foot of sand over the top of my head.  This meant jamming my walking poles into the sand, and swinging a leg over the ridge while hauling myself over.  It felt more like climbing at some stages, using the poles as ice axes.  At this stage, the line of torches started to disperse over a wider area as people tried to find easier routes.

The climb flattened out a little bit and i smelt smoke.  Shortly after, we came across a group of Berber tents, and then passed some people sat on mats smoking and watching as everyone passed.  I thought that this was a bit surreal, but as we emerged from the camp, i could see one of the way markers moving around. I’d expected a bit of hallucinating after an experience in the Lakeland50 when i saw frogs, but hadn’t quite thought it would be this early.  Moments later i was reassured when Peter asked if i could see it moving.  As we got closer, we could see the marker swinging around in the air, closer still and we could see someone walking along behind it.  Then we realised that a local lad had picked up the marker, attached to some string and was swinging it around in the air.  Whilst this was entertaining, it was a bit disconcerting as we couldn’t see the next marker.  We’d been warned that this sometimes happened as locals nicked the way markers.  Thankfully we had a huge line of head torches to follow through the darkness.  We started climbing yet again, before moving along a huge ridge line and then the ground started to flatten out again.  The footing changed from sand to gravelly trail and the going became a bit easier.  Just as the footing got easier, we heard a strange crack and crackle behind us and turned to see a red flare flying up into the sky.  It was a pretty awful feeling to know that potentially someone was in enough trouble behind us to have set off their flare.  As we carried on walking, we could see lights coming toward us, then a truck pulled alongside.  The driver asked if we knew where the flare had been set off, but we could only reply by saying sorry, it was somewhere behind us.  Shortly after that, as we continued on the long walk to CP4, we saw the Dutch girl lying down beside one of the trucks, with a doctor attending to her.  I’m not sure what happened, as we didn’t see her again after this.

We seemed to round a bit of a corner on the track, and suddenly could see a huge green line in the sky.  This was our first view of the laser that was fired across the desert to guide us in from CP4 to CP5.  We knew it couldn’t be far to CP4 now, but it seemed an absolute age.  After a short while, we could see truck headlights heading down a track to our right, and then we could see the inflatable markers that signified the checkpoint ahead.  Peter agreed that we’d get our head down for a couple of hours in the checkpoint and potentially have some food.  When we arrive into CP4, we could see a number of tents, and we split up to try and find space to get our heads down.  It was quite windy by now, and it felt quite exposed so it was good to find some shelter in one of the tents.  We eventually found two spaces in one of the tents and got our kit out.  Peter started preparing some food before we got our heads down for a sleep.  One of the checkpoint staff came round and asked if we could shift our gear closer together so that another runner could sleep next to us.  Grumpy Peter responded by asking where he was supposed to sleep.  After a terse exchange, Peter moved his kit so that the other runner could get in the tent.  I unpacked my sleeping bag and got in, putting my feet up on my pack.  Peter set an alarm for 2am (it was now midnight) and we settled down.  I was right  in the side of the tent, so it sloped down almost over my face which was a bit disconcerting at first, but i was too knackered to care, and i quickly sank into sleep.

Only moments later, i was awoken with a feeling of agony in my feet.  I opened my eyes to find a guy shaking my feet, the only words i could manage were ‘aaaargh’, whilst Peter awoke and said ‘what the fuck are you doing’, an American accented voice responded saying ‘sorry, my mistake’.  I didn’t have any trouble getting back off to sleep, and it seemed only moments later that Peter was shaking my shoulder and urging me to wake up. It felt like i raised my head once to emerge from sleep, then i opened my eyes and raised it again and actually lifted my head to look around.  Peter was cooking something to eat and appeared to be mostly packed, as i got myself together and sorted stuff out.  I couldn’t eat as i felt so sick.  Thoughts whirling round my head were about quitting.  What was i doing? Why was i doing this?  I felt awful, it was 2am, i was in the Sahara, and i still had over 32k to go.

I’m quitting, I’m quitting, I’m quitting.  Get out of sleeping bag.  I’m quitting, I’m quitting, I’m quitting.  Sleeping bag into stuff sack. I’m quitting, I’m quitting, I’m quitting. Stuff sack into rucksack. I’m quitting, I’m quitting, I’m quitting. Rucksack on back. I’m quitting, I’m quitting, I’m quitting. Head torch on. I’m quitting, I’m quitting, I’m quitting. Let’s move says Peter.  And we’re off.  ‘Peter, this is as much for my benefit as for yours, but whatever happens, we don’t quit in the night, because as soon as the sun comes up the world is a less scary place’.  This was the second time i had this sort of experience and i still don’t understand it as i write this weeks after the event.  How we can consciously want to quit so much, but still everything physically moves us on towards achieving what we’ve set out to do.  I think it’s an incredible example of what human beings are capable of, and explains a lot about how people survive in life-threatening situations – not that I’m claiming my life was threatened at all during this adventure.

Next bit to come very soon!

Climbing up the jebel

Climbing up the jebel

Jumping off the jebel!

Jumping off the jebel!

The River

The River

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Weigh out in front………

Well Chris has done it again posting another loss this week to put him way out in front.

I’ve stayed static which is amazing given I had a large weekend socialising in London whereas both Glyn & Wayne both posting gains this week.

Weigh out front

Are we going to be able to catch Chadders before the end of June, be sure to follow us and the waheyin over the coming months……..

Instalment 5 – where it goes a LITTLE bit wrong…

Tuesday 10th April – Stage 3, 35 km or 21.7 miles

Same ritual, up at 5ish, try and slumber for another hour while Ash and Paul get their breakfast.  Wake up, sort breakfast.  Big difference today though, i feel that i can do this.  We’ve only got 22 miles to do today, nice easy day in advance of the long one.  I had some blistering on my feet, that i hadn’t had time to sort the evening before due to my late arrival.  I decided i’d make a visit to Doc Trotter at CP1, as it was only 12k and was pretty easy terrain to there, although the words ‘false flat ascent’ in the route book were to become apparent and a bit of an understatement.  Mark D and I said we’d walk together to start off with and did this to CP1.  I popped to Doc Trotter and got my socks off.  Medic asked me to wash my feet with a mix of water and TCP (or similar), which i did, then i showed him what i had – a blister on my right big toe and another on my left big toe.  While he was looking at my feet, he pointed out that i had blisters on both little toes too, as well as one under the ankle of my left foot.  Standard procedure for Doc Trotter with blisters mid-stage – slit blisters with razor blade, drain, inject zinc oxide after looking in your eyes and stating ‘this might burn’, then dress, then nod to runner and said ‘bonne chance’ or ‘bon courage’ or similar.  Runner says thanks, puts socks on, grimaces when putting shoes on, then off you trot.  Mark and I made our way from CP1 to the top of Zireg and saw a dune field ahead or, as the route book describes ‘succession of sandy rises and dips to Km 17’.  We descended from Zireg and down to the dune field and started crossing.  The heat rose as we made our way through the sand.  Mark turned to me and said ‘OK Wayne? I can’t f***ing hear you, as I’ve got my ipod in’, and off he went.  I whispered ‘no mate, i don’t feel well’, and tried desperately to catch up. Five minutes later, Mark turned and shouted ‘Ok Wayne?’ then turned and went on. ‘No mate’ i said to myself, and watched him slowly disappear into the distance.  I didn’t feel right.  And i remembered Rose’s face the previous day on the dried up lake.  It didn’t sink in at the time what was wrong but i knew i needed help.  In the distance was a 4×4 with the medic stood outside, watching competitors go past.  I put some effort into getting to them in order to ask for help.  I got within 100 meters or so, and the medic turned, opened the door, hopped in the truck, and they drove off.  Marvellous.  They stopped again about a half mile away, so i gritted my teeth and dug in, and trudged on.  As i was approaching, the medic turned again, to get into the vehicle, crap. ‘STOP!’, the medic turned round and walked towards me.  ‘are you ok’? she said, ‘no, i don’t feel well’ i said.  She led me round to the sheltered side of the truck and sat me down, taking hold of my arm to support me.  What’s the matter, she asked.  I just don’t feel very well was my response.  She took my water bottle from my hand (one of the 1.5 litre ones, from the last CP), and tipped some diarolyte in it.  Drink, she said as she handed it back.  So i drank a little. Quicker, she said. So i drank a little, and a little more, then retched. More, she said. More i drank, then i retched.  Here, she said, and gave me a little pill.  For the nausea, said another medic that had just arrived.  I took the pill, and drank a little, then retched. More, said medic number two, you need to drink quicker she said. So i took a good glug, then retched again.  One medic under each arm, and i was being marched/dragged towards the only tree visible in the sahara (that’s my story and i’m sticking to it).  By this time, another vehicle had arrived, and the medic (a dentist?!) was attending to the tree, moving bits out of the way, as these ones were bristly, spiky beasts that could do some injury. My two escorts asked me to lie under the tree, then one of them said ‘this will scratch and sting’. What will dammit?!  Ah, the needle in your hand, that’s now in my arm…

Then needle was in arm, bag hung in tree, tube from bag to needle, and i was having an intravenous drip.  I decided it might be a good time for a snooze…

When i opened my eyes, the angel that is Steve was stood there, with a halo (sun behind his head) ‘what the f**k’s happened Wayne’ (not sure he swore, but it adds to the story).

‘I dunno Steve, i just feel ill, can i go home?’.

‘you’ll feel better after this mate’ (exchange in French) ‘you’re having three bags of salt and two of sugar, after that you’ll feel better, you’ll probably start feeling better on bag number four, you’re on three now, when we’re done you’ll probably want to pee a lot as it’s five bags straight where it counts, and you need to think about what you want to eat, you wont want to eat at the moment, but you need to, when you’re done here, you’ll feel great, you’ll fly to the finish’, and, sleep….

‘how you feeling mate’, says Angel Steve

‘well i don’t want to home anymore, so i suppose i’m better’

‘you’re on bag number four now, one more to go’

I looked up and saw the drip hanging in the tree by a contraption cobbled together by some paracord and what looked like a carabiner.  I thought it looked pretty cool, so out came the camera, and i snapped a pic.  Steve asked if i wanted a pic of me, and then Doc Trotter picked the camera from my hand and snapped a couple.  Steve and I were laughing ‘bloody Doc Trotter, stuck needle in my arm, then nicked my camera and took pics of me to add insult to injury’

Then Pablo arrived, the crazy Italian that’s done the Marathon des Sables about 23 times and was very popular with the medics it seemed.  He was trying to get rid of an empty can of Heineken, as he’d just drunk it on top of the jebel.  He asked the medics if they had anything to drink and they began joking about having wine and cheese especially for him.  Bizarrely i think this conversation happened in French and i understood it all.  Then Pablo went and i phased out….

When i woke up, some guy was standing there saying ‘you know it’s a two-hour penalty for having a drip mate’, and Steve responded bluntly with ‘yeah but it’s better than the alternative isn’t it’.  The staff didn’t appear to like this guy much, and i was to find out why a short while later on.  I can’t say i liked him much either, but that story’s to come.

Five minutes later, and my bladder was bursting

‘i need to pee’

‘now?’ said medic

‘no, i can wait until you’re finished’ – bad idea, my bladder nearly exploded by the time the fifth bag had gone in!  Medic took needle out my arm, and strapped some cotton wool on to stop the bleeding.  ‘stand’ said medic #2.  ‘how do you feel’ said Steve.  ‘dizzy. And in dire need of a pee’ i said as i wandered off towards a bush. ‘No’, shouted the medic, ‘other way’.  Then exchange in French, which presumably indicated i was going to urinate, which i promptly did, for about fifteen minutes.  Then i wandered back towards towards the vehicles.  ‘off you go, 18k’, said medic – and pointed down the track. So off i went…

I felt INCREDIBLE, and was rocking along the track.  I caught up with two guys that i found out were called Aaron and Dave and said hi.  I walked alongside them for a while and realised that Aaron was the guy that had helpfully reminded me about the time penalty for the drip.  They were both discussing how, with 18k to go, we couldn’t finish before the cut-off.  I felt really disheartened and disappointed, i couldn’t believe that i would be pulled for being so slow, particularly after having just spent 1.5 hours under a tree with a drip.  But shit happens, nothing i could do about it except trudge on to the next CP.  Then a 4×4 drove up fast behind and slowed down alongside.  The window came down and a head popped out ‘4k guys, we got it wrong, it’s only 4k until the next CP’.  That meant 4k to the next CP, and another 10k to the finish.  I did some quick maths, which is never my strong point, and i figured i could make it, and live to fight another day.  AWESOME!  Aaron said that it didn’t matter, he was going slowly and would wait around at the next checkpoint so they would be pulled/disqualified from the race.  I decided that i couldn’t be bothered with their losing, negative attitude and i got my head down and walked a load quicker, gradually pulling away from them.  I decided that i would put everything into finishing as fast as i could, bearing in mind that the terrain and pack weight mixed with the continued heat, meant that i was doing some fast walking.  I couldn’t bear the thought of being pulled from the race having not put all of my energy and motivation into finishing.  So off i went, with Steve’s words ringing in my ears ‘you’ll fly to the finish’…

Trotting along down the track, then up a mini-jebel, then launching myself off down the sand, i spotted the next CP in the distance.  Then i heard cheering and shouts of ‘Courage’, and ‘Bonne chance’ from above, and looked to see a bunch of staff from the CP cheering me on.  Having a little blub, and feeling incredibly proud, i trotted on to the CP and grabbed my water.  It was across another dried up lake bed then, which was difficult due to the sand being blown across.  Part-way across was Blue, and the pilot was shouting and gesturing ‘gauche, gauche’, so i looked up to see the route markers some way to my left.  I whistled to Pablo, who was around 200m ahead of me.  When he turned his head, i gestured, and he waved to acknowledge me, before moving across to pick up the route.  Shortly after, i passed Pablo and he muttered his thanks.  Next to reel in, were the two guys ahead in pink gaiters – hereafter known as the Pink Gaiter Brigade, who i passed just before the end of the lake.  Then we were onto a ‘road’, and i use the term lightly, which led to an incredible oasis, and an auberge, where the darbaroud staff appeared to be congregating for beers and ice cream (or so i dreamed).

I knew that it wasn’t far to go now, only probably a matter of about three miles, and at least there was plenty of scenery to keep me occupied as i trogged along.  I passed a dilapidated building, with a teddy sat on a ruined wall, and a load of abandoned clothes on the wall.  I wondered what had happened to the people who had once lived there, and stopped to take a couple of pictures before carrying on.  Then i heard a noise behind me and turned to see a three or four year old girl stood in the doorway of the ‘house’.  This was one of the many times that i was struck by the poverty (or apparent poverty) that existed in Morocco, and many of us talked about how people managed to survive or scrape a living in the landscape we were running through.

I carried on along the track and saw the camp in the distance through a sand haze and wondered whether we would be experiencing a sand storm later.  I made it to the end, to rapturous applause (or maybe that’s part of my exaggeration again), and went through the usual processing.  Grabbed my cardboard cup of Sultan tea, have a bit of a drink, wander to the truck for my issue of 4.5 litres water, but this time, i asked them to put two bottles into my rucksack for me – such a genius!.  This left me to carry my tea, and another bottle of water back to the tent.  Wandering back, i got a bit overwhelmed again by everyone congratulating me for being such a slow coach, and felt so proud about what i’d achieved despite a rough day.

Back at the tent, and everyone said they’d be concerned again, which was worsened by the story i then told.  I was really unfair about telling everyone that Mark deserted me, and i hope that he’s seen the jest in what has now become my standard story of events!  I think that this was also the day that Mark R had ended up collapsing at the finish line and ended up in the doc trotter tent for a bit.  The start of the “have you ever had a drip, under a tree, in the sahara? No? Then don’t talk to me about hardcore!” story commenced.

Feed time and i had an awesome chicken korma with rice, followed by rice pudding with cinnamon, and a peperami (not together).  Rich started what was to become a long running joke, by complaining that he had spag bol again, and he hated spag bol.  It seemed that he’d not packed much other than spag bol though!

After scoff, we were having a bit of banter and i started to get worried again about the event, and the next day that was looming.  I got a bit overwhelmed by the distance again, and after i’d fucked up so royally by getting dehydrated, everything was bothering me about drinking enough water, and taking enough salt tablets.

As expected when i’d been coming into the finish, the wind started increasing, and the air started filling with sand.  We tucked into our sleeping bags and tried to cover our exposed skin, which included buffs up over our faces.  I tried to take a few pics of the guys in the tent lying there with eyes closed while we got whipped with the sand.  As i was taking the pics, i could see that we were slowly getting covered with a layer of sand, and i could taste it in my mouth,  We hadn’t quite figured out how to pull the tent front and back down by this stage, so the wind was still blasting through

(In the pic shown with us all tucked up, it’s still daytime, and the flecks in the air are sand, as we were slowly coated)

After a while the wind calmed down, and the sand slowly sank, covering us even more, and the taste of sand and dryness in the mouth was incredible.  I needed to drink if only to wash out some of the sand, but it was SO cold it was unreal.  I could see my breath and reckon it was probably down to about 2 degrees C.  During the night i woke up many times feeling really really cold and shivering almost uncontrollably.  The buff now came in useful to try and keep me warm, rather than just protect me from the sand.  Wriggling down into the sleeping bag, i slept fitfully until the sun came up….

As I write this, I am referring to all the stages of the route book as I go along.  As i opened this stage, a small, perfectly pressed and incredibly dead fly fell out of the pages! ImageImageImage

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