Tuesday 2 December 2014

August Challenge: The Great Yorkshire River Run - Day 2 (Ripon to Selby)

Greetings from Newby Hall
Another, just after 5.30, start. Slightly groggy, mild stiffness, but pretty good for having done over 61m in the last two days. I spent a bit of time looking at feet, some swelling and a large blister under the ball of each foot, almost to toes. Not an easy spot to put a compeed and make it stick. I did my best, but I didn't feel they would stick. Mild relief that no more blisters or other problems really.


Tranquility of the Ure, south of Ripon
Mark was up not long after and we had breakfast; tea, cereal and toast for me. Mark was also kind enough to knock me up a ham sandwich for the road Mark would also be joining me for a cameo for the first few miles today, but then would be heading back home as he was going out for the day with family and would also need to retrieve his Car from Garsdale.

At about 7.15am we were out the door and walked down the windy road out of the village. The pack felt ok, if anything it would be fractionally lighter today as I'd eaten some food from it yesterday. Onto the main road into Ripon, past the race course and we had a jog, before hitting the Ripon canal towpath and passing Ripon marina. This is a nice pleasant section of running on gravelly path, which after a few miles brought us to the junction of the canal and river Ure.
History to swell my brain, but not as
much as the roads swole my feet!

We followed the now, easy flowing, widening river along wet grass paths - rain overnight - and through some slightly overgrowing foliage, which meant that pace was slowed down to walking again. Feet felt a bit sore and uneven footplants seemed to tear at the bottom of my feet. Again I tried not to dwell on the distance remaining today and over the week with already breaking feet.

We reached the river bank section across the river from Newby Hall and took some pictures of the great view of river, gardens and hall. Then I said my thanks to and we said our good byes as Mark was now heading back and I had a day of about 40m still left. I thought it would be interesting to see how I coped with my change in status to lone runner. I don't do too badly in solitude and have done challenges all alone before, but after having a sociable long run yesterday the format was now quite changed for the remainder.


Rural Toll bridge over the Ure
Onwards and following the river bank, more wet grass and foliage, but a really pleasant river bank section overall. I also managed to have a 'comfort' break, which was something else that had been bothering me the last few miles. Before not too long I'd passed through Roecliffe and onto road, crossing under the A1 before entering Boroughbridge. A bit of road helped ease my foot worries as I could rely on more even footfalls and get a move on, which was desired as with a shorter day today I hoped to finish a good few hours earlier and have more time to relax tonight.

More toll bridge action...
Through the roman town of Aldborough and I now enjoyed a couple of faster miles on quiet lanes. There was a brief interruption from a "farmed over" footpath crossing field and overgrown field edge top get me wet and tear at my feet. Then respite on road through a small village to join a nice firm and trod field crossing path to bring me into Great Ouseburn and nearly 14m in the bag - moving along nicely at over 4mph and legs feeling pretty good.

Through the village and a left turn to follow a fast-trafficked road and cross the Aldwark toll bridge over the Ure. I think the traffic moved fast along this road knowing that the bolted wooden-decked bridge was single track and the one guy taking tolls wasn't exactly in a rush.


A grassy carpet near
Benningbrough hall
Along another quite-fast trafficked b-road I rounded the RAF airfield before entering Linton-on-Ouse. I had also just passed a bend in the river where the River Ure became the River Ouse. I stopped to enjoy my sandwiches and nibble on a posh trail mix - from Poundland - including chocolate covered peanuts and raisins. Today would be a bit of a split-lunch day as fancied this now and would be passing through York later where there should be plenty of options for a top-up.

Following the large bends of the Ouse I was back on grassy trail on a path around Benningbrough hall, then into rough and muchly overgrown paths for a few miles. The path widened and became more foliage free after awhile, but this couldn't stop a 'bad patch' as I had to negotiate cows on thin strip of land between fence and river, which meant the damn things kept running along with me. It also started raining a bit.


On the way into York
This annoyance and my general cow-phobia when running tired meant I came off this path and took a sneaky detour through a farmyard (naughty) to cut through the village of Overton. Then when through the village I followed a track to rejoin river which had bent around to meet me.

I now followed the Ouse on a short section of hit and miss paths before getting closer to York where I joined the 'cycle trail 65' which links to the transpennine trail and assured me the option of solid path and easy running into York. It was quite nice to run into the city this way and see 'people' and activities along the riverbank.

Into the city centre and I detoured my smelly-ass into the shopping 'maze' of York and well-dressed shoppers. I grabbed a Greggs (again) sandwich and cola as well as a water bottle so I could top-up my twin bottles of chia charge and water with electrolytes. I probably looked odd hunching at the edge of the street filling up bottles placed on the floor with water and strange powders and tablets!


Whats all this "selfie" craze? people go on about it as if its a trendy new thing. But,
anti-social, long distance runners have been doing it for years as they often have
nobody to take pictures of their ugly and tired - to a state-off-almost-cross-eyed-ness - mugs!

Back to the river and I crossed to the east bank whilst eating and walked/ran along the tree-lined path beyond the millennium bridge - another rain shower started - and turned off to pass the old Terry's factory with its iconic clock tower and then around most of and across the race course (taking marshalls advice crossing track as it was a race day).

The Terry's factory
After crossing under the A64, this led me to a cycle path on an old railway line offering tarmac much of the way to Selby on a long and fairly straight section. Good for progress, but the lack of variety might well do my head in. But now the sun was out and there were distractions such as a scale 'solar system' with the sun statue at the start of the path and then planets located along the next 10k to mark the scale of the galaxy - the inner planets all being a few hundred metres apart, then outer ones being km or more.

Sol to Pluto in 10k
 Harder surfaces, which had been respite for the blisters were now presenting their own issues though as my battered feet and lower legs started to feel more-and-more swollen throughout this day. Where possible I'd take a parallel softer path or run on the intermittent softer bridleway alongside this cycle path.


Modern sculpture on an old
railway bridge over the Ouse
The footpath hit the A19 at Riccall and my route took me through here. In fact my planned route now detoured me east across the river again and through a few more villages. But with extra miles already in the bag I decided to follow the more direct route paralleling the A19 on a grassy path, then taking a road off and riverside path (on flood embankment) as it followed a few more bends towards Selby. These remaining miles of trail were mostly unchallenging terrain, not ripping or battering my feet and the river soon delivered me past industrial works and into Selby.


The Ouse, nearing Selby
As the day cooled into the evening I walked through the town centre, grabbing a milk drink to keep hunger at bay a bit longer and located my B&B for the nights stop. A spacious room was much welcome so I could spread out my kit and lay down awhile whilst I went through my mental list of what I needed to do. It was nice to be finished earlier in the day after 10hrs58 on the go and 44.2m covered. And not far off 3 hours earlier than yesterday!


Industrial monoliths on the way into Selby
The rest of the evening consisted of shower, dressing in spare kit and hobbling down the road in the cool evening air to the Wetherspoons I saw on the way through the centre. A pint of cider and double-Mexican burger with chips really hit the spot and I had a bit more time this night to catch up on calls, messages and other normal things.



A good, but different day to the last, mostly flat, more hard surface and as such my feet and leg joints were definitely more stiff and swollen than 24 hours ago. But, undefeated I was able to relax into sleep.

Tuesday 25 November 2014

August Challenge: The Great Yorkshire River Run - Day 1 (Garsdale to Ripon)

Good morning Wensleydale!
For this first big day I was up just after 5.30am, which isn't that much of a shock as I'm up at 6 most days. As Mark and I would be setting out before breakfast the owners had left cereal, OJ and milk in fridge. I got some granola down and got packed up. 7:02 out the door. It was a cool start, despite sunny spells I was in thin baselayer and wind-jacket at first. Nice opening section undulating along the north-bank of the fledgling river Ure on an often faint path in the rugged western bit of Wensleydale amongst the higher hills of the dale.


The 'wild' west of Wensleydale
We crossed the river and main dale road at Thwaite Bridge and followed farm tracks and more undulating grassy paths. A first nervous moment passing cows with calves but no other issues. Jacket was off before Hawes as the sun came out. Grabbed a pasty in Hawes bakery for brunch. Then north along road passing big bends in river and joining a b-road part way up the north-bank of the dale and following west. All good so far and a lovely sunny and slightly cool day. We joined the old railway bank path to Askrigg. Through the pretty village (think 'All Creature Great and Small' from 80's) and we moved further up north-bank of dale to follow a higher-level track through old lead mine and a generally scarred area of mid-dale, still some big hills enclosing us but not the same scale as where we started and slightly more populated areas in dale below.


A lonely postcode
This path took us to Castle Bolton and Redmire - where the Wensleydale railway ends (line used to go a lot further west into dale). Now moving into the wider and lower-hill flanked east of dale we followed decent tracks through working plantations, woodlands, passed grand houses into Wensley. We bypassed the larger settlement of Leyburn and crossed the Ure at 'tower flanked' Middleham bridge.


Askrigg
Into Middleham and its lunchtime. loads of pubs (for all the stable lads and lasses to relax in this race-horse town), but not great for on the go food is our first impression. I got a pretty dry packet sandwich from a shop and a fizzy drink and some water to top up my bottles. I only noticed nice sandwich shop on the way out of town (DOH!).

We passed impressive Middleham castle ruins. A little walk to get going again, legs pretty good for over a marathon done. If anything just a little stiff from plod mode. A few hotspots on feet though, not good! Over some grassy land and along River Cover for awhile, which then feeds into Ure. Some nice riverbank running on what has been a greatly varied route so far. Good track passed Jervaulx abbey. Then a few slightly frustrating miles trying to follow little used paths through farming land over small hills.


...need I say more
Hitting the A6108 into Masham, for first time in day I'm feeling a little fed up as still many miles to go and feet are worrying me. A pick-me-up for me and Mark in Masham as we get to append our meagre Middleham lunch with salty chips in the fish and chip shop which opened at 4.30pm as we arrived. Washed that down with a fizzy drink from co-op.

Being buoyed by the food was almost outweighed
Middleham Castle
by a feeling my feet were probably blistered and still quite a few miles to go today. Taking the road out of a Masham we were now well out of the dale and the surroundings had changed to agricultural and quarrying. We took roads and a few field crossings through several villages. When the route took a field-crossing footpath it was a lottery in this section whether it would be ok running, or a ploughed field, or the gates/stiles in field would be overgrown or not visible. One such stile was invisible at first as completely overgrown by a huge solid plant which was hard to push through and covered us in those sticky, spiky things. But either side of 'the plant' the field footpath was obvious and looked used? These kind of areas can be nearly as tough as hardcore trail moorlands in their effect on tired bodies and time took to pass.



The rivers getting wider...
I was slightly cursing my decision to dog-leg into this area when I could have taken us a shorter southerly route to Ripon. As the day was starting to look like it would finish well into darkness and closer to 60m - than the  initial plotted 54. Which would cutdown on my recovery time quite a lot. But I had a reason to come out this way and it was to visit the tiny village of Sutton Howgrave where my late mother - who I was doing this in memory of and whose charity my fundraising would support - was brought up. Whilst in the village I took a walk around and tried to imagine it in her day.


Sutton Howgrave
After a few more tiring fields and a small detour adding more distance I realised there may be a more direct route for the remainder. And Mark confirmed from his local knowledge that there was. I'd done enough that day not to worry about not visiting a couple more on route villages for no particular reason. So we followed a mostly straight road-based route south to get to Copt Hewick (small village outside of Ripon) and Marks house minutes before darkness at 9 pm and having covered 53 miles.

The spicy Thai curry that Marks wife served up was most welcome, as were a few beers for hydration purposes and a bath. I didn't dwell too long on my blistering feet, deciding to sort them in the morning and try and get some restorative sleep. Overall a really good route for the first 2/3 of the day that I'd recommend to any touring off-road runner.

Monday 24 November 2014

August Challenge: The Great Yorkshire River Run - prologue

July Challenge


As previously mentioned July's challenge was back-to-back long runs of 18 miles and then 30 miles at a fairly challenging pace on mostly off-road routes. As well as for enjoyment I thought these would be a good training peak for the August challenge and confidence booster if I could complete them - in not too bad a state - that more and bigger back-to-back runs weren't beyond me. As it was the 18miles was quite hilly and at a fairly challenging 6mph pace. The 30m the next day was slower at a bit over 5mph, less hilly, but also run in "getting on for uncomfortable" July daytime temperatures above 22c by the middle of my run. I didn't feel too bad after these, if a little de-hydrated, which was a good boost.

Beautiful Dentdale

August - Travelling to the start and prologue run


All I'd need for 4 days?
Tuesday morning after breakfast, dropping the boy at Nursery and saying goodbye to Clare - I packed my gear into my 12L pack: spare shorts, t-shirt, socks; wind-jacket, waterproofs, thin baselayer, warmer baselayer, hat/gloves/spare buff, food, headtorch, phone and garmin charger (good old USB, only needed to carry one plug for two leads, which helped with limited space), tablets/compeeds/first aid stuff, small wash kit, sample size pouch of sun-lotion, small bottle laundry detergent, space shoe lace/string, tissue/soiling bags/wipes, b&b/train instructions, two sets route maps and schedule (places, rough times, mileages).

All went in at a squeeze and not that heavy. Everything else would be worn or picked up on route. I did also have a small bumbag up front with quick access to phone, money/debit card, notepad and just as an extra pocket for food, etc.... I used lots of small and quite thick plastic bags to waterproof everything that I think needed to be.


Some luxury before I go...
Taxi to Hull station (as I packed last minute), train replacement-bus to Selby, train to Leeds to meet my connection with the train to take me on the famously scenic settle-Carlisle railway. I'd stocked up with a veggie flatbread and drink from Greggs at Hull for lunch and basically was nibbling all day on things like cereal bars. Lovely railway journey, you don't get much of a view of the glorious ribblehead viaduct on train as your going over it, but the section through the Yorkshire 3-peaks area is pretty impressive, though I'd say the high-level traverse through Dentdale at the other side of the tunnel trumps it! Emerging into the next dale I was off at Garsdale (West end of Wensleydale) at 2pm and picked up by the B&b owner who also does local taxiing.

The B&B was only a mile away and apart from pub next door its a pretty remote road pass halfway between Hawes and Sedbergh. B&B more luxurious than needed, but an ideal spot for my challenge. So I made use of the amenities, nibbled the complimentary biscuits, cups of tea, then chilled for awhile. Then about 4pm headed out for day 0 run - or as I thought about it in the terms of the big cycling tours my prologue day! The target of the day was to find the source of the River Ure - the first of the 3 adjoining rivers I'd follow for the rest of my journey, or close to it and follow it back as far as the B&B.


Wensleydale
I headed just up the junction road then off through a campsite, upward past a plantation to join a section of pennine bridleway. This undulated and twisted along the hillside passing gills running off the moorland above and lots of shake holes - typical "off the beaten track" dales I thought. After just over a mile north-west along this path I diverged off path at a right angle onto pathless, tussock strewn and sometimes wet moorland. Slow progress up the hill, but found the white stick marking top of the unnamed local peak at 2185 feet (666 metres.... uh ehh!), then I turned slightly west of north and downhill to seek out the earliest trickles I could of the River Ure.

A few hundred metres away I found evidence of water breaking through and tracking back a bit
The River Ure close to its source
could hear a trickle underground - good enough for me as the source or close to. I followed close to the water where I could down the hill, on feint 4x4 tracks or through pathless vegetation to get back down to the pennine bridleway. I then headed back to B&b via slightly different lower paths and road. Good little 8.15m with 1500ft asc and desc. Quite slow due to half of it being pathless moor. Great views from top over valley and neighbouring peaks though.


I made use of the fancy power shower in B&B, but decided to save the complimentary fluffy robe for another day. Washed wet socks, wringed dry and then compressed in towel and hung. Other gear not too wet or dirty yet.  Mark turned up about half 6 having driven up the dale from Ripon. Tomorrow Mark would be running with me back that way, the days after that I was on my own. On B&B owners advice we tried out the Indian restaurant in Kirkby Stephen - about 10 miles north of the B&B. We had a good fill and enjoyed a few beers to finish off the night. In bed before 11pm.


The River Ure a few miles from source


Thursday 20 November 2014

June Challenge: 10 Peaks: The Lakes (short course)

"Oh no, not more of you stupid runners trampling my grass!"
The 10 Peaks - the Lakes (short course) with its mere 30m+ distance, but over 10000ft of Ascent AND Descent on route was always going to be one of the "odd fit" challenges of the year. Afterall, previous to this all year long I've been mostly doing trail runs in my native East Yorkshire, which even when you incorporate some of the paths in the Wolds into training could never be considered mountainous. So this would be a shift from speed and mostly running to preservation over tough climbs and muscle-mauling descents. Without a massive focus on this event and the time to train on rocky Lakeland climbs it was always going to be best endeavours. 

So with last months massive 21 hour run giving me the time on feet endurance I'd need I just tried my best to incorporate more climbs into training runs. This meant knitting together routes in the Wolds with lots of little hills to add up to big overall climb. The thing I couldn't even attempt to replicate though is the rocky nature of the ground I'd find on route in the lakes. The Wolds are comparatively soft-grounded, trail-lite. But by the time I set of to the Lake District the Thursday evening prior to the event I felt I'd given the hill training a good shot in a year where my challenges came thick and fast.

Clare and Isaac were with me for a mini-break in the Lakes, neither had been here before so I thought they really needed to see what its all about. So we stayed in the Kendal Premier Inn, which was a good enough base for family activities over a long weekend. The day before we headed up to Bassenthwaite lake area to the wildlife park. On the way back I registered in Keswick and got my dibber (which Isaac had a few good goes at trying to wrench off my wrist that evening).


"midge food" waiting for the start

The day of the race


I didn't do too bad for sleep the night before. After we settled the excited toddler down for the second time in two nights I disappeared off into the bathroom to get my kit ready where I could have the light on and wouldn't disturb anyone. Up before 4, on the way out walking to my car with bags I saw a few people still returning home from their Friday night out.

The early morning drive along a quiet - comparatively to the previous day - A591 was a joy to start the day with. Winding past Windermere, Thirlmere lakes and many quiet mountains, oblivious to the presence of those below, who would be trekking up them in numbers later today, for now. I arrived at a pretty quiet race HQ at about 5am. Although quite a number of people would be doing the 3 event distances, the 'long' eventers (73km) had already been bussed off for their 5am start and the 'Xtreme' eventers (100km) had set off from here at 4am! So it was just a few dozen nervous looking people here at this point.

I was pretty well prepared so was killing time before the bus transport to the start. We arrived at the Swirls Car Park (off A591 at base of Helvellyn) and were immediately and for the next 20 minutes set-upon by midges. After a short race brief I think we were all happy to get away from the ravenous flying-pests.

To Hel(vellyn) and back

The Start and Peak 1 - Views


So the first and longest continual climb of the day came right from the off, which is no bad thing really. And going from Lake level to the top of Helvellyn (3118ft) is a test best approached with fresh legs. The switchback path up isn't for the most part that steep, or difficult to walk, but it is a long way up. After the first 10 minutes or so climbing I'd warmed sufficiently for the jacket to come off. Somewhere after 2000ft we were into cloud and I soon cooled again as slight wind was present too bringing temperatures well down into singl-figures. I half thought I should stop again to jacket up, but instead concentrated on working hard to generate heat up the mountainside path.

Onto the ridge path and the route levelled off a bit before the final kick up to the cloud enclosed peak-top - in just over 50 minutes. At the top of each piece is a chip-reader, or 'dib point' which we had to insert the chip-containing, plastic nobble of the wrist band we'd been given - or 'dibber' - into, to record we'd been here. There was one of these atop each peak and at each Checkpoint to stop people missing bits of the route. The dibber would then be downloaded at the end to give us a receipt of our 'splits' (times) between peaks and checkpoints and help generate the results. They are also there for safety reasons in case a lost competitor needs to be tracked back to where last definitely recorded as being on route.

I chatted with a few others on the final part of the way up and for the initial paths down. Including a forces member from Scotland (Steven?), who was under some pressure to get back at a reasonable hour as his car had been playing up on the way down south, so he wanted to see if he could find a garage in Keswick still open once finished. The paths were pretty good running, occasionally steeper and technical, but nothing too taxing ion fresh legs. The views as we emerged from white-out down the winding, stoney-path to lakeside woodlands were fantastic.

I went pretty hard down, as did my Scottish compatriot. We made up a few positions and only lost one to somebody who must have been part-man, part-gazelle, who past us like we almost weren't moving. As we hit woodland above the lake a few of use stopped to decide, "which path?". The path that took a longish and relatively flat out-and-back track 'official' and mapped route to hit the south lake road junction, or the downhill path which the navigator in me thought might be quicker to go down and then follow the road briefly to the junction. I went with the former, but in hindsight I could have been braver here as I think people made up time and places on our small group.

After a good-jog on the long, but-known, route to the road we followed it around south of the lake to the first Checkpoint at Steel End. I grabbed a small mars bar, snickers, gel, some sweets and a water top up to supplement my own packed food and drink that I was drinking/grazing on at half hour intervals.

Bowfell


Peaks 2 and 3 - Soggy ground and lost paths


The route to the next peak was either a long one, or just seemed to take a long time to get there. Probably something of both. I walk/jogged over damp fields following Wyth Burn back towards its beginnings, keeping reasonably close to those in front and behind and feeling the effects of that first descent a bit, coupled with the warmth of the valley as I worked hard though boggy sections. This was also the section where we started to pass many tail-enders tackling the long route - who started from where we did 1 hour before. These guys and girls had a very long day and maybe night still to go as they picked up about 50% extra distance and some tougher peaks on route than we would. The ground improved up towards Green up edge to become more solid grass track running for awhile and to High Raise (2500ft).

What now followed was a descent to cross where Stake Pass climbs between Borrowdale and Langdale and a climb up to peak 3. It was far from straightforward going in reality and the first place on-route today where a recce would have been really useful. A few others and myself lost track of the path, which was feint in places and had confusing off-shoots, in the end I cut a fairly direct path down a grassy hillside towards what I thought was Stake Pass in the distance, but without losing unnecessary height. I lost track of various others around who went on a wider arc losing less height or maybe straighter but lower.

Nevertheless as I climbed a bit back up over to the more obvious path which had appeared towards Stake Pass I'd made ground on others so was pretty happy with the result. I now countoured around a peak before being joined by a southern bloke (I forget the name of now), on the ascent of Bowfell, who I'd made some ground on with my lucky route choice. We chatted for awhile on the way up about the event and long stuff we'd done, he was a southerner who spent quite a bit of time in the lakes and seemingly knew his routes and was a brave descender.

Bowfell (2960ft) is quite an impressive and towering beast "scowling" down into Langdale. From Stake pass it didn't look too scary, but as you get closer you get to appreciate how steep its rocky East face is. The path actually took us almost 180-degrees around the peak before the first of many boulder scrambles today. [Southerner] escaped me on the way up as I slowed to take on some food and then pulled distance on me as we descended.


Wasdale, from Scafell Pike


Ennerdale, from Scafell Pike


Peaks 4 to 8 - Rocks and Blisters


From here on the peaks came relatively thick and fast for awhile. All close together, the challenge being the generally rocky and steep terrain at points between the peaks. Esk Pike (2904ft) was a brief up-and-down away without too much height lost. But despite this I was finding it harder going now with much ascent and descent in the legs already.

The route got busy again now as the short course and long course competitors intermingled. Especially as the last few hundred metres of Bowfell saw an out and back route so you saw all those within about 20 minutes ahead and behind. I passed a few raucous forces lads - discussing something we'd probably all be too tiored to do after do after completing this event - quick-marching the long atop Esk Pike, making up the colourful mix of competitors attracted to the route.

I passed through the high-level Esk hause CP not feeling great, I'd slowed down, was feeling the cold and I'd just grazed my ankle bone stumbling on a rock. These things aside were relative inconvenience and could be sorted - but worse was that I had a huge blister on the heel of both feet. Not something I usually suffer, but the hard, uneven, ground I was up and down on and maybe slightly ill-fitting trainers and perhaps slightly past-their-best socks had conspired against me. This meant that an rocky ground and an descending was at best uncomfortable and at worst painful. I also didn't much fancy eating anything from mny bag or at the CP so I stopped to put my jacket back on to keep some warmth-in/cold-out and grabbed an unusual citrus flavoured gel.

As I climbed away from the CPI briefly cheered up with the zingy-taste and energy hit of the gel and my body warming as I worked uphill. My good mood was soon put in check though as I realised I'd missed a turn to go up Great End (2986ft) and on my current course would end up at the next peak and I'd have to come back. I kicked myself a few times, but then worked hard taking a steep, but thankfully not dangerous, calve-burning direct route from Calf Cove to the rocky peak top.

I was starting to see at this point that any thought I'd have at being close to 8 hours for this event were ambitious and would be undone by my slow progress on these more technical and rocky sections. Peaks 6 and 7 - Ill Crag (3068ft) Broad Crag (3064ft) - were little higher than Great End, but between each one was primarily a walk-up and down the boulder-piled tops from the path a few hundred feet each time. It's not all bad though, the views from these tops over to nearby Scafell Pike (3210ft) were worth it all!

Approaching the climb - scree-ish at first then boulder hop - to the top of the highest peak in England I got to see [Southerners] descending skills as he had double-backed on route from Scafell Pike to pick up the 'corridor route' to the next peak and was coming fast down the loose path. He must have been moving well as he'd picked up a good bit of time on me since Bowfell, no doubt aided by gutsy scree-descents like this.

I hauled myself up Scafell pike and amongst the throngs of other event runners and day-mountain walkers alike I stopped for a snack and to take advantage of a clear view from the top to take picture. As I got going again, myself and an [American] competitor tried to find a good way to the 'corridor route', I wasn't aided by the blisters on quite steep descent and not knowing quite where I was going (another point where a recce would have come in handy). Still, at least I wasn't on the Long or Xtreme routes who had to head the opposite direction from Scafell Pike and take potentially tricky terrain options to its near neighbour Scafell.

Peak 9 - "....ya big evil bugger"


I found the corridor path and as it undulated through, clinging to the stunning mountain-scape I found I once again had some energy to run a few bits where terrain allowed. probably down to the amount of walking I'd done in the last ten miles.

Soon at Sty Head pass and the only way was up again, for what was probably the second biggest and probably most tiring climb of the day for my route. Due to the size of this climb a number of runners who hadn't appeared to be anywhere near ahead and behind all of a sudden seemed quite close on the tough path of switch-backs and then later (more) rock and boulder 'clambering' up the big rock. I got a bit of a head of steam on going up here, catching [American] and passing from the short event and passing several from the 'long' event too. Nevertheless, I was definitely muttering "Great Gable ya big evil bugger" or something like that at regular intervals at my calves and quads moaned and groaned at me.

Great Gable (2949ft) - I topped out and my recent good mood soon changed to one of confusion. Amongst the rocks of the top I couldn't see the right way down to get to the next Checkpoint. And having not been up this peak for some time and only once in my life this was one place a recce would definitely have benefitted me! I aborted on seriously steep and scree-ish route off the south-west and moved across to the western face, seeing eventers and day-hikers going that way.

But sometimes, following others isn't better than trusting own judgement. And these guys led me onto a rocky gulley descent that wasn't much less scary than my initial choice. At least in my near-panic and complete inability to descend here gracefully I was in good company though as nobody else was doing better. Towards the bottom the descent turned to scree and was less steep so I was able to descend a bit more freely as I could slide on the moving carpet of small rocks.


Buttermere from Moses Trod

Peak 10 to the finish


In hindsight I should have gone off slightly further north-west, but I don't think any of the descents of this "big bugger" are much less hair-raising. At the Beck Head CP I had a quick snack and determined myself to try and enjoy the more runnable path over towards Honistor CP - where I could sit down inside the Youth Hostel and try and do a repair job on my feet.

On familiar ground with Moses Trod and on runnable ground my energy seemed to be quite good as I nearly reeled in another runner who was about half a mile ahead. I was also confused as another guy who left the CP just ahead of me seemed to take a high line further west on more difficult ground. Maybe he knew something I didn't, but it was a fairly fast an direct route to Honistor from here and I knew cutting a corner brings in some more gnarly ground.

At Honistor I sat down was asked about hot food and tool  the offer of some hot pasta and I also got a full can of coke (bliss on a summer trail run!). I also did my best to patch up my feet, the problem being that although I had plenty of blister plasters I only had one big enough for the big blister on one foot so had to stick a big plaster over the other. Once done I made a resonable dent in the generous helping of spag bol I'd been provided and got off after a refreshingly long stop.

Despite not eating all the pasta I was definately struggling to digest the meal as I trudged up peak 10 - Dalehead (2470ft). A steep but easy going underfoot climb was followed by an initially steep, with switchbacks, but similar going underfoot descent where I started to move better again. Great views down Newlands valley helped

Back down to near "lake" level again and there was now a long and mostly flat run in along Newlands valley. I maintained a good pace, passing at least one competitor as I commited to run most of the way. One last checkpoint near Derwent water and it was on into Keswick.

I had a slight blip in town as my marked map route stopped short of the actual finish, but with some quick routefinding I put in a strong finish passing one more fellow competitor before the line. I had some GPS issues with signal loss in the last few miles but a pretty close estaimation of my covered distance would be 33 miles, time was 11:03, which was good for 14th poistion from the 64 finishers on the short route.

A good event, low-key but well organised as is appreciated by the not over-familiar with all the route such as myself. But definately not an easy event, even the short course has potential for navigation mishap and serious injury (or worse) if you fell at the wrong time.
After getting myself right and having a bit of drink and food I got off back to Kendal and I'd got showered and dressed. Fresh socks really helping with foot comfort. Then Clare, Isaac and I ventured out - at slow hobble pace - to the pub attached to the Premier Inn to finish off the day.

p.s. Following a redressing of the blisters back at the hotel I was able to walk well enough if stiffly and enjoy the rest of our long weekend away. The blisters took awhile to completly sort, but dressed in compeeds I was running again by Tuesday the next week. Although I also suffered some stomach issues Monday onwards - unsure of the cause, which weren't pleasent for a few days and ended in illness and fever on Thursday.

Wednesday 30 July 2014

Update about August Challenge - Great Yorkshire River Run

The previously unnamed multi-day run through Yorkshire now has a name, a provisional route and some other detail. Most importantly of all I have done some good training for it!

With the name Great Yorkshire River run I'm not trying to infer the greatness of the challenge - I mean it will be for me, but for some hardcore people it might be quite easy, afterall some people run across deserts and walk/run/cycle across continents or around the world. The river I'm talking about is the Humber estuary and for the purposes of this challenge two of its tributaries the Rivers Ouse and Ure. And it is a great river; a major boundary in past times seperating the kingdom of Northumbria from southern kingdoms (only becoming slightly less of a boundary with the advent of what was once the longest single-span suspension bridge in the world). I've also heard say it drains an impressive 20% of the total land area in England.



"The River Ure - geograph.org.uk - 186396" by John Illingworth - From geograph.org.uk. Licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons - http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_River_Ure_-_geograph.org.uk_-_186396.jpg#mediaviewer/File:The_River_Ure_-_geograph.org.uk_-_186396.jpg
The River Ure near its source
But every huge river starts from a small gurgle of water somewhere, usually in several/many places. This challenge is based on the idea of following this Great English waterway from (a) source to the sea. I've chosen the source of the River Ure, predominantly because it seemed like an interesting route to follow (a must for such a long run). But I could have equally chosen several interesting routes, such as the River's Swale or Wharf. 

The River Ure source is high in the Yorkshire Dales and is called Ure Head. My challenge will roughly follow the river from here along it's course east through Wensleydale, then south through it becoming the river Ouse near York to join the Humber. It's roughly east again along the north bank of the Estuary following through Hull as far as I believe is possible to the end of the headland of Spurn Point. In numbers:

  • More than 185 miles
  • 5 days of running (I'll be stopping overnight on-route)
  • Three days of near to or greater than 50 miles

The Humber Bridge
I don't plan on being anally-retentive about sticking as close to the river as possible and a good part in the interest of the route will be deviating off to explore landmarks and places of interest along the way. This will also be a journey of personal significance as this waterway passes close to the tiny village and area my mother was brought up in. To visit this area as part of a challenge, which will also pass my childhood home in Swanland, is tribute I wanted to pay having lost my mother to cancer in 2013. This challenge is raising money for charity in her memory.

The schedule

Day 1 - Travel to the B&B I'll be staying at in Garsdale west of Hawes to arrive mid afternoon. once checked in I'll set out and and run north up the hills (pathless in places by look of map) to seek out the River Ure's source, then follow it back to where it passes near B&B. Have tea, drink, bed. ~8m done as a bit of a warm-up.
Day 2 - Follow river to east the length of Wensleydale, then take south turn, staying in Ripon area overnight. ~54m.
Day 3 - Follow river roughly south through it becoming the Ouse, through York and stop overnight in Selby. ~46m).
Day 4 - Follow river to when it joins Humber and follow East. Finishing the day in Hull (so I can sleep at home that night). ~45m.
Day 5 - Short last day. Hull to Spurn point - ~35m (So about 187m+ total).



Training so far


With 6 challenges down I've been keeping a good mileage up all year which helps. But these challenges have been single day and in the range of 27 to 85 miles. Even with some of these being on tough terrain a multi-dayer with some days close to or over 50 miles is a 'step up' so my training has changed slightly. Within the constraints of maintaining as healthy as possible a family, work, training balance I've started running 6 days most weeks, to get in a few more miles and get used to often running on tired legs. Though many days are quite short (e.g. commute runs with pack), this does include at least one tougher effort run per week and a long run each weekend.

This peaked the Sunday/Monday just passed when I ran 18m and 30m respectively to see how well I could run the second run on tired legs. This is certainly not in the same region as back-to-back-to-back days of over 45m - available time wouldn't more. So I made these more difficult by running faster at over 6mph and 5mph respectively, during the challenge I'll be happy to run/walk around at 3.5 to 4mph daily. The good news from these runs is that I felt quite fresh on the second day at the start and only really suffered a bit at the pace and in the heat beyond 20m. So far so good...

Links:
  • Route Breakdown (work in progress)
  • Route map (red line to Hull, blue line therafter - the web-based software I used to map route started throwing errors after a certain distance/file size, so I had to generate map from two files and it shows as different colour lines)




Tuesday 22 July 2014

May Challenge: The Centenary Way - 83 miles: part 2

Cows


Passing through Birdsall, which is less a village and more a large farmyard for a country estate with quite a grand church, approaching 40m I make two small navigational errors, adding perhaps a few hundred yards back-tracking and this gives me a keenness to make good progress. So into a very wet field I try to push hard over soft ground and mud. Then through a succession of fields I have to take a line along the lower edge of fields through very soft often tussocky ground, which is very hard work on the legs. Why.... well cows in these fields are showing too much interest on the higher ground at the other side of the fields, following me at a distance, making aggressive movements and noises. It all sounds quite ridiculous now, but was quite worrying at the time.

I'm glad to get into North Grimston away from wet fields and cows for the minute. 9hrs 33mins run / 5:04am. I text Clare my progress, "over 42m done, all ok here xx" and I'm onwards across more fields to and through Settrington. After my efforts descending to Birdsall and through the fields I'm in need of a boost as I follow field-edge tracks and emerge onto a road outside Norton. I run and walk into the town hoping I can find somewhere in Malton/Norton that I can buy some food or drink for a more substantial feed after surviving so far on flapjack, biscuits, chocolate, energy bars and sandwiches. I'm in luck - there's a One Stop open from 6am. I figured I might be an unusual sight walking in covered in mud and sweat with a backpack at such an early hour, but nobody passes comment.

I feel that little bit happier walking into town drinking a capri sun and eating a cheese and ham slice. I have half of both and stash the rest for later. Malton is just waking up as I pass through the middle of town, some people walking dogs, going to work. I'm moving slow, digesting food and trying to track the route through the town, eventually joining a grassy path along the River Derwent, heading out of town south-west. I'm past half way and can soon look forward to some company.


Company


Ruins of Kirkham priory
 Although there are no food checkpoints as in organised challenge events I can't claim this was a fully unsupported venture. As my good friend Mark Dalton would be joining me not long from now, off the back of a night shift too, so we could share in running through sleep deprivation. In fact Mark would also be working this evening so would only have a small window to get some rest today. But he didn't mind as it was all good sleep deprivation training for the upcoming, inaugural, Hardmoors 160 that he would be running in - and I thought 83m was tough!

But I couldn't wish away the miles between Malton and Kirkham Priory where I'd be meeting Mark at 8.15am. Though, with hindsight, if I could wish away a chunk of mileage this would be it! The rain returned for an hour or so and these miles along the riverbank were on wet, muddy, almost flooded grass paths at times. and the foliage was well grown in places too and soaking me as I whipped past. These were slow miles, but I could afford to do a slow run/walk and still arrived down the Hill into Kirkham (53.5m) on time to meet Mark driving into the village. After he parked up he offered me some water to top up on and some donuts from his work, fresh(-ly defrosted) this morning, still tasted good.

We crossed the Derwent and walked through the riverbank woods before climbing up to Crambeck and crossing the A64 (where cars seemed to be driving past all at 100mph). It was nice to walk, run and have a chat rather than just listen to what was in my head for awhile. The sun even came out for awhile around about the time we started to round the Castle Howard estate, which was an unexpected bonus.


Howardian Hills



We were now in the midst of the Howardian Hills 'Area of outstanding natural beauty' so we started to pick up a few hills again climbing in the woods north of Coneysthorpe. Heading just north of east we picked up a succession of woods along ridge with views to our left of the North York Moors and White Horse at KilburnWith the trees trapping warmed air and lots of water and mud on the ground it started to feel a bit sticky in the woods.
More ruins at Sheriff Hutton, maybe they thought the same of me?

After a few miles we dropped out back on to farm land at Hollin Hill, and through a grassy valley before climbing to and through Terrington. A long lane followed to Mowthorpe on this undulating stretch of the route, before a trudge uphill to High Stiffenham (70m). About this time is started to feel quite sleepy and lethargic so took onboard a caffiene gel and water to wake me up. This may explain why on the way down we missed a path through a field as I lazed in navigation. This meant go around the large field, or through it. I figured I'd tackled some pretty sodden terrain already this day so we may as well go through the thigh high crops, giving us a good soaking after drying up in the last few hours.

More was to come, on the way into Sheriff Hutton the variable weather of our journey added another factor, a cooling of the air and a sudden blast of hail and sleet. We decided this was enough to don waterproof top and bottoms and I rapidly cooled as I struggled to unzip a crystalised zip on a leg of my montrail overtrousers. The hail only lasted about as long as my efforts to get the trousers on - but after this I kept them on throughout the rest of the journey. Partly becacuse of the unpredictable weather, partly as I knew getting them off again would be hard work.

I stopped to take a few pictures of the castle in Sheriff Hutton, before we pushed on along long gravel lanes and tracks southwards. After a slowing for a few miles in the undulations of the Howardian Hills, we were now running more again, although now I could only run for 5-10 minutes before needing a walk break. Mark drove me on well on this section of long field edge tracks, running for longer at a time than I might have asked myself to had I been alone.

Snow in York ?!

The Foss walk


Just before Strensall we joined the River Foss, along the banks of which the majority of the rest of the journey would follow. This varied from 'improved' paths, to semi-solid paths, to wet and grown-up foliage. And as with most paths improved around urban areas. The minor-frustration during this section, whilst tired, was the large meandering curves of the river we had to follow. By now I just wanted to bash-on as straight as possible. 

Through Haxby and Huntington the green areas gave way to suburbs and then light industrial units as we hit the edge of York. The sun came out near to the end and I decided to risk changing out of my 20 hour worn and stinking running base-layer top into a nice airy t-shirt. Although the waterproof over-trousers stayed on. I must have made quite a fashion statement to those we passed from now on.

Our game of "spot the Minster" didn't deliver till surprisingly close to our destination. Once in York we had to find our way to the finish as my garmin battery had finally given way a few miles back, OS maps are difficult to follow in town and the Centenary Way signs again seemed to disappear, or we'd strayed off route. Luckily Mark was pretty astute on his York navigation and was able to guide us in as well as Clare to a car park (via me text messaging). 

There was still time for the weather to change once more and the rain came back within a mile of our destination prompting the jacket back out of the bag. we also came across the quite bizarre sight of snow on a path! I kid you not, I thought I was hallucinating at first, but it was very real and I pictured to prove it.

Leaving the Foss near Foss Islands we battled through Saturday afternoon York crowds along the famous York narrow, cobbled shopped lanes and arrived at the giant York landmark. 

With my garmin battery having ran out of juice in in the Huntington area and me not accurately remembering finishing time my estimate time/distance for completing this - probably accurate to a few minutes and tenths of a mile - was 21 hours and 85.4 miles. And although not a challenging hill route for the most part about 6150ft of ascent and descent.



Me at the Minster, probably
needing to lean on that post
Mark my run-companion, pace-setter, navigator
and sanity-keeper for the last 30 miles
'Normal' people and the Minster

All that now remained was for us to take some pictures and head back to Foss Islands where Clare and Isaac met us - afterall,what hardship is another half mile on such a day? After a quick catch up Mark and I ventured into Morrisons to grab food and drink. I'd been running low the last few hours so was glad of a 500ml bottle of fizzy drink and a couple of steak pies! Not ideal post-run food, but will do for now.

How not to implement your recovery strategy!


We then all crammed in Clare's car and gave Mark a lift back to his car. Clare and I stopped on the way back for fish and chips, which we took to our hotel. We were in the third floor of the hotel I booked, which wasn't ideal for my tired legs, but meant a nice big family suite with a separate room Isaac could sleep in so we could put him to bed before we went. 

A nice idea in theory.... in reality after what turned out to be disappointin fish and chips I was cold and got in the bath. As I struggled to keep awake Clare battled to set an over-excited Isaac down. I think I spent an hour-and-a-half in that bath in a pattern of fall asleep, wake-up, run more hot water to get washed, fall asleep again, repeat till wrinkly

I eventually crawled out of the bath, feeling quite nauseous and decided this might be a good time (or bad time) to have my post-run bottle of 'for goodness shake'. The vitamins and nuitrients in this must have been what I needed after the fried and baked food of the last few hours. And I was able to settle down to sleep.

In the morning I was able to patch up my feet, which weren't as battered as feared and stiffly get up and down the strairs to deliver bags back to car and enjoy a nice hotel breakfast or cereals, toast and full english.

The day was spent doing the normal weekend things, shopping in York at Clifton moor, me struggling to keep up with a toddler :) In many ways after a day spent doing the out-of-the-ordinary it was nice to get back to doing what would be considered by most as more the ordinary. But more than that it was a source of happiness, pride and some relief that I'd achieved what I set out to do. I often do long runs and races, but this was significantly longer than most challenges I'd taken on in the past year. I could now look forward to a holiday and then some peak bagging in just over a months time.