11-18 Jan 430km - 1st Lady : 153 hr 17min
As I sit in my warm living room trying to put a few
paragraphs together of my race, am I finding it hard to start trying to
describe this mammoth experience and all that I went through. It is so overwhelming knowing where to start,
and it has been stopping me from writing.
So I decided to do it in a format of a question and answer session, and
use the questions people often ask me when we get chatting about my endeavours.
At the start in Edale |
Why did I choose to
do this particular race?
I entered this race to give myself a challenge between
seasons. However when I entered the race
I thought it was 268km and it was only after I had paid and started to read
through the details of the race that I realised it was 268 miles. This was a bigger
challenge than I thought and was the first time I got really scared and would
not be the last time. This would be the
longest race I would be attempting and I had trouble fathoming how long the
distance was and whether I could even complete the distance.Sunrise at Walshaws Reservoirs |
What is the Spine race?
Firstly this course was not marked, so I had to use a
compass, map and GPS to follow the route.
The route is the Pennine Way and a large part of it is sign posted, as
it is a hiking route. However don’t be
fooled into thinking it is just as easy as following the sign posts. Very often
there are no sign posts and you are left to follow a loose path which might be
clear in daylight however in the dark following the route can become very
difficult. This meant I would need to
ensure my navigation skills were on the mark as I didn’t want to waste time and
energy getting lost!
Pub Meal from Hare & Hound at Lothersdale |
Thirdly most ultra’s finish within a day or two of the
starting time so sleep deprivation is limited.
As this race lasted up to 7 days, sleep deprivation was going to be
something I would feel and have to overcome.
In fact my sleep strategy would be major part of this race and getting
it wrong could mean I might not finish. In total I had roughly 13 hours sleep which
was about 25% of what I would have in a normal week. While I did have times
where I had hallucinations and sometimes was falling asleep walking along a
path only to be woken up when I waded through a large puddle, I felt this was
roughly the right amount of sleep and think that I could have done with a little
less, if I was to push myself harder.
Some of the Muddy trails |
What was the best
part?
There were so many good parts to this race, so I will give
you some of the highlights of my race:
No sooner had we started and the heavens opened. I saw a lot of people stop to put on their
waterproof trousers. I had polar fleece
pants on and was moving fairly quickly so decided not to bother with mine and
it was a good decision as I didn’t feel cold at all on route to CP1. I stayed warm even when it started to
snow. I secretly had been hoping for
snow during the race, as I love running in the snow. I was so happy that I got to experience some
of the race with snow. It made me smile
and I got energy from it falling from the sky.
Smiling is always good on a race like this, it creates positive energy
and keeps the forward momentum.
I loved the route from CP2 (Hawes) up Great shunner fell. At this point I had teamed up with Karl and
Ed and it was beautiful morning with the sun shining. The views were stunning and the terrain was
fairly dry with a great firm path. From
the top I was skipping down the hills on an easy runnable route towards Thwaite.
This gave me energy and another smiling
moment.
Me and Karl |
Me and Ed |
The route from CP3 to CP4 was fantastic. The path along the river going passed low
force and high force was firm and dry, we passed many waterfalls and again the
sun was shining. We had to cross a few
boulders and continued further up the river to the magical falls at Cauldron
Snout. What a great sight. From here to Dufton was a long trek via High
Cup Plain. I believe this was my best
moment. I was still with Karl and Ed but
at this point I was ahead marching through the snow to High Cup Plain. I began singing to myself and made up little
songs of the race, they were basic but I sung them over and over. Then I just hummed the tune or la la’d to the
tune. During this whole time I was
singing out loud, with the biggest grin on my face. Here I was in the middle of nowhere, taking
part in the Britain’s most brutal race, hiking through snow, singing to myself
and I loved every single minute. I even took
time out to stop and make little baby snowmen on the bridge. Feeding my inner child!
Cauldon Snout |
High Cup Plain |
In Dufton we were told the conditions on Crossfell were
harsh. The wind was howling, it was dark
and there was a lot of snow. With such tough conditions we were advised to team
up, so Karl, Ed and I teamed up with Gary, John and Steve. I was really nervous at this point. I had not experienced being up a mountain in
the dark, having to find a path through snow, while the wind was howling and
being sleep deprived. This was new for
me and I was so scared of getting Hypothermia and having to drop out that I was
being super cautious with what I was wearing and ensuring I had enough on but
not too much where I might overheat and then the sweat makes me cold. Massive
thanks to Karl and Gary who took the lead of the navigation and the rest of us
followed in single file behind them, sometime in thigh deep snow.
As I got used to being in the conditions I
started to enjoy it, which was good as there were 4 summits, Green Fell, Knock
Fell, Little Dun Fell and Cross Fell.
Each time I thought we were there we would go down a little and but up
again. The one thing keeping me
motivated was making it to
Greg’s Hut. Waiting at Greg’s Hut was P&J’s Noddle bar with Kat, John and someone else (sorry can’t remember the name but I bet it begins with a P) who looked after filling us with hot noodles, cups of tea and coffee, biccies, chocolate and Kendal mint cake. The time we spent there was amazing, all cosily gathered around the fire. Whilst this part of the race pushed me the furthest out of my comfort zone, it was one of the most enjoyable and satisfying having managed through and making it to Alston (CP4) without Hyperthermia.
Greg’s Hut. Waiting at Greg’s Hut was P&J’s Noddle bar with Kat, John and someone else (sorry can’t remember the name but I bet it begins with a P) who looked after filling us with hot noodles, cups of tea and coffee, biccies, chocolate and Kendal mint cake. The time we spent there was amazing, all cosily gathered around the fire. Whilst this part of the race pushed me the furthest out of my comfort zone, it was one of the most enjoyable and satisfying having managed through and making it to Alston (CP4) without Hyperthermia.
A great part of the race that I cannot miss out, are the Checkpoints. Most checkpoints in a race are basic, where
they are designed to allow you to quickly come in, restock on food and return
to the race. The spine checkpoints are
completely different and feel like luxury.
They are a haven for hot food, multiple cups of tea, a mix of snacks and
the best feet fixers I have met! My feet
suffered badly during the race so I can attest to their first rate service,
which was often done while they were sleep deprived themselves. The checkpoints were where you got access to
your drop bags to changes clothes, restock on food and have a sleep. In most of the checkpoints there were beds
and it was fantastic to grab a couple of hour’s kip after being out for nearly
24 hrs. A massive thank you to all those
that helped out at the checkpoints and words cannot describe how much us
runners appreciated your support.
My Kit at Checkpoint 1…making use of the space |
My feet at the end…taping as a result of the excellent Medics…thank you! |
Another big thank you was to Sharon Dixon who let me use her
car for a nap at Byrness. At this point
in the race I was completely exhausted and sleeping as I walked along the
paths. I do really mean I was
sleeping. My eyes were shut and I was
moving forward or sideways and suddenly I would wake up again. We didn’t stop as Karl assured us we would be
arriving at Byrness very soon. When we
arrived at the car park I fell to the ground and just wanted to sleep. After much persuasion I got into Sharon’s car
and had the best 10-15 min nap of my life.
It is amazing what a power nap can do, it really picked me up and
energised me for the next leg.
What was the worst
part?
My first low point and probably my worst, was going up
Pen-y-ghent. It was very windy, the rain
was lashing down and we had to scramble up rocks. I got very dizzy. I was seeing little spots in front of my eyes,
which wasn’t a good thing when scrambling up rocks. Once at the top I tried to eat more bars to
give me energy as I suspected my blood sugar was low. My stomach wasn’t happy with this as it didn’t
understand that I was doing a race and it should expect to be digesting food
every half hour or so. From here it didn’t get any better. I still had more than 25km to get to Hawes
which was the next Checkpoint. My
stomach didn’t want to digest anything but I knew I had to keep eating or I
would pay for it later. I tried to each
a little every half hour. My stomach
continued to plague me, I was still a bit dizzy, I felt exhausted and
disorientated. Thankfully the route was
fairly easy to follow up the cam road which went on for km after km. I was with a group of around 7 people and me
and another guy followed up the rear. I was
plodding away, barely holding on, but at least I was moving. I kept moving forward believing it would pass. It probably took 4 or 5 hours to get to Hawes
and it was only in the last hour did I begin to feel a bit better. I was so thankful to get to Hawes, where I
could sit down, get some hot food and get into my sleeping bag and get a few
hours kip before heading out again
Another one of my low points was moment where I split from
Karl & Ed after Windy Gayle. Karl, Ed and I had been together from CP2, so
had spent a good part of the race with them, almost like a small running team. However I felt totally empty of energy, tired
and overcome with the task at hand. I
was having trouble breathing when we went up hill and had developed a slight
cough. I was moving slowly and I was trailing behind
both Karl and Ed which meant they had to keep stopping to wait for me. I could tell they weren’t happy with the
situation and it came to a head when Ed shouted at me that I needed to keep
up. That broke me, I burst into tears
and shouted some stuff back, I was very emotional and was just trying to keep
it together to get to the end (in fact re-living the moment brings tears to my
eyes even now). I had around 18kms until
the end so not that far but I knew it would still take another 3 or 4
hours. We carried on and I mulled the
situation over in my head. I eventually
stopped and told the boys to carry on without me. I couldn’t keep their pace anymore and didn’t
want to hold them back. After being
together for so long , they were reluctant to go but on the other hand I could
tell it was what they wanted to do.
Eventually after talking through the situation and ensuring them I would
be ok, they both went off together towards the finish, leaving me upset and
alone. I was feeling very sorry for
myself and had a big cry. My feet were
hurting, making it hard to move and I was focusing on the pain which was also
slowing me down. This was my lowest
point, I gave my sister a call something I never do during races, but I knew
she was at the finish waiting for me to arrive.
I chatted and cried to her probably making no sense what so ever but she
was great, she was super positive and gave me encouraging words to get me
moving. I don’t know if it was what she
said or just hearing her voice but it was the encouragement I needed to push
forward. I had been walking since CP5
and had not done any running, so I decided to try and run the downhills,
something I always love doing and something that brings me energy and smiles. The only problem was that my feet hurt so
much it was going to be a hard task to tell them to move from a plod to a
run. The first few attempts were hard,
but I persevered and used the pain to give me energy to get to the finish
sooner. I was now running the downhills
and some of the flats and it felt good.
I had a smile on my face and I was enjoying the race again! Races
like this give you hard negative moments, sometimes for hours at a time but I
always keep in the back of my mind that there will be positive moments to come
and I will get out of the bad times. Whilst
these moments are often the worse part of the race, having them makes you
stronger and provides you with an experience of what you can cope with when
times get tough, making those good moments all the more enjoyable.
How was the navigation,
did you make any mistakes?
I don’t remember a lot of the journey to CP1 so that means I
was going well and feeling good, however the bits I do remember were the silly
Nav errors that were made and where I wasted about 1 hour going back and forth
on Castleshaw moor. I was with Andy and
it had just started to get dark. I had
not really used my map yet and I had been following the queue of people but at
this stage the queue had disappeared and with the darkness setting in it was
necessary to use my map. Andy however had
done this route before so I made the assumption he knew where he was going, my
first mistake. My second mistake was to
not get my map out and check where we were and where we were going. The frustrating part was I had read about the
route and marked my map that there was a specific right turn I had to make
which was tricky so I should be aware. We went straight on and somehow we ended up
on the Pennine Bridleway instead of the Pennine way (Yes they are
different). We managed to get to the
A640 and realised our mistake so set off back up the road to get on the right
route. However mistake 3 came about when
I trusted Andy’s GPS instead of my map.
I knew the turning we had to make was beside a carpark but we took an
early turn as according to the GPS it was within 5m correct. This took us down a path which led again to
the Bridleway…..ouch. Now we were
frustrated. I took over the nav,
realised where we were. We had 2 options;
go back down the route we had just come and find the right
path further up the road or to go cross country and get back on the Way. I preferred the latter option as we had a
great handrail of a stream to take us there.
This was our choice and it worked perfectly. Back on route and back to nav.Part 2 coming soon….