Yorkshireman Off Road Marathon

“You gotta beat the clock, you gotta beat the clock” 

That was the plan; to get around the course before my GPS watch conked out. Failing that, anything sub 6 hours was the aim. 

At the Hidden Howgills marathon in May, my watch stopped at 23.93 miles with 5h:49m:03s on the clock with an official finishing time of 6h:20m:05s. 

So how did I get on this time? 

Well, my watch decided to give up the ghost a bit earlier this time and stopped at 24 miles dead with 5h:24m:49s on the clock. My official finishing time was 5h:55m:28s. 

I didn’t beat the clock but I did get my sub 6 hour finish and knocked 25 minutes off my overall finish time. 

Very pleased with that.

Lakeland 50 - Tilberthwaite to Coniston

Refreshed and ready to tackle the final stage we set off and climbed up the dreaded Tilberthwaite steps. The lovely marshals had put coloured lanterns on each step so it was a very pretty clamber up them.

Then it is a bit of a steep climb up past the old quarry workings.  There's a heck of a drop into a ravine on one side of you so it's a bit hairy scary at night.  We were in the zone and power walked up and had no problems navigating to the right path.  It is quite easy to get lost up there.  As we reached the top, we could see the orange glow from the town below and we knew there wasn't much further to go.

Jane and I began to pull ahead.  I think she was as eager to get to the end as I was.  There were now plenty of people around but we called back to the others to check they were OK and then we pressed on.

It's a very steep and slippery descent down to the track near the Miners Bridge but we got down chatting away merrily.

"What do you think? Shall we try and run the last bit?" Blisters be damned I thought. "Let's go for it!"

So that's exactly what we did.  We started trotting and got into a rhythm and we were off.  We were passing people who were still walking.  We got a bit giddy and started whooping and giggling.

Onto a smooth bit of tarmac. Normally, I'm not a fan of road running but I can't tell you how lovely it was to have a nice bit of tarmac to run on.  We reached the pub and we were running up the road towards the finish.  It was the early hours of the morning and no traffic around so we just ran in the middle of the road.  Laughing and whooping like a pair of madwomen.

The final turn and we were careering down to the John Ruskin School and the finish gantry where people were waiting and clapping and cheering us on.  Himself was there in his orange Clayton Harriers sweatshirt. I waved and whooped some more.  There were two dibbers and we dibbed simultaneously making us joint 344th with a time of 16:13:51

Jubilation.

Then you are escorted into the school hall where you are announced to the people there and clapped and cheered in.  Incredible.  One of the proudest moments of my life.

Lakeland 50 - Chapel Stile to Tilberthwaite

So I was now in a little group of 5 and we were off into the night.  A bit of a stay at Chapel Stile meant that I was no longer in a gap on my own and the line of head torches was now in full force.  It was an amazing thing to be a part of.

The rain had stopped but there was no point taking off the waterproofs.  I'd been quite hot wearing them and sweaty.  Removing them would have left me in a wet top and I would have got cold.  I just had to soldier on wearing them.

We headed up the valley and then climbed up to the pass before turning off towards Blea Tarn.  There's a tricky bit of navigation around here to get up to the road where there is an unmanned checkpoint that you have to dib into.  Fortunately, there is a light on it so you can see where you are heading to.  For some reason, the light always plays an optical trick on you.  It looks like it is miles and miles away and then all of a sudden you realise it's about 20 feet away from you!  Really strange.  The footpath through the bracken is a bit indistinct as well so there is lots of crashing around in the undergrowth going on until you make it to the road.

After that, it's a pretty easy stretch through to the final checkpoint at Tilberthwaite.  After following the road for a short while, we turned off and headed up and over.  Jane was feeling a bit off at this point and nauseous.  After a bit of retching she felt better and we decided that we would have a bit of a rest at the next checkpoint and try and get some proper food in her.

Tilberthwaite came into view. Another cheery marquee, aglow with fairy lights and, I think, my favourite checkpoint of all.  I had quite possibly the best cup of tea I've ever had in my entire life there and some jam butties.  Oh how delectable were the jam butties.  Like manna from heaven.  Jane had some too and some rice pudding as well.  I was busy hitting the haribos that were topped up while I was sipping my tea.  Jane and the others had a bit of a sit down. I didn't dare to sit down at that point for fear I wouldn't be able to get up again.

After a short time we were ready to get up and tackle the final leg over to Coniston and the finish. I made a mental note to put myself in front of the chaps in the group on this leg.  We were all quite tired at this point but they were getting a bit out of control with their walking poles and I'd almost been poked and smacked in the face a few times too many on the way over from Chapel Stile.

Lakeland 50 - Ambleside Parish Hall to Chapel Stile

Didn't eat anything at Ambleside but had some flat coke and topped up carb drink.  Another bustling checkpoint but a bit warm as it was indoors. As always plenty of really helpful marshals on hand to help out at the checkpoint. Waterproofs on and head torch on I headed out into Rothay park for the next leg.

At first the torch was on and off  but eventually it was on constantly.  I knew where I was going but have to say that the prospect of heading across a lonely bit of fell on my own wasn't great.  I'd expected to see lines of head torches bobbing along but at this stage there were none.  I think I was a bit too slow to have kept up with the decent runners and a bit too quick for all the power walkers and found myself in a bit of a gap in the middle. Oh well, I would just have to be intrepid.

I was power walking at this point. Just wasn't confident enough to run in the rain and dark at this point.  A couple of guys caught me up and overtook me fairly quickly.  Their packs and jackets reflected in my head torch reminded me of that old movie Tron. I felt in need of a bit of company so trotted along just behind them all the way over to Skelwith  Bridge.  They were very chivalrous and would hang on a bit for me at gates to make sure I was still there before carrying on. I was grateful to the "Tron Boys" to have someone to tag along with.

Once we got to Skelwith Bridge my confidence was back.  I know this part of the course really well and had hoped to make up a bit of time by running from here to the checkpoint. It's relatively flat here.  My feet, though, had other ideas and were beginning to hurt a lot.  I knew that there were blisters to be dealt with but decided to push on till Chapel Stile as there are comfy sofas there and I was looking forward to having some beef stew too.

I hobbled on.  Suddenly there seemed to be a lot of people around.  A poor chap was being sick extremely noisily but as there were plenty of people around I carried on.  Sadly it had gone past closing time so no happy drinkers left at the Wainwright Inn to cheer me on.  Through the campsite and there was the checkpoint.  Lit up with fairy lights and a fire pit/chiminea burning away.  I headed into the marquee, plonked myself on a sofa, took a deep breath and removed my shoes.

A lovely lady marshal brought me some stew and a drink, and my feet, while blistered, weren't as bad as I'd feared.  I got my fist aid kit out and applied some blister plasters and had a couple of painkillers.  A young chap on the sofa next to me was wrapped in a foil blanket looking defeated. He saw me doctoring my feet and asked me if I was packing it in.  I was shocked at this and said of course not, it's not that far to go now.  Poor lad had got cold, hungry and miserable.  Lots of people joined in the conversation and before he knew it, he was put into his waterproofs and scooped up by a group of chaps that promised to get him through.  I didn't see him again so fingers crossed, he made it to the finish.

I probably lingered a bit too long at this checkpoint but it was lovely there.  The next stage was to an unmanned checkpoint and is  very dark and slightly trickier navigationally than other bits of the course.  I wasn't looking forward to heading out on my own and began looking around for anyone else setting off to tag along with.  Happily, I spotted Jane, the lady I'd buddied up with on the way to the Kentmere checkpoint. This was great so I tagged along with her and a small group of pole wielding power walkers.

Lakeland 50 - Dalemain to Howtown

It was hot.  Really, really, really hot.  Baking. Sweltering.

Off the coaches at Dalemain House and a bit of hanging around before the start.  100 Mile runners were coming through in a steady stream to cheers and applause from awestruck 50 milers.  They'd been on the go for around 17 hours at this point.  Amazing.

Eventually, we were all dibbed in and directed to the start line.  OMG it was soooooo hot.

We wore our Clayton-le-Moors Harriers vests and the official photographer spotted us.  He's from Sport Sunday event photographers that are based in Nelson, just up the road from us.  He'd clocked the Clayton shirts and wished us luck.

Team Olszewski at the start line of the Lakeland 50

And then we were off.  Off on a 50 mile run of a lifetime.

I don't know about you, but I am a rubbish starter.  It takes me a good couple of miles to get going so the initial loop around the grounds of Dalemain was hard.  It was hot, and slow going and lots of people were walking.  I'm sure I wasn't the only one wondering what the hell I thought I was doing there at that point. I managed a bit of a trot and then realised that I needed a wee.  Fortunately, we looped back past Dalemain House and the porta loos had no queue so I had a quick pit stop and then rejoined the hordes of people still going by.

The recce route had started at Pooley Bridge so the loop round the grounds and the short trip to Pooley Bridge were new to me. Fortunately, it was all pretty low level stuff so other than the heat it was quite a nice runnable stretch.

Passing through Pooley Bridge was great with lots of support from all of the holiday makers there and then we climbed up and out of the village almost to High Street before crossing the fell and dropping down to Howtown.  A great runnable stretch.  It was going well.  I'd had to estimate how long it would take to run the start loop and additional stretch to Pooley Bridge and, looking at my watch, I was pretty much on schedule and feeling good despite the heat.

Howtown Bobbin Mill was organised chaos.  It's the first checkpoint for the 50 runners and the field is still all quite close together at that point.  There were lots of big buckets full of lovely cold water and plenty of helpful marshals on hand to help you fill your bottles.  There were lots of goodies to eat to but I didn't really feel like anything at that point.  It was too hot.

I'd got plenty of carbohydrate and electrolyte drink with me.  I'd decided to have 500 ml of this between each checkpoint. I also had gels but just didn't really fancy gels in the heat.  I think I only had one of them in the whole race.

I dug out my arab scarf to tie around my shoulders.  I could feel the burn from the sunshine.  I wore this all the way to Kentmere like some kind of demented super hero but it seemed to do the trick.

Is it a bird?  Is it a plane?  No it's Padihamknitter in a silly scarf!

From Howtown it's the big climb up Fusedale (aka Death Valley in that heat!). I'd already decided that this was going to be a walk and my aim was to get up non stop at the best pace I could.  It was hands on knees, huffing and puffing and grim determination all the way to the top.

Once at the top, it's quite runnable. I just had to persuade my legs of jelly to get going again. It was a more of a shuffle to begin with but after a while I got going and into a better rhythm.  On the recce we'd overshot the turnoff going over the summit so I was keen not to do the same today.  I could see people ahead and I was sure they'd gone to far ahead.  They had.  I clocked the right path and peeled off to the right and downhill towards Haweswater.

I could see people looking over and heading back the right way. It's easily done.  The bracken had come up a massive amount since May's recce and it all looked a bit different at times but I carried on and eventually came to the footbridge and deer gate I'd been looking for.  It was going well. I'd struggled around the lake on the recce but I was feeling OK and made good progress on the single track path around the lake.

It's a long section and I was relieved to finally reach the Rigg.  After a small climb up and over it wasn't far to Mardale Head and my second checkpoint.

There was live tracking available online from the timing people but I'd signed up for additional updates to be posted to my Facebook timeline and Twitter Feeds. I wondered what they would be like.

Lakeland 50 - Off to Dalemain

Saturday morning arrived.

It was going to be a hot one.  We were up pretty early and headed to the showers.  There were a couple of portable shower blocks and there was a queue in front of one but not the other.  After enquiring, we found out it was because the hot water had failed and the showers in that block were cold. After waiting for a few minutes, it seemed so silly to be so wussy about a cold shower.  After all we were all about to run 50 miles in searing heat, we'd be begging for a cold shower later.  I pulled up my big girl pants and headed into the empty, cold shower.

It really wasn't that bad! Quite refreshing really.

This got us into the main hall in time to beat the breakfast queues and tuck into yummy bacon butties.  Catering on site was provided by a wonderful bunch of fund raisers called the Frilly Lillies who raise money to help send disabled children on adventure holidays at the Calvert Trust in Kielder.  They were amazing feeding everyone through the entire weekend and all through the night on the Saturday.  They raised £4000 for their charity.

Lots of last minute packing and repacking of race packs was going on.  Bought a new pair of sunglasses as it was promising to be a hot and sunny day. And we were ready (ish)

There was emergency/last minute registration and kit check for the later arrivals and then compulsory briefing for all of the 50 competitors.  Then onto the coaches for the journey to Dalemain House, the start point for the 50 race.

This was it.  It was really happening.

Lakeland 50 - Getting Ready to Go

Friday arrived.  It was time to head up to the John Ruskin School (aka Race HQ) to register and get ready for the Lakeland 50. Girls and ageing, stinky dog were dropped off for a weekend with my parents and off we went.

Camping for a couple of nights on the school playing field is included in your race fee so we packed up the tent and headed up to Coniston.  We were quite early arriving it seemed and were shown to a decent spot on the field relatively close to the buildings but not too close to the porta loos.  We pitched the tent and headed into the main building for kit check and registration.

Stupidly, we'd spent ages packing and repacking our race packs to get everything in and have it all organised "just right" only to have to get everything out again for inspection.  Once compulsory kit is checked a cross was drawn on the back of your hand with a marker pen and you could proceed to pick up your race number and goody bag.  Number collected, you moved on to get your timing tag.  Finally, you are weighed and, unfortunately, your weight is written on your race number for all to see.  At least it was in kilograms - I don't really get kilograms - so not as bad as stones and pounds!

Tagged, numbered and weighed.

When we finished registering and went back to the tent, the camping field had filled up completely.  It was like a festival or something.  One or two clubs had banners up, and there was a pleasant buzz around the place. We could take it easy for a while and we were looking forward to watching the 100 milers set off at 6.00pm.  We knew a couple of competitors taking part so we wanted to give them an encouraging cheer at the start.

After a live performance of Nessum Dorma was performed at the start line by tenor Alexander Wall. There's a back story for this which you can read about here if you want to know more! They were off.  Led out by Richard Bardon up the road and through Coniston.  The road was lined with people cheering them on and then they were gone.  Off on a journey of 100 miles.  Possibly on the go for 2 nights.  Incredible.

A short while later, there was a 1 mile race to Lake Coniston and back for the children that were in attendance.  All ages from tiny tots to teenagers having a fantastic time. Possibly some future running stars in amongst them, who knows?

A chippy tea and a quick pint and then we turned in for the night. We'd been a bit concerned about such a busy campsite but we needn't have worried.  It was pretty peaceful and we had a good night's sleep.

Roll on Saturday.

UTLD 2014 - Entering the Lakeland 50

That's the Ultra Tour of the Lake District for those of you not already in the know.  It's an ultra distance race of either 100 or 50 miles in the Lake District. More information can be found at the Lakeland100 website if you want all the details.

I first came across this race when we were camping at Bays Brown Farm this time last year.  When we were checking in at the farmhouse, the farmer's wife was having a bit of a hissy fit because her phone line was down after a thunderstorm in the days before and the general lack of a mobile signal.  She told us that she was expecting around 1000 runners through the farm over the next day or two and didn't want to be incommunicado. Sounded intriguing.

We ended up seeing the leader of the 100 mile race coming through the site and at the local pub (the Wainwright) watched many, many weary runners passing through.  We clapped and cheered them all. They had names on their race numbers so we cheered them individually as well.  It was fabulous.  At this point I was only about 6 months into my running journey.  I'd graduated from the  c25k (Couch to 5K) program and was out running about 3 times a week. I watched all the runners come through and I wanted desperately to do it myself.

A week or so later himself and I were back in the lakes for a week on our own.  The girls had jetted off to sunny climes for a week with the grandparents. We'd researched the race and had pretty much decided to give it a go.  We'd downloaded the roadbook and we started to recce the bits of the course near to where we were staying. We even ventured further afield and had a look at the dreaded Fusedale ascent.  We were hooked.  It was on.  We were going to give the 50 mile race a go.

Ulp! Typical me.  Never do anything by halves.  First race I ever entered turned out to be a 50 mile ultra marathon!

Opening day for entries came along. Sunday 1st September 9.00am.  We were both at the computer, debit cards in hand, and waiting for the clock to strike 9. It struck, we clicked on the pay button and held our breaths.  Would we make it and get a place. YES! Confirmation we were both in.  Much jubilation followed as we followed the comments on the Lakeland 100 Facebook page.  It sold out within 3 hours.  There was much sadness from those that weren't able to get a place. How lucky were we?

Erm.... the only thing was I certainly needed to do a bit of training.  Don't think I'd even run 10 miles at that point. I decided to take it gradually and found the Lakeland 100 sister site, Trail 26 and entered a 10k (Rivington - Nov), a half marathon (Grizedale - Feb) and a marathon (Howgills - May).  Also went along to both recce dates for the 50 mile route.  I joined a running club and had a go a few local fell races as well (Aggies Staircase, Great Hameldon Hill Race, Reservoir Bogs, Trawden Trail Race) and got out and about on my own around Pendle when I could.

I was about as ready as I could be....bring it on!

A new sensation

It’s time to ‘fess up and face the facts. It’s no secret that knitting and I have been growing apart over the last year, the lack of posting on here is evidence of that, so it’s time to own up. There is a new pastime in my life. An exciting and adventurous one that is hogging all my spare time and keeping me away from the needles and the hooks. Don’t get me wrong, I still love knitting and crochet but I just can’t stay away from this new passion. It’s not the knitting and crochet….. it’s me.

A bit of background. Knitting/crochet and I have been rubbing along nicely together for the last  decade.  At the beginning it was all so fresh and new, and, I might add, a little exciting as well. I couldn’t get enough. Yarn, needles, hooks, more yarn, new skills, Ravelry, more yarn, hours reading about it on the internet, more yarn… well, you get the picture.  But like most things in life, gradually the thrill died down until it was barely a flicker.  It had become a comfy, non-thinking trundle.

I gave up smoking 3 years ago and my sedentary lifestyle and middle age combined to develop the dreaded spare tyre. Oh yes middle age spread and maybe a mid-life crisis as well. Who knows… What I do know, is that I was invited to my local surgery for a health check-up (as I am now officially middle-aged)  where all my vitals were checked. All was good. Blood pressure fine, cholesterol low, blood sugar normal, even had bone density checked and that was good too. I was feeling rather pleased with myself until the doctor weighed me and the “O” word was uttered. You know the one, the one that grabs all the headlines, the one that is an impending health disaster for the western world. Yep, she told me that I was OBESE!

I was horrified. Something needed to be done. I moaned and groaned and whined about it. I got upset and I got a little bit downhearted about it. Then my plain-talking, no-nonsense husband got fed-up with my constant harping and suggested that I put on my big-girl pants and do something about it. So I had a bit of a think and the 100 mile challenge began.  January 2013 – walk 100 miles in a month. I walked a little bit most days and threw in a few longer walks when I could.120 miles in the bag! I was so pleased with myself and as an added bonus my spare tyre was beginning to shrink. My waistbands were slightly looser.  I was feeling better.

Walking is quite time consuming and so himself suggested running as an alternative. Running! Me? Seriously? It wasn’t something I’d ever really considered. I was full of excuses. My knees are bad, my boobs are too big, I’ll look silly, I am too old…etc. It was a lot like the excuses you come up with when you are thinking about giving up smoking ( I LIKE/ENJOY smoking, it calms me down, I am bad-tempered if I can’t smoke, I won’t be told what to do….etc). Hmmm… if I can overcome those feeble excuses then surely I could overcome my running excuses. So I did some research and discovered C25k.

C25k or, couch to 5 kilometres, is an introductory running program. It takes around 8 weeks to complete.  You begin with a mix of walking and running and progress until you can run for half an hour by the end of the program. Feb 2013 and I began the program. It’s a nice easy start.  I think most folk could do it. I stuck with it for the full program. 3 times a week following the plan – I repeated some weeks if I needed to -  and then before I knew it I could actually run for half an hour.  Without stopping. Blimey…. I was an actual, bona fide runner. Me! Yes, me! Oh and by this time I was over a stone lighter as well.

I was growing rather fond of this running malarkey. It was beginning to fill my mind with possibilities and I found myself looking forward to our sessions. I was beginning to spend internet time pouring over running gear, blogs and maps instead of Ravelry and Knitty. It made me feel a bit guilty… forlorn half knitted socks made me feel ashamed of myself. Even dark nights/mornings and rain didn’t deter me….it was another excuse to indulge my running habit by researching and buying a headtorch and waterproofs. It was all lumens and battery life and hydrostatic heads and taped seams…. What happened to merino and sock yarn and Kitchener stitch!  Argghhhh

And now, it’s getting a little out of hand. Races. But not just any races, oh no! Parkruns and 10ks just weren’t enough for me…. I have my eyes on ultra distances. A 50 miler is coming up in the summer and I have entered. I will be taking part in the UTLD The Lakeland 50. A 50 mile race through the Lake District. I am ridiculously excited by this and looking forward to it immensely. Training is underway and I will be doing a half marathon race in Grizedale Forest at the end of the month. Got a full trail marathon planned for May and will try and fit in a few runs around the Yorkshire 3 Peaks as well before the big day in July.

Grinning like a madwoman even after 21 miles!

So there you find me…I am still knitting/crocheting but at a much lesser rate. Something I fit in when I’m not out running.