As in the “About me” section, I ran Brighton Marathon in 2014 with absolutely no training. “Run” is probably generous, as it was more of a stagger, hating every single step so much that afterwards I threw my running shoes away and didn’t run a single time for the next three and bit years.
In 2014 I was the largest I’d ever been and my mental health was all over the place. So one weekend in 2017 I bought a pair of running shoes, went out for a run and collapsed in a heap. Then signed myself up for a number of races to make sure that I kept on going out.
The first photo is from one of those early races in 2017. I’d already lost a lot of weight by then and in my head I was at the top of my game, fit and slim (which relatively speaking, I was). Two years later, I know how wrong I was.
When I ran that half marathon in 2017 I don’t think I’d ever even heard of an ultra marathon. I certainly had never contemplated one and would have thought the idea of ever doing so was absurd.
Over the past 12 months I’ve run 24 of them (soon to finish my 26 ultras in 52 weeks), including 10 on 10 consecutive days. Goes to show there’s always something more to aim for.
Running is great for my physical health but essential for my mental wellbeing. I’m incredibly lucky that I found it and that I have those who relentlessly support me in it.
So this is a fairly big one even for me, even if the ultras are “baby” ultras. Thursday, Friday, Saturday morning, Saturday evening and Sunday 🏃
Saturday will be the hardest to judge. Get around the morning ultra as fast as I can to give myself a longer rest before the afternoon one, or treat it like one long ultra with an enforced lunch break? 🤔
Not entirely sure I even have this in me at the moment if I’m honest but I’ll give it everything. Run until I drop and then start crawling 🙌 after this it’s three weeks race free to recover before the Cotswolds Way 100km.
As ever, I’ll post a combined race report of the five-in-four after they’re run.
I have the Cotswolds Way 100km Ultra coming up in a few weeks, with 2,590m climb over the 100km distance. So when I unexpectedly realised I had a day off of work, I booked a train ticket to Box Hill and headed off for some hill training.
I’ve never been to Box Hill before, but know of it and its reputation as a great place for trail running. The North Downs Way 100 Mile (which I’m running in August) comes through here and its used by Salomon as the location of their London Trail Running Festival.
Box Hill is home to the “Stepping Stones”, a picture perfect river crossing which was unfortunately closed for repair when I arrived. Instead, I headed over the bridge a hundred or so metres up the river and started up the hill towards the Visitors’ Centre, which was going to be my central starting point for the various routes.
The steps were steep and difficult to run. No steps would have been better, running on pure trail, but the steps were of varying heights and length, making a regular stride impossible. But up I went, reaching the top and the perfect view.
Thereafter I set off on the first of the trails. Despite having looked online at the different routes beforehand, I had no idea which was which and am I am, in any event, useless at following signs. Fortunately I’d accidentally chosen a relatively gentle route to start off with. Along the hillside and through a few gates, with stunning views over the surrounding towns.
Down through a wooded area, brushing aside nettles and then up a long and steep climb to join the road, which looped back along to the car park for the Visitors’ Centre. It was here that I realised I’d dropped my tripod somewhere, so back off on a second and unexpected loop of the same route, finding it in a patch of leaves in the woods and ending up back where I started.
Back out onto the second of the trails, named on the route signs as the “Hilltop Walk”. This was accurate for a few minutes before the hilltop came to an end and plummeted down an incredibly steep loose-stone track to the bottom of the hill. Trying to slow down just resulted in slipping and sliding as well as stones giving way under my feet so the only option was controlled madness. Fly down the hill and try to add what little steering was possible.
Reaching the bottom far faster than I had any right to, it was back along for a loop to the stepping stones, along the river and then back up that monster of a hill I’d just come down. Calling the progress back up the hill “running” would be generous. It was a slow slog back up. The key for hills, especially over ultras, is to climb them at a pace that allows you to carry on running straight away at the top. If you need to stop then you’ve gone too fast and it will be difficult to start again.
Back around to the Visitors’ Centre and time to test a new snack. One of the problems I discovered with the Thames Path 100 Mile was a difficulty in getting calories down me. Gels worked for a bit but then I struggled to even swallow them and hard food was a no-go. (There’s a whole heap of info on intense exercise diverting up to 90% of the usual blood circulation away from your gut to elsewhere in your body, meaning digestion all but shuts down).
Following recommendations, I’ve been using my runs to try different pouches of baby food… easy to carry, compact, easy to swallow and little to digest. This time, “Little Freddie” yoghurt. A resounding success and then off on my final trail.
The final trail was all through the surrounding woods. The trails had gotten progressively busier during the day, so going was slower, giving way to walkers.
The sky had darkened and rain was starting to spit. Coupled with the shade from the woods and with the contrast from the earlier sunny weather, I started to feel the cold. But the distance disappeared behind and before I knew it I was back at the Visitors’ Centre. Time for a spot of lunch just as the heavens opened and the rain poured down.
I loved Box Hill. I’ll definitely be back (as part of the North Downs Way 100 if not before).
So, in between my race reviews and (coming!) gear reviews, I decided to do the occasional blog post. Not every day, but just with things that are mildly more interesting than a training run but don’t make it to the reviews pages. Starting…. Now!
I like to think I’m fairly good at this whole running malarkey. I am however totally rubbish at taking care of myself afterwards and between races. I’ll occasionally use a foam or stick roller to work out a few knots in my legs but beyond that I have a tendency to neglect myself.
Naomi, deciding enough was enough, bought me a voucher for a sports massage. So off I went after work to the Greenwich Spa. It’s been 18 months since I last had a sports massage (I did say I was rubbish), so I’d forgotten just what to expect…
Pain. A lot of it. Unrelenting for 55 minutes. Phrases such as “Dear God, what have you done?!” and “This is such a mess, I don’t even know where to start” were uttered with alarming regularity.
Half an hour spent working on my back, before concluding that she was “just starting to shift some of these knots but I suppose I’d better have a look at your legs”. Which were…. worse.
Again, no surprise there. Another 30 minutes of pain, with pressure on knots that had no intention of so much as budging. More comments: “You know this bit is supposed to be able to bend right?”. When I finally dragged myself off of the massage table I felt…. good. Slightly broken, but generally with a feeling of “better”.
And so, I’m committing myself to a sports massage once a month in order to try and keep things under control and much more regular foam rolling. It’s silly not to take care of my legs really. So much effort goes into races and carrying myself around them on wrecked legs does me no favours. So onwards and upwards! And hopefully less pain…