Not the Hardmoors 160

Well, that didn’t go quite as planned!

The grim facts. First person to pullout from the race, after 30 miles at CP3 (Cropton). A fully conscious decision, and one that I was happy with at the time and still just about am!

It just wasn’t happening.

I felt my preparation had been good. I done a couple of long recce’s since the Viking Way and my legs seemed to have recovered OK, apart from some residual calf tenderness. Mentally, I was looking forward to the event but was aware that the excitement, the build-up, wasn’t quite there.

I packed all my gear on Thursday, putting a lot of thought into what I would need at each particular stop. Jenny would be supporting me through to late Saturday evening, and I knew that Tony Holland & Archie Stewart would be around on Sunday.

We arrived at the start at Scalby Mills in good time, and I was beginning to get that ‘buzz’. It was good to see some the usual suspects - Annie Garcia, Allan Rumbles and Ben Davis amongst others. Andrew Hayes, Tony Holland had come to support the start which was great.

Soon we were off. Initially things went well. Eventual winner, Lee Knight, Shelli Gordon, and Neil Ridsdale shot off, leaving the rest of us in their wake.

As usually happens, my legs started to feel a bit lethargy and achy after 90 minutes or so. This generally eases by 3 hours as I get into the race. However, this seemed a bit different, almost crampy. Instead of getting better, my legs just got tighter and tighter, but I was still moving along nicely. I was running with Matt who had ‘rescued’ me on the Spine this year. Apparently I had been walking around in circles; I didn’t think I’d been that bad!

I acquired my head torch from Jenny at CP2 (Levisham)

Then it began to rain. As we stopped to put on waterproof tops, it started to rain a lot. Waterproof trousers were donned. In torrential rain, conversation stopped. My legs seemed to hurt more.

We got to Cropton and that was that.

So what happened?

From a physical point of view, I’d done a couple of good long runs and had also done a couple of really nice shorter, tempo runs since the Viking Way. My legs had felt really stiff and sore for 2-3 days prior to the start but I had put that down to taperitis. Just one of those things or fallout from the Viking Way? Not sure really but probably cumulative damage.

Mentally, I didn’t feel the same as I had before the Viking Way. Once the rain started, my will disintegrated. Ultimately the want, the desire just wasn’t there.

Bottom line is that 5 weeks isn’t enough time to recover from a 147 mile run. Now there’s a surprise. Physically, perhaps, if you’re lucky, but mentally it’s just not enough time to get yourself up again. Not enough time to regain the drive and the desire required for something of this magnitude.

I’m not beating myself up after this one. Yes, I’m disappointed but it just wasn't going to happen. Any Jon Steele said he’d hit me if I got all depressed about it!

So, lesson learnt.

Probably not.

Getting ready for the Hardmoors 160

So this time next week, I’ll be readying myself for my next big challenge – the Hardmoors 160. A new addition to the Hardmoors family, the 160 links up the 48 mile Tabular Hills Route with the Cleveland Way. Starting at the coast at the cliff tops of Scalby Mills, Scarborough, the route first heads westwards and inland to Helmsley and then follows the 112 mile Cleveland Way (Hardmoors 110) to Filey.

Having done the 110 last year, it seemed like a good idea at the time!

After the Viking Way Ultra, I had a couple of restful weeks. My thighs recovered remarkable quickly but my calves have been pretty stiff ever since. I imagine this is a combination of changing to Hoka’s (with their lower hill drop) and the sheer distance and runability of the VWU. 

Anyway over the last couple of weeks I’ve recce’d the second half of the Tabular Hills route and reminded myself of some of the Cleveland Way, trying to do the bits which I will encounter at night. Due to the linear nature and the intricacies of public transport, this has required an encyclopaedic knowledge of the bus routes of North Yorkshire, and I have spent many hours pouring over text books

For the Tabular Hills part, I parked at Pickering and picked up the route south of Levisham. The route passes through several pretty villages and is mainly rolling countryside, but there is one vicious hill that pops up out of nowhere! I made my way to Hemsley and caught the 16:30 bus back to Pickering.

Last week, after typical Richard indecision and procrastination, I finally decided to start the next recce at…….Hemsley. This was mainly based on the fact that I like the moors more than the coast!

The plan was to Gump it; essentially I just keep on going until it seems a good time to stop. It was a lovely day as I set off and I made good time towards Osmotherley, stopping only briefly to chat to a man carrying a Venice Marathon rucksack. At Osmotherley, I decided an ice cream boost was required; I can recommend the Brymoor’s ice cream from the village store.

Over the moors I went; I love this part of the route. Having gone t*ts up after Bloworth Crossing, and with well-bloodied knees, I decided it might be time to stop. Kildale was close and seemed like a good option. Unfortunately there was no room at the stable so studying maps and consulting the locals, I decided to run 5 miles down the road to Great Ayton. I mobilized my brother who kindly did the sensible thing and sourced a B&B for me. Arriving at 8pm, after 45 miles, the owner proceeded to tell me off for not booking anywhere in advance!! I smiled sweetly, had a quick bath and wandered to the pub for a very well earned meal.

I felt remarkably fresh in the morning as I made my way up towards Roseberry Topping. I was planning to get as far down the coast as I could given time constraints and the complex combination of buses required to get back to Helmsley.

I merrily made my way on to Saltburn, stopping for emergency blister repair and a bun. 

I ran along the coast on a glorious morning, passing through the lovely village of Staithes.

After 25 miles, I arrived in Runswick Bay, just catching the 12:42 bus to Whitby. Then the 13:35 bus to Scarborough, followed by the 14:45 to Helmsley, followed by an ice cream.

Happy days.

So is my body recovered and ready for another onslaught? More importantly is my head ready again? If the motivation and drive is there, then my body respond.

Anyone need any information on bus routes?

Hardmoors 110 - race report

The bare facts are that I finished in 7^th place in 27:25:38. Of course the bare facts are just that; very bare. A lot happens in a day and a bit on the trail, both physically and mentally; from euphoria to abject misery, total alertness to overwhelming fatigue, running with ease, then pain, then more pain.

Jenny and I set off for Helmsley after lunch on Friday arriving just after 15:00. I had felt good in the days leading up to the event but Jenny was very tired having been away in France with work all week. On the drive up I was feeling guilty about taking up another weekend, and the forecast of persistent rain during the evening didn’t really help. For the last hour of the journey, I just wanted to turn around and go home; the thought of running for 113 miles wasn’t filling me with a huge amount of joy.

Once we arrived there was no turning back and I busied myself with registering, sorting out kit and eating. It was great to see so many friendly faces: Jon and Shirley, fellow Spiners Andrew, Annie, Gary, Jonathan, Mick and Jackie, Robert, and Tim. Also Ben and Ricardo from the Viking Way, Lakeland 100 and others.

The provisional plan was that Jenny would meet me at Osmotherley (23 miles) and then catch up with me in the morning somewhere on the coast. She was staying at the Saltburn CP (Spa Hotel) but she needed a good night’s sleep, so I had arranged to have a drop bag there. She was under strict instructions to not let me drop out unless I had bone showing or an arterial bleed!

As I readied myself, Jenny began to get into the swing of things and into ‘support mode’ – she really is very good at looking after me. She quickly decided to also meet me at CP1, White Horse.

113 miles to go!

It was soon time to start, and after a short briefing (a brief briefing just doesn’t sound right) it was the off. A group of about 10 runners set off at 10k pace; I let them go. I have learnt a lot from all my DNFs last year, particularly at the Viking Way, where I should have finished, and went into this race with 3 strict rules:

1. Run my own race – totally.
• Don’t try and keep up with anyone, and don’t slow down just to maintain company
2. Go from checkpoint to checkpoint
• Break the race into manageable segments; 10 miles to next CP, not 30 miles to the finish.
3. Always go forwards – relentless forward progress
• Pain is temporary, failure lasts forever

With these in mind, I set off at an easy pace!

The first few miles seemed to take forever. My legs felt really heavy and I was feeling progressively more guilty and beginning to fight some serious mental demons. I even suggested going home at CP1; Jenny told me to get a move on!

I continued to fight my body and mind, all the time fighting a losing battle, convincing myself to call it a day at Osmotherley. However, I got a bit angry after a significant detour around 20 miles and suddenly was into my running.

At Osmotherley, I collected my night gear and poles, and had a bit to eat. I discussed my thoughts with Jenny, who said that she was starting to enjoy herself. This put my mind in a far better place, and munching on a peanut butter and jam sandwich I set off into the night with Ricardo.

As we chatted the miles rolled by. I love running at night and I felt great; I barely felt tired going up the 4 consecutive climbs. Visibility was extremely poor at times due to thick mist, which made running tricky even on the flat. Even though I’d recce’d this section, it was still full concentration on navigation.

Coming down from Blaworth crossing, I began to pull away from Ricardo and 3 others that we’d met up with, including Karen Nash who was doing her first 100 miler. I then had a wonderfully peaceful and soulful 2 hours, running on my own in my own bubble of light. It’s nice to have company, but sometimes one’s own company is all that is needed.

After Roseberry Topping, with continuing poor visibility, I took a wrong turn but quickly realised I was heading downhill too soon and having consulted my map, headed back up only to meet Boris who had done exactly the same thing. I managed to convince him we were both wrong and we were soon back en route. Boris was also doing his first 100 in preparation for the UTMB. It was early dawn by now and I really enjoyed his company as we neared Saltburn at 58 miles.

Reaching Saltburn just before 06:00, I was met by the amazing sight of Jenny waiting for me. She was meant to still be asleep! As I changed shoes and socks, and discarded tights for shorts, she informed me I was on 26 hour pace. One very good decision I made here was to continue with poles; I had planned to discard them at Saltburn, but they were to prove invaluable on all the steps. Alistair Stewart, crewing for Tim Bateson, said I looked sickeningly well and I have to say I felt remarkably untired. 

"Sickeningly well" at Saltburn CP

Boris was planning on a longer stop so, munching on my breakfast of a salami and cheese sandwich, I was soon off on my own.

A glorious morning at Saltburn

The route was now almost totally down the coast to Filey, 55 mile to go, but I was only thinking of the 12 miles to the next CP of course! I was enjoying the early morning sun with the accompanying sights and sounds of all the sea birds swarming off the cliffs, and made good time to Runswick Bay (70 miles), passing through some lovely seaside villages via plenty of steps. 

The picturesque Cleveland Way

Another quick stop with Jenny again sorting out water, electrolytes and food and I was off towards Sandsend (79 miles).

I was still running all the flats and downs, and walking the ups. However, my definition of an ‘up’ was beginning to lessen! There were lots of steps.

Steps!

At Sandsend, still at 26 hour pace, I was re-joined by Boris who was still looking very strong. Moving through Whitby and on towards Robin Hood’s Bay via lots more steps, I was still moving well.

Whitby Abbey

However, as we began to climb out of the Robin Hood's Bay I began to slow. As we approached Ravenscar CP (90 miles) my legs suddenly decided they didn’t want to run anymore and I was forced to walk the last couple of miles to the checkpoint, with Boris moving ahead. I knew Jenny had a hot meal waiting for me and I probably hadn’t eaten enough since the last CP.

At Ravenscar I had a good sit down and a lot to eat. I was tired but the thought of stopping never entered my head. One step at a time, one check point at a time. With that in mind I left along with Boris feeling much better.

Within 2 miles, my legs didn’t want to run again. Boris soon moved off as I settled in a solid walking pace. I knew this phase would go…..eventually! A few miles from Scarborough, and probably after more steps, Karen passed me at a steady pace, looking focused. We exchanged a few words but she was soon out of view.

At this stage, I wasn’t having a huge amount of fun but I still had an unshakeable believe in my ability to finish whatever. I made my way down to Scarborough North Bay thinking I’d be able to run now. Not a chance! I ended up walking all the way round both bays. After 24 hours of eating trail mix, sandwiches, muesli bars and suchlike, my mouth was a little on the dry side and I decided that an ice cream was called for. A three-scoop tub was sensational and I arrived at the checkpoint with tub in hand, much to everyone’s amusement. It was great to see everyone there especially Jenny and this gave me real boost.

Ice cream....mmmm

Fuelled by ice cream I felt much better, and left on the final leg. Navigation out of Scarborough was interesting due to high tide but after much checking of map I made my way up some steps along the detour before picking up the Cleveland Way again at Cayton Bay, and made my way down and up yet more steps. It did occur to me that this was like spending 12 hours on a step machine at the gym!

Looking back towards Scarborough

I had now settled into a gentle jog as I made my way across the cliffs towards Filey Brigg. I soon saw the marker signifying the end of the Cleveland Way in the distance but as I neared I realised that it was actually a large bush. This was, at the time, completely demoralizing. Soon enough though I was at Filey Brigg. I self-clipped and then turned down into Filey with just 3 miles to the finish line.

109 miles done!

Having recce’d this section, I knew exactly where to go. A few people congratulated me as I ran along the seafront, and soon enough I approached the finish at Filey School. Jenny was waiting outside and, with a big smile on my face, she directed me to the finish, and I crossed the line in 27 hours, 25 minutes.

It was great to finish and sit down. I had a couple moments of contemplation and emotional relief. The last 20 miles had been fairly tough and it was nice to now be able to relax, physically and mentally, and have a quick massage!

Job done!

Conclusions:

1. A great race, really well organised. It follows a lovely route in 2 very contrasting parts; moors and coastal, both tough and picturesque. I would totally recommend any of the Hardmoors series of races. Jon and Shirley do a superb job, the races are all great value and still relatively low key.

2. This was a race that I had to finish and from Saltburn I had an unshakeable belief, that barring injury, I would. Last year I DNF’d at The Viking Way after 113 miles. Essentially, I had just had enough and fought a losing battle with my mind. The thought of 30 more miles overwhelmed me; I should have broken it down into manageable chunks. This was my first 100 mile finish, and hopefully I have now banished most of the demons of my DNF at the VWU. My nutrition and hydration were good, but more importantly my mental attitude after Osmotherley was spot on, I broke the distance into manageable chunks and tried to remain positive at all times, even when the going was tough. I stuck to my rules.

3. Support. Logistically, I could easily have done this race unsupported. With drop bags at 23, 58 and 90 miles, and several CPs in between, there would have been no problem replenishing fluid, food and kit. However, I can’t express the value, the uplift, of seeing a friendly (and most lovely) face at regular intervals. At no stage beyond Osmotherley did I need persuading to continue, but the boost to morale that I got every time I saw Jenny was immeasurable.

As I said at the time, “If Carlsberg made wives………..”

Thank you Jenny

4. Enjoyment. People think we are mad, and to be honest, the idea of running 100+ miles is pretty stupid. We run for all kinds of reasons but first and foremost it has to be enjoyable. Yes, there is pain and innumerable highs and lows, but there are also those moments when I look around and am in wonder at nature, and the opportunity to experience it in such a way. Living the dream!

I enjoyed this race as much as any for a long time. Perfect weather, lovely and contrasting scenery, the sounds and sights of nature, great company interspersed with moments of great solitude. 

Loved it!

What it's all about

Good pain vs bad pain

“Even when you have gone as far as you can, and everything hurts, and you are staring at the spectre  of self-doubt, you can find a bit more strength deep inside you, if you look closely enough.” 

Hal Higdon

It’s 05:30 on a Bank Holiday Monday morning. I can’t sleep. My legs feel like lead. My knees hurt. My ankles are killing me. My feet are throbbing. My toes feel like they are ready to burst.

Pain is a warning sign; it can signify imminent or actual injury. Hamstring strains, shin splints, ITB problems, Achilles tendonitis. All bad pain.

On Friday and Saturday, I ran 113 miles along the Cleveland Way; through the night across the Yorkshire Moors and then down the beautiful Yorkshire coastline on a gorgeous English summer’s day.

The difference between good pain and bad pain?

Good pain gets you one of these!