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When I was running this race it dramatically dawned on me that my whole running history was preparation for this one event. In the evenings, once the finish line had been crossed; tents were already up, soup and chips were on offer, there was a drying room tent, an electrical recharge point, a medical tent with superb medics in, there was a river nearby for washing and a warm evening meal and hot drinks available whilst you could be in receipt of your morale boosting dragon mail messages sent in via the live tracking. All of this courtesy of the amazing army of volunteers a massive thank you. It begun with Day 1 Conwy to Nant Gwynant 32miles, m, 10hrs 6mins for me at to the atmospheric sound of a Welsh choir. Navigation was key as line of sight was obscured by mist and clag. I used my Garmin watch and also memory as I had recced parts of this day. I kept asking myself is this too quick as I had been repeatedly warned not to go off too fast. Initially there was a group and it was nice to be with others as I found my feet on the terrain and route but we soon got spread out and lost into the misty murk. I have memories of falling repeatedly on slippy wet rocks and telling myself to slow down. I was pleased to pass through the Ogwen valley and later on Pen y Pass as these were both familiar places to me and being lower down meant no mist so I actually saw people!! Tryfan was my warm up for Crib Coch, a grade 1 ridge scramble. I hate heights and am certainly not practised at scrambling. It was 4 points of contact the whole way which meant finesse and speed were completely lost to deep breathing, swearing and sweaty palms. I was pretty shattered coming off the top of it, with nervous exhaustion! I feel my week got off to a reasonable start. I learnt lessons; I set my watch to beep every 40mins as a fuelling reminder; and I listed all the check points on my iPhone as a screensaver to count them off. I got into camp and established my routine; food, wash, food, stretch, look at map for the next day and go to bed. I was in a tent with 8 others; 3 doing the hatchling and 5 doing the full- although even at the end of day 1 one had dropped down to the Hatchling. I finished day one with a 8min lead over Zoe Murphy. Day 2 The route seemed mainly devoid of civilisation except the Roman Steps from Cwm Bychan towards Rhinog Fawr which felt as if I was following in some epic footsteps. The cloud cleared a little but the wet conditions under foot made up the extra effort. There were some good shortcuts to be had today but not by me. I had recced the route but the weather was so foul all I knew was the recommended GPX. My lead was wiped away from me with some superb navigational choices and Zoe took the lead by 3mins. By the start of day 3 40miles, m, 9hrs 56mins Dolgellau to Ceredigion, I had scanned the map for short cuts and spoke to Shane Orly, the race director, for advice. It was another misty start heading up Cadair Idris and I sat in behind Zoe and two others guys she was running with, Ryan and Marc. It was nice to be near others for company but it was hard work. They were all chatting but I had to concentrate so hard on the rocky terrain and uphill work. Eventually we reached the summit and I left the group enjoying the descent. I braved a great shortcut …. I emerged cut to shreds by brambles, stung by nettles and covered in pine needles only just finished getting them out of my pack with some tweezers! I ran into the support point near Machynlleth and left at the same time as a chap called Mark and we ran together for the last few hours climbing Pumlumon Fawr, highest point of the Cambrian Mountains. On descending the finish line, with a 30min lead, camp routine commenced. It took me ages to warm up after my river wash and then the weather temperature dropped so it was cold night and cool early start. Day 4 I felt emotional labile today and perhaps a bit lonely being in my head all day everyday so I called home and asked Jon for some reassurance. Definitely crying! I had developed a blister under a big toe nail and it was time to put a scalpel under it to release the pressure. I headed to the medical tent to grab gruffalo Georgina whilst fabulous medic, Nikki, did the honours. It hurt to run so I got it taped up and had to run with it tucked into my pack for the majority of the rest of the miles. Day 5 The route undulates eastwards before traversing the six main peaks, including Pen y Fan. I got to the support point and restocked on fuel, ate my pot of rice pudding and suddenly my stomach ballooned. It was so distended that after a while I tried to vomit it back up. In hindsight I think it was the start of my virus arriving not a divine miracle of conception as I looked pregnant. I was getting slower and slower on the ups which was pretty frustrating especially when not knowing if I being caught by the chasing women. I still ran the flats and downs but it was uncomfortable. I was pleased to have knowledge of this day from my recce because it meant I knew what was coming up but even then I forgot there was so many climbs after Pen y fan heading towards Talybont Reservoir. I tried to keep up with people passing me but it was a struggle. I finished late and it was my first experience of washing, eating, preparing for the next day in the dark. I was relieved to have kept my lead. Total respect to those who had been doing it day after day and still finishing within the cut off. Day 6 Only 40miles and I was done! God what a long 40miles it was through more murky mist. I was in a sorry state; my stomach had really retaliated by now and even my quads thought sod this! I played mind games to count the hours down and my tent mate, Jenny, even made up a poem to spur me on as I passed her as she was battling her own Herculean efforts sadly she got timed out by just 5mins on the penultimate day but still completed half of the final day with a very sore knee! That was it- my finale!! I moved from there to the medical tent thank you for all your care to regroup my bodily functions. I collected my winners dragon who had a broken wing which I felt was a fitting tribute to my broken state. The following week was written off fighting a virus. To be honest the mind did too; I was jaded after concentrating and pushing day after day. As soon as my name was called out in the lottery I was fired up for it. It was my 4th year trying to get into this mile race. I had made friends with an American runner, Heidi, in a race in Italy and she messaged me offering to pace my Western States trail adventure; pacing being unique to this trail race where from mile 62 you can have company. There are then 3 points at which you can swop pacers. You are also allowed a crew to be on course at various aid stations and I took my friend, Clare with me. She had kindly volunteered to stay awake for 36hrs, drive miles on the other side of the road, carry my requirements up and down the trails, wait hours for me in the sun and then get covered in sweat and sticky gels. My pacers too thought they would get a run in along the beautiful trail but what they had volunteered for was waiting hours for my delayed arrival, my slow shuffle at best and then having only known them for a short period of time being able to immediately become intimate enough with them to vomit in front of them and drop of the side of the trail to… well you know! They were all so gracious- thank you Clare, Heidi, Annalise and Jen. Clare and I arrived in San Francisco airport on the Tuesday and stood 2hrs in the immigration queue before hiring a car and sitting 1hr in traffic as part of a 3. As part of the huge community of support behind the race are locals who offer to put up international runners. Tom Harper and his wife Phyllis Boorinakus kindly invited us to stay with them. They own the only farm in Auburn with fruit trees as their crop. We arrived pretty wacked and so they showed us around and we went straight to bed! The next day Tom who has completed WSER 3 times in the last 14 years- the first being when he was 60! Incredibly from no hands bridge we spotted a bald eagle. A further 2hr drive up the road and we arrived in Olympic valley later that day. On Thursday we walked up to High Camp so the first 2miles of the course. Friday i registered and listened to the compulsory brief and finally met up with my pacers. The gun went off at and the trail immediately climbs up the escarpment with a climb of m. I walked most of this as I advised that the race starts at mile 62 so preserve your energy! The sunrise behind was spectacular along with the tunnel of cheering supporters. We ran single track through the high country of Emigrant Pass. I actually got lost on one part as I continued to follow pink tape but it must have been old. I heard runners below and they confirmed they were also following tape so I retraced my steps. I remained much more vigilant after this especially as I ran most of it on my own. At 30miles was Robinson Flat aid station and this is my first crew check point. I replenished my flasks, got more gels and they loaded me with ice in my pack, my cap and down my arm sleeves. I felt like I was struggling to breathe and blamed it on the altitude as I had run up to m the next day I actually got my period early and I now feel this was responsible because usually the days before I feel like this. I was beginning to feel less like I was struggling for breath as I had descended down. I was trying to regroup my head and reassure my competitive self that I still had a way to go so plenty of time to feel better and push on. I am an optimist! There were aid stations in between and these were vibrant oases in the gold country canyons. The aid station communities were outstanding in terms of unbelievable helpfulness and care, efficient support helping fill flasks and replenish ice and huge energetic encouragement. The clapping, music cheering and whooping never wained. My heat chamber runs at the Marjon University had been beneficial as I never felt the heat was my struggle. It was still the uphills. Devils thumb and El Dorado Creek were up and down and I lost places. I was still fuelling well but in hindsight made a poor decision at Michigan Bluff; for some reason I did not pick up any salt tablets instead focusing on some more application of anti- chafe! I had 7miles to Forest Hill the next crew and pacer point I had been running for about I was beginning to feel nauseous. By Forest Hill I had slowed as a result of feeling sick and was not consuming my planned intake of calories so now moved to ginger beer. I was embarrassed to be meeting my pacer with little energy, a slowing pace and so much belching! Annalise was so patient with me as I vomited my way up along the trail. It grew dark and we put head torches on. Then I could actually see all the dust that was thrown up in the air. The day after the race I coughed it all up! I moved to savoury snacks on offer at the aid stations- crisps and pretzels. It was a case of forcing them in and it helped. The nausea came in waves after that. Annalise ran 18miles with me to get to the memorable crossing of the American River. The miles ticked by. We often ran for hours in silence as I was so monosyllabic. I opted for some broth at the aid station, pretzels and sour sweets. Then stepped into the cold water before back hitting the red trails. Annalise swopped out with Jen. I had never met Jen before and despite leaving her behind in the river crossing she was on it. Unfortunately the sickness returned and until I properly puked I felt awful. I was still trying to consume something little and often: Soggy pretzels from the river crossing, coke, energy drink and a bit of gel. I love running at night. Jen lead chatting along happily as I shuffled behind her. It was frustrating as the trail was very runnable but the ups still defeated me. She ran 16miles with me and I continued to remain embarrassed about my ground speed the whole way. I kept asking myself can you go faster, have no regrets, if so do! As we headed into Pointed Rocks, mile 92, I met my crew for the final time and Jen stepped off and was replaced by Heidi. God knows if it was this neglect that contributed to my sickness but I feel it may have. It may also have been fatigue as I was pretty tired with jet lag and the time zone difference. One thing I was pleased about was my feet. I had taped them prior to the starting and it worked a treat. Of course I have lost some toe nails but to avoid painful blisters was a huge bonus. I was toast. I still shuffled but Heidi could walk at my run pace. She had waited so long for her run and essentially never got one. We headed to No Hands bridge where there were flags displayed for every nation involved. We climbed up to Robie Point and I could feel the goose bumps rising and tears swelling. I had been feeling uncomfortable in one way or another for hours and hours and it would soon be over. I got to run the final stretch with my team which meant a lot. Their support had been so generous and humbling. I had so many conversations with myself once I realised my A goal was unachievable. It had been plucked out of the air by my ego and the course served me a dose of humility. It made me reassess my goals as an aging runner. I choose this race because I wanted to visit Finland. It is meant to be the happiest country in the world; for 6 years it has been ranked so. We left Devon; car to Heathrow, plane to Helsinki and another plane to Rovaniemi. One day of travel and they are two hours ahead and already the nightless night was apparent. We stayed the night in the Lapland capital and, on recommendation from our super friendly taxi driver, ate at Yuca, a fantastic Mexican street food bar. On arrival at the race venue we registered and headed to our Airbnb. It was so picturesque with a sauna too! Clare started her race at 66km and I started at km so had all day to wait it out. She finished 50th! The km start was in Pallas, an hours coach ride away. Countdown in Finnish and then we were off escaping all the mosquitoes! Straight up Pallas ski slope to m. The views from the top were panoramic; a carpet of forest and the suns rays bursting through the clouds colouring all beneath it a rich red; breathtaking. Down to the first aid station in Pallas at 8. It took me nearly 2. I had to concentrate so much. I felt a bit rubbish; I guess a combination of it being the middle of the night and the niggling thoughts of had I gone off too fast and was there still some Cape Wrath Ultra in my legs? Last years race was 98km and this year it was km with m more elevation. It kept me occupied! I only had to drop two flasks and litter and pick up two more full ones and my gels. As I was leaving I saw the next two girls, Eevi and Dagny, arriving. I heard them behind me earlier so I knew they were catching me. Yep option 2! If they caught me they were just better than me and I could live with that. I ran a much calmer race with the mantra information not judgement thank you coach, David Roche for helping me with that. I pushed on for the next 30km. The temperature ranged from degs although it actually felt hotter but I guess that was from the lack of wind. Then it was up and down a m rocky ski slope to Kellokas where the route weeved through the visitor centre which apparently shows all the local links between nature and culture- now I think back I did clock a picture of a man fishing! Thank you for having me. It was an incredible location with many races to choose from 15, 37, 66, , km and everyone was so friendly. Congratulations all those who raced! Training for the Cape Wrath Ultra started 7 weeks out from the start of the 21st May. I was already fit going into this block of training as I had just completed the Chianti Ultra 73km race in which I raced well and subsequently recovered well. My training then built gradually. I did some big mile weeks and one of them was too big; my body was tired and I rolled my ankle. It seems I can do the big training week but not recover in time to repeat it the following week. I have a life and job that also needs my energy. So I stopped running to let my ankle recover and cycled instead. Luckily for me the bank holidays helped, meaning I could spread the longer runs out with a day in between. I immersed myself in as much knowledge from those who are done it before and tried to be as informed as I could be. As a result I started preparing my kit 6 weeks out; my husband jokes it became part of the furniture. The website provides a great packing list to guide you. I knew I needed to buy some new kit including a new pack thanks myracekit so as I got kit together it needed a dumping ground. I practised with full kit on all my long runs. I used a 12l pack. I also planned out a fuel strategy. I went with 60g carbs per hour. Ideally one would consume more but knowing my stomach I needed a realistic plan to start with. In reality my plan worked well for the first few days but after forcing the food in my stomach grew tired of it and what I used in the last few days was just gels and energy drink thanks xmiles for the selection only. However, this stage race was longer than most 8days with the potential to be cold and wet for the whole time and that is something I was hugely apprehensive about; my packing revolved around being warm! In the end it only rained and was extremely windy high up in the hills over 2 days so I felt incredibly fortunate. I tapered well. No sense of doubts; I was ready. I then drove the 11hrs to Scotland with a stopover half way in order to register and race. Registration was smooth; compulsory kit checked, briefings listened to, supper eaten and then I headed off to find somewhere to park up and sleep in the van. The Cape Wrath Ultra is a km journey through the best scenery the Scottish Highlands have to offer. I had the start time of We had to walk from the bag drop off to the ferry. The race started the other side of water near Trislaig. The bagpiper welcomed us ashore which really heightened the occasion. I wore the same clothes everyday so washed them too. It took away the decision making and meant I could carry a bigger warmer sleeping bad in my 20kg allowance. My luxury item was 8 pairs of merino wool Injinii socks. Day 2: Welcome to the midges. It was 56km, m, and took me 7hrs 57mins. It was runnable for the first 4miles or so which felt nice to warm the legs up. I loved it! Despite falling in 3 bogs up to my waist. Luckily nearby rivers cleaned me off. I had started at and most people had left before me so I was overtaking people until about 15miles and then was on my own. I was so pleased to have the GPX on my watch as during the pathless sections I was wholly reliant on it. I was pretty apprehensive about getting lost but was soon joined by Alistair Smith and then Sam Hill which helped shared the pressure. Eventually the winner shot past- a young Scottish lad, David Parrish. Same camp routine and then wait to welcome my tent mates back. The best bit was saved to last — the heathery descent was fast and furious- you could zig zag but I just hurtled straight down. It was a long day with some technical descents especially coming off The Saddle which was the first peak at m. It was through Kintail with some remote mountain glens and the finest munro peaks over ft. The Falls of Glomach were pretty spectacular. My running pace on the flats has already slowed but that was to be expected. Day 4: The day started off in the rain and low cloud. I still wore shorts but had arm warmers and a raincoat as additional layers. Unbelievable scenery as they towered 1km above me. These Torridon hills are made from some of the oldest rocks in the world and there was snow on the peaks. The loch and Coire Mhic Fhearchair waterfall was stunning after the m ascent in another 7km. Then you had to contour round Ruadh- stac Mor on pathless terrain for 5km. It was a steep down initially and then boggy and heathery. There was an amazing river so blue with white pebbles. I stopped to drink from the water; it was so pure and refreshing. Then the runnable final path down helped make up time I lost on the steep pathless descent. Kinlochewe was the campsite, in the sunshine next to a swimmable river. The pace was faster so I guess I was feeling the effects of that and obviously the previous 4 days. The An Teallach ridge to the west on route is a technical mountain ridge from sediment deposited 1 billion years ago! The midges had backed off but the ticks were making their presence known in the most private of places! How do they get there?! Day 6: The day started off with lots of runnable trail, along which my Garmin watch catastrophically failed. The triangle of doom appeared to my horror. I managed to factory reset it but the courses uploaded to it were lost. This was a nightmare- the last 8 miles had me navigating across peat hags in the wind, rain and cold with no paths and no one around. I had a melt down, pulled myself together, made it to my tent and then cried! I was emotionally exhausted. The tent buddies were amazingly supportive as I relayed my whinging story! The camp was in Inchnadamph with the clag looming behind it! Day 7: I had hardly felt my shins the day before due to the intense concentration I used to navigate but today they really complained so I had to take some painkillers Shhh! The initial up to m was great- I hung onto Jon Hall and Ian Malcolm which really inspired me to push my pace. The weather was windy and wet and I soon lost them on the descent off the top. 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Everyday at the finish lines the volunteers cheering was awesome and today was no different. The track to the lighthouse was a welcome site with a cheering wealth of volunteers. I had covered the Beers for many, sleep for most! The prize giving saw everyone collect their medal and justly deserved recognition for overcoming such an awesome and challenging event which was so well organised. Thank you to everyone involved- Shane Ohly, the race director and his fantastic staff, all the volunteers, other runners and my tent buddies! The alarm woke me; that never happens. I normally wake before the alarm so sleeping well the night before an ultra race was novel! Got up at and headed downstairs to make a coffee and boil water for my oat cereal mix. The race started at but I like to eat two hours before, respecting the morning routine and allowing my system to wake up. 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I cast my eye around the competition at the start. The sunrise was very undramatic; in fact it remained overcast til mid morning but then we had some beautiful sunshine. It was a fast first 10km; a lot of road and gravel tracks. Leaving Radda at the start it was downhill and I overtook two women as I tried to stay as relaxed as possible. When they overtook me on the flat I let them go as we were already doing 7. After 10km I overtook them and then just comfortably kept pace. We continued on gravel tracks but with the first rocky descent introduced. At 20km topping up with water at the checkpoint seemed such a disappointment when surrounded by casks of wine but onwards with the race. The aid stations were approximately 10km, 10km, 10miles, 10km, 10km and 10miles and mainly in beautiful vineyards. I took all my own nutrition so only required water to top up my flasks- using 32Gi gels and a variety from XMiles. I was in and out super fast. The terrain changed towards the 3rd checkpoint and my main recollection is the gullies carved out by rain water with muddy pools which we had to climb up through. I did hear a lot of movement from lizards though in the scrub. Coming into checkpoint 4 was a climb up a vineyard. All the vines had been cut back ready for new growth although what I know about wine growing you could write on a gel wrapper. Checkpoint 4 started off down and then we climbed up a very rocky track with big step ups for m. I was with an Italian chap but soon dropped him and his rhythmic click click of poles on the stone. I had no idea where I was positioned overall so kept pushing on incase I could improve on it. I ran a lot of the race on my own. I was pleased to see the 5th and final checkpoint. After all the hiking up my legs felt ready to descend and I could run relatively well although not at the initial pace I started off at. Passing through Volpaia I could see Radda in Chianti in the distance on a hill top. The finale wove us through the medieval tunnels- here is Jon emerging from one. His smile shows how delighted he was to finish in around 11hrs. The finish was under a banner in the piazza. I had won in 7hrs 36mins covering 73km and m. I was 8th overall and absolutely delighted! Thank you to the race organisers at the Chianti Ultra Trail for the experience! Leaving Heathrow on a cold misty Wednesday mid February we set off to catch a flight to Kuala Lumpur and from there a short flight to Penang. As soon as we exited the airport, I could feel the humidity and heat; it was so nice to be warm again after -4 at home. It took 24 hours of travel to finally get to Betong. We arrived on Thursday in the evening so headed straight out for dinner. Delicious noodles! After missing a nights sleep, as Thailand is 7 hours in front, we slept so well. We went to register, have the compulsory kit check and then just pack the bags ready to race the next day. I did a short run and within minutes was sweating so could fully appreciate what was coming! I had done some runs on the treadmill with the heater on and fully dressed for outside so hoped that would help the acclimation. The night before I managed to get a meal of noodles, fried egg and vegetables which was perfect. Meat seems to be a big part of their diet here so that combined with the language barrier make it pretty hard to order vegetarian food. I was pretty nervous about the race; I was in good shape and I guess I just wanted to see what my body could do. I slept abysmally the night before as by now the time zone difference and my nerves took effect, however, I was still looking forward to getting on that start line. Jon was also racing, but the K. 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The jungle protected you from the sun although the humidity prevailed. I came up with a plan of taking two sips from my flask every 5mins and this worked really well although by the end I could have drink the whole flask every 5mins. I had a nutrition strategy that really worked for me to my surprise I had no stomach issues. I took a gel every 30 minutes and 2 sips of some really concentrated carbohydrate drink every 20mins until it ran out then used both my flasks for water. The aid stations provided iced cold water which was heaven for my palate. As soon as I left Betong I think I was running as lead female. I passed Jon, Fergy and Clare another couple we travelled out there with , all doing the km, after about 2. I ran the first 30km on and off with some other men but after leaving the 3rd aid station much quicker I was pretty much on my own. The last 6km was all on road which felt super hot but great to get a chase to really run it in. I just kept pushing, eating and drinking. To finish the race, the route took you around Betong which seem to go on forever. There were mopeds everywhere which kept you on your toes! Eventually I could see the finishing straight and it felt so good to know I was going take the win. On finishing I actually found out that I was fourth, overall as well 7hrs 14mins- 37mins behind the winner ; so happy. The day after was about recovery and exploration of Betong. I had avoided anything too foreign before the race to avoid getting sick, however, afterwards I was prepared to take the risk. A Thai massage was incredible; tasting the Durian fruit- I was told if I could get past the thorny rind, and its potent smell rotting meat! A night with some locals- lots of laughter, and learning about the country. Now onto Phuket for a few days of holiday. The race started at on Saturday. It went straight up from Zermatt m to Sunnegga m in 7km. There was a brief respite from ascending before climbing again to Gornergrat m covering 15km in total to get this point and 2. Well, I say running I mean hands on knees hiking! I felt the altitude effects pretty much immediately. My breathing was laboured and I felt horribly bloated. I was reassured I could see them and then I asked myself why was this important? It eased as the week went on and I headed out to Zermatt undecided about racing. I was looking forward to meeting some of the other athletes and staff. However as I collected my number I went through the process of preparing my kit and mind to race. Plus the sun was shining and the views were spectacular when I dared look around rather than at the trail in front of me! As I did my mindset inadvertently changed my race goals and optimistically hoped if I could just keep the other ladies in sight then when I felt better I could try to catch them. From the Gornergrat peak it was a long descent to Furi at m. I was trying a new fuelling strategy so I could be self sufficient- just add water. I carried Komfuel energy drink in one flask and all my 32Gi gels in another like a tropical cocktail of pure energy. I topped up my energy drink flask with more powder and water as the race went on. Fuelling worked with less hassle associated with gel wrappers and rubbish. The climb back up to m, Schwarzee, was a zig zag trail — I sounded like a train huffing and puffing my way up. It was the same climb as the Vertical km held the previous night which I had gone up in the cable car to see the finish. Then a short descent to Stafelalp m and I was still holding onto 4th. The climb back up to m was bearable because in my memorisation of the course profile it was downhill from there on in. I had lost a place and thought I could catch her on the descent. In this climb not only did I lose her but another Swiss lady overtook me. I thought no problem I can give it everything on the descent. And I did… including my skin and clothing. I fell twice and the third time saw me forward roll. My knees, elbows, back all got a couple grazing and my bib number clean ripped off my T-shirt. I picked myself up but feeling a little stiffer struggled to catch them. I finished in 6hrs 56mins, 6th female, 49th overall. This process currently requires perspective which takes time. Damn Ego! I soaked my wounds and back in the bath and checked in with my body. All was intact! It was rewarded with wine over dinner. Up at 6am we caught the train to Rotenboden. I felt so lucky to be there. We filmed for 4. I then left Zermatt with sore legs, exasperated lungs, tired eyes but, with perspective, so a happy heart. Registering the day before and enjoying the sites of the city was the calm before the storm. Salzburg is a majestic city with a huge baroque cathedral imposing down on the square- if you look closely at the photo you can see how big it is as I stand in the corner. Built in it exudes historical significance. The race started at hrs so it was up at Breakfast when you least feel like it especially when the pizza from the previous night is still sitting pretty high. Coffee helps. My focus for the first flat 7km was not to go off to fast. I think I managed it. The women in front were two strong Spaniards I knew and respected and 3 others. We soon entered the Glasenbachklamm Gorge and the ascent began peaking up towards Gitzenberg. Lake Fuschlsee led to the Fuschl checkpoint and my drop bag. There were 11 aid stations and it was definitely a case of filling up with water at every single one. I took a salt tablet every 3hrs. I ate a Komfuel gel of some variety every mins. Flossing and brushing my teeth was one of the first things I did when I got in! I ran out of Fuschl carrying my bag full of fuel and poles. I should have sorted it all out at the aid station but then spent 10mins juggling items around until they found a home. I wanted to be as quick as possible aware that the other ladies in front had crew to support them. Then had to rest for 2 weeks to recover from an injury. I managed to train for 2 weeks before tapering thanks to David Roche for coaching me through this despite not thinking it a good idea! The run around Lake Wolfgang here with its turquoise water was beautiful. Those leading the 70km were coming in the other direction at some speed. We then had to climb Schalberg m. It was a technical single track for m heading back down towards St Gilgen. By the time I hit the nice runnable lake trail my legs did not want to fully cooperate. All I could think about was how fast the leading ultra men had traveled along it before me and the effort I was now making was not even comparable. I then started back on the marathon route that Clare was racing. It was full of short ish , sharp inclines and technical descents and in the last 3km there were steps! With 20km to go I was caught. I pulled away again with everything I could muster. In hindsight it was too fast too soon and when she caught me with 10km to go I had nothing left. I had given everything already. I was well fuelled despite my stomach not really moving anything through. It was like a lump just sat there. Running downhill was pretty uncomfortable. Congratulations to all those who raced. Jon survived and crossed the finish line in 20hrs with a grey haunted look, sickness and some horrendous armpit and bottom cheek chafing no photos! Clare successfully completed her first marathon with tears of joy despite the brutality of the heat and course. I was not underestimating this run. The offer of help from the Bob Graham Facebook page was immense. What a community! This was definitely an overwhelming theme through the build up and during the adventure itself. As the day approached I began to lay out all my kit and fuel. I aimed to eat something every hour and used Komfuel to select various bars and 32 Gi gels, Supernatural Fuel pouches, and good old Rice Pudding at the pit stops! We started at to avoid Friday 13th. Running out of Keswick I was so excited. Reality was finally here! Our pace early on was spot it although our schedule may have been a bit ambitious. It was essentially plucked out of the air to set a goal. Leg 1 was Keswick to Threlkeld 14miles, ft. It was cool so I started with arm warmers on and gloves. I held back from the pushing pace at the front and just enjoyed the tranquility of running through the night through the beam of my head torch. My bottom became my 5th appendage as I used it on certain sections scrambling down! We met the road crew; dropped off Rowan, with thanks, picked up George and Tim continued on with us. Clare also joined us to run this leg. Leg 2 was Threlkeld to Dunmail Raise 14miles, ft. It was windy high up and I had to put my rain coat on. Daylight arrived but only a small sunrise was visible. We continued on to climb Raise, White side and Helvellyn. It was noticeable that Paul and Andy were beginning to feel the effects of the previous 6hrs. They had worn raincoats from the start and I wonder whether this intensified their sweat rate so dehydrating them more. Coats were removed and we climbed Fairfield and then Seat Sandal before descending onto Dunmail Raise. The effects were immediate for Andy but unfortunately by the time Paul had got out of his wet t-shirt he was shivering uncontrollably. We ate, changed socks and I had to deal with my period! I had to take out and clean my moon cup which I did behind a towel as discreetly as I could, by a main road, only for a double decker bus to go past! We left George behind, with thanks, and continued on with the amazing Tim his third and final leg for us- a legend! We left, climbing Steel Fell, with heavy hearts having to leave Paul behind. Leg 3 was Dunmail Raise to Wasdale Head 16miles, m. It was meant to be 5. The sun was out, the wind had dropped and the going was the same boggy terrain. Patrick was struggling to eat enough and Andy was pretty vocal about this thoughts on not being able to go after this leg. Although one flapjack later it felt better and could readjust his outlook. I first noticed a small twinge in my hamstring along this stretch. It helped for a few steps but essentially I was now trying to find ways to move without further aggravating it. It was busy on Scarfell Pike which felt really odd after hours of solitude. From there it was downhill and this is where I really noticed my leg pain. I gobbled it all down and got to enjoy the scree descent. I limped into Wasdale head. I got a painful last minute dose of physio from Tim and taped myself up. I had made the decision to continue. Patrick decided his energy levels had left him and stopped he has done it before and Tim got a well deserved rest! We picked up Josh and Gary. Leg 4 was Wasdale Head to Honister Pass 11miles, ft. Leaving Wasdale was a climb straight up, the third steepest climb, Yewbarrow. We passed a chap who was also struggling on his round and I think eventually bailed on it. I desperately wanted to run between fells where possible but felt really hampered by the pain in my hamstring everytime I lifted my right foot up behind me. Reaching the Gables took forever. This was such a scenic and beautiful leg but unfortunately I was too emotionally involved in moving forward. I could see Andy was moving well and it was a humbling experience to be trying to keep up. Finally from Kirk Fell we could see it. Climbing it was initially grassy and then rocky in which bouldering skills were required. Leg 5 was Honister Pass to Keswick 11miles, ft. I feel pretty sorry for myself at this checkpoint as I was limping around. However, it was only self pity so picked up my head torch, re-fuelled and headed on up Dale Head. Clare was so encouraging and then Paul joined me to run this leg. Andy and Josh went on in case I slowed too much. Paul never actually got to run- he ended up supporting and encouraging me for the whole 3. He was absolutely superb. Up on Hindscarth we got to witness a beautiful sunset. I then had to really push on as it dawned on my I may miss the time. I ate, focused and became a woman possessed up Robinson. It was then a technical descent down to the road. Andy graciously chose not to push on which meant we could finish together. From Chapel Bridge we ran the road section in. Moot Hall was getting closer as I limped in. I am not local to the Lake District and so was aware that this would not have been possible without any of the navigational pacers and the road crew. As I slowed I was so grateful to them all for their patience and support. This John Legend song was playing at the end of the race as I crossed the finish line and it seemed very apt. The finishing times of this race do not truly reflect the closeness of the battle. I lined up on the start line with other runners and among them was Chrissie Wellington 4 x World Ironman Champion. We said hello at the start but it was all nerves and fresh cold air. It was chilly so I decided to start in arm warmers edged over my hands although I knew the forecast predicted warmth and sunshine. What a privilege in Scotland! I was pretty excited for this race as it was a pre-covid entry and I had waited two years for it. Frustratingly I got covid 3 weeks out from the start. I managed two reasonable runs prior to race day and then rolled my ankle! I did question whether all this was a sign not to race but choose to ignore it. I was committed. Jon and I drove the 8hours up split over two days before arriving in Milngavie and a fantastic Airbnb run by a fellow runner Jamie Aarons. However when I did I got a bit of a shock as it said 7. So I decided to regroup a bit and just check in with my body although ultimately I knew the reality- my legs were toast! It was going to be a case of slowing the least amount possible rather than trying to speed up. Chrissie kept pushing me as she commented it was a bit like cat and mouse. I ran into an aid station, filled up my prearranged gel and fuel selection and also caught Chrissie back up. I introduced a new fuelling strategy for this race. I went with the 80 g of carbohydrates per hour recommendation which meant a gel every half an hour and an energy drink. The day was quite warm and I was carrying two ml flasks which I consumed between aid stations. There were four aid stations. In total I consume 16 gels and about 4l of energy drink which now makes me feel quite ill but it did the job really well. In the first 20 miles I had to stop twice for the toilet but that was nothing to do with the fuel I was consuming. It was just one of those things. We then reached a technical section which lasted for about 6km after Inversnaid along the edge of Loch Lomond. On this path Chrissie suggested I go ahead of her because I was obviously quick on the technical ground and I thought this is my opportunity to push on- so I did. I never looked back and I kept pushing and pushing to the end of the race. I had no feedback where she was so in my head I played the game that she was only ever 30secs behind me. I was mainly running on my own after halfway so every time I went past someone it was nice to give them a bit of encouragement. Running from the last fuel aid station was 12 miles and I counted down every mile. It was a very welcome distraction to see the last checkpoint with about 5 miles to go. It was run by Ruth Howie and she was extraordinarily enthusiastic with cheering cowbells and this certainly helped motivate me as I ran up the hill towards the finish. I had no idea where the end was because I had not run the course before but I was determined not to slow and take for granted the lead I had. I was absolutely delighted to hear the sound of the Scottish bagpipes as I begun to enter the finishing straight which much to my surprise was carpeted, flagged and surrounded by smiling cheering people which was an incredible welcome in. What a race! Thank you to John, the organiser, and the whole Scottish running community who get behind this event. The memories live on! Create a free website or blog at WordPress. Main menu Skip to content. About me Race Diary Running Highlights. Jo Meek. Dragons Back Posted on September 23, by runningsquirreljo. No Limits Photography. Categories: Stage races , Ultra races Tags: adventure , dragons back , Running , snowdonia , wales Leave a comment. Scott Ultra Carbon RC shoe. Heidi walking faster than I can run! Eye masks compulsory! Congratulations Clare on finishing your first ultra! 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