Hadrian's Wall Adventure

So it was a Friday afternoon in mid June and it was pissing down with rain as Mark aqua-planed his mini along the M54 in a desperate bid to get us to the train station on time. We made it with minutes to spare... apparently they had changed the road layout (I believe you Mark!).

Our plan was to traverse the country West coast to East coast via Hadrian's Wall path in just two days.

We hopped onto First Class (free - oh yeah!) already wearing our running gear with our minimal race packs bursting at the seams with the stuff we thought may just keep us alive on our traverse across the country.

I think it was at this point that I realised Mark had decided not to bother with a full waterproof and had settled for a windproof. Mark has special powers... when the Met office say "heavy rain" all weekend, he packs for "perfect sunny breezy running weather" and apart from a good dousing at day break on Day 1, "Mark the weather boy" was right!

Realising the local bus out to Bowness On Solway was to leave at exactly the same time as our train was due into Carlisle, we reluctantly hailed a taxi to take us to the village where we would begin our 84 mile, two day run.
What was even more annoying was that we caught up said bus and proceeded to follow it along the road. We fought off the urge to ask our driver to overtake and drop us at the next bus stop, as he was a friendly and informative driver... so we kissed goodbye to £30.

So we checked into our B&B and met our colourful landlady for the night. She showered us with compliments about what we were planning to do, told us how young and fresh faced we looked after checking out our ages and how fit we were... Then proceeded to call in her other half to look at my legs! Which he duly did much to his and my embarrassment, and Mark's amusment!

Off to the local for a pint and some food where I chicked Mark at pool, twice ;-)

Then down to recce the start of Hadrian's Wall way, if a little tipsy!

Wrong way!

Whilst getting an early night in prep for rising at day break, it struck me how unbelievably quiet Bowness was. A massive expanse of salt flats where river and sea merged, a small sleepy village and complete silence. So quiet that I could hear a daddy long legs fluttering against the outside of my double glazed window. With no light pollution for miles the day gently faded into night... a vast open landscape so unfamiliar to me, compared to the woodland greenery of Shropshire many miles south.

My alarm, aptly set to the sound of a curlew woke me at 4am and I tiptoed downstairs to see Mark tucking into his 3rd course of what appeared to be a business trip breakfast! I grabbed some toast and coffee then we stole out into the darkness (The landlord poked his head out as we were leaving to tell us he didn't get to bed because the cat had fallen asleep on him, so he couldn't move!! One spoilt cat?!).

That morning at Bowness was magical as the sun rose...

We were to cover approximately 42 miles on Day 1 and we were hoping to arrive at Once Brewed Youth Hostel by late afternoon giving us time to relax and recover... errr and drink of course!

The long straight road out of Bowness ended up seeing us get absolutely soaked. The heavens really did open as we struggled on towards Carlisle trying to stay positive. But soon enough it subsided and by about 7am jackets were off and the sun was shining. We also had the treat of seeing a tawny owl perched on a gate 4 foot away from us. It kind of gave us a wink then fluttered away!

The next delight was the randy bull and the crazy farmer (or was it vice versa?). As we waited for the cows to come in for milking the bull seemed to be humping them one by one! Followed by a very friendly wild looking farmer, a cross between Billy Connelly and a long haired Mr Bean.

The miles went by and we were both running comfortably and easily, relaxing into our efficient ultra type gait. Although Mark is generally quicker than me, we have ended up running various ultras together unplanned, due to similar pace. One of the reasons I asked him along on the adventure. I couldn't cope with having to chase somebody for 80 odd miles!

We decided upon Checkpoint 1 as a costa coffee from a Shell garage in Carlisle.... 15 miles in.

The sun was shining as we followed the river through Carlisle and out into the beautiful countryside again. It was evident to us by now how clearly marked the trail was although there was no sign of any wall!!

The route was perfectly tended to throughout, with a range of flag stones and steps, ant-corrosion mats and bark chippings. But the most beautiful running surfaces were the metre wide mown strips that were in virtually every field. Who would have thought Hadrian was into Brazilians! :-D

Although be warned... it was on such a manicured pathway that my right foot disappeared into a hole resulting in a face plant. Mark thought I'd "Just collapsed" really!?

Basically the first three quarters of Day 1 became a "Hadrian's Tea Shop Tour" A blissful sunny day taking in the sights and reading the history of the various forts... and running of course!

Stall On The Wall!

Running was easy and comfortable when we met a lovely couple who were travelling the opposite way, at our spontaneously designated Checkpoint 2. 

They kindly took a shot and gently advised us that we had some tough "craggy bits" to negotiate ahead before we reached our beds for the night at the Once Brewed Youth Hostel. And although we had covered over half the distance, we had not dealt with half the day's effort.

They were not bloody wrong!!

Quite soon after this we started to climb up into the hills. This was what it was all about! I ran up a long tough hill pushing my heart rate up and working my legs on the climb, something I would normally avoid during any ultra distance, but we were both hungry for the height and the views to come!

On Top Of The World!!!

So it got steeper as we became more tired.. The terrain was by no means technical but the craggy landscape was vast and we had a long way to go. The miles got slower and there were no more little tea shops.. 

We were both at that familiar stage in an ultra where little things become difficult, confusion sets in and funny things happen such as unclipping your back pack strap but your bum bag falls off?! That sort of thing!

We both took on the ultra stagger... that drunken veering off the path that is always worth a giggle. Probably not the best time to mess around daring each other to look over the sheer drops of the crags...

Where was this hostel? After studying the map several times we realised we had to climb over the hills in the distance to reach our digs. So climb we did and digs we reached!

Descending down to civilisation after miles of steps, stiles and walls was a godsend.. 

I was so very thankful for the pint(s) and pie I devoured at Twice Brewed! 

With little signal and very tired legs I crashed after setting the curlew to wake me at 4am...

By 4.30am Sunday morning we were climbing back onto the ridge to rejoin the Wall. It was one of the most beautiful magical sunrises I've ever seen. Perfectly timed as we dropped down into Sycamore Gap

We soon warmed up and got back into an easy running pace enjoying the dips and troughs of the craggy landscape before we started to drop down towards sea level

Of all the prep and planning for the weekends adventure that we did, this was the part where we f***ed up. It was early sunday morning we were both craving real food, a proper breakfast and all I had was Halva and Cashew Nut Butter sachets and my little carb junkie friend just had gels and energy bars.

Now I can quite happily trot along with little fuelling as I'm pretty much fat adapted... Since I changed my diet to low carb/paleo and do the majority of my raining in an aerobic state my body seems to be happy burning fat and I don't seem to bonk anymore. Not to say I wasn't craving bacon, sausage and eggs!

Mark was having a bad time though, lacking energy and verging on the mother of all bonks... Luckily for us it was downhill and the beauty of the scenery kept us from throwing our toys out of the pram!

Finally after 6 hours on our feet, we found somewhere open for breakfast and it was goooooood!

Mark's t-shirt was not so apt at this stage...

With a Moroccan lamb pastry baton and a very apt packet of crisps stashed for later, we were back on the trails feeling refreshed!

We ticked the miles off through beautiful countryside, rolling fields of waving barley and many more manicured mown strips in the fields. I was getting tired, sore and had been having knee issues so we walked the ups, jogged the downs and mixed it up on the flats.

Day 2 was Hadrian's Power Hike.... although towards the end of the day it was minus the power and more of a shuffle. We were runners turned ramblers... I respect the rambling fraternity more than ever after Day 2 of Hadrian's Wall. 

We had set off at sunrise because we had a pre-booked train to catch home from Newcastle. If we didn't catch the 17:39 then we would need to stay away another night which was not an option. So throughout Day 2 we were clock watching, pushing on at a steady pace and trying not to stop at every cafe!

After running with a local lady aged 70 ish at Heddon for a while, we discovered that Wallsend was about 8 miles further than we had estimated. And that was 8 miles PAST the train station. A DNF was looking like a very strong possibility! 

The last 10 miles into and through Newcastle were all tarmac and although we had some nice river views... I was pretty much broken. My feet were tender and sore and my knee was swollen so we power walked the last few miles stopping briefly for an ice cream....

As the tarmac went on and on and on and on.... I muttered to Mark "God this map is so slow!" to which he replied "I don't think it's the map that is slow Em ;-)"....

Many hours on my feet appeared to have distorted any logic relating to maps and their scales!

We climbed up the final bank to the train station and stopped our Garmins. 83 miles over 2 days. We would never have made it to Wallsend and back so we called it a day!

What an incredible and amazing weekend... Perfect company, scenery and memories to cherish forever.... 

And my Peroni tasted gooooooood!

Below are the GPS tracks and short MOVIE!!  of our adventure....

http://app.strava.com/activities/60831457

http://app.strava.com/activities/60831450

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=s6CxTg_LrBs

Cherish your Child's Feet...

I have chosen to write about this topic as it is something I feel strongly about and I would like to raise more awareness. 

There is nothing quite as pure or delicate as a newborn baby's hand or foot. Photographed for their beauty and put in picture frames and cards the little hands and feet are miniatures of ourselves to cherish.....

We dress our babes in little woollen, soft leather booties as they wriggle in their prams and start to learn to crawl... A child's foot starts as a bundle of cartilage growing and developing into a mature foot at around 18 years. By then it consists of 28 bones supported by an array of muscles, ligaments and tendons. A structure that has evolved over millions of years in order for our species to walk, run, play, hunt and gather.....

Call me an anorak who is jumping on the "Barefoot" wagon or somebody who gets easily swept along with the latest fad, but when it comes to children and how my son will develop and grow throughout his life then I  take things seriously.... 

I feel that by the time our tots learn to "toddle", many are wearing heavy and restrictive shoes  that can impair their development and natural growth.

My angle - delivering my thoughts to you today, comes from a reasonable quota of background reading, some links to which can be found at the bottom of the page, my experience as a mother, a big handful of common sense and the very "back to basics", earthy ethos that my parents bestowed upon me.

A hippy? Possibly

There are a lot of people out there who are preaching to both new and seasoned runners about how they should shed their cushioned shoes and get low, light and often painfully minimal in order to improve running gait, efficiency and ultimately crush a PB.

This is not what this article is about... Yes, I'm an advocate of the "barefoot" movement and run in mostly minimal footwear because it suits me and I think it makes a whole lot of sense. However, I'm quite happy to step out on a Saturday night in a pair of heels or (for ultimate foot deformation) a nice pair of bad ass cow girl boots!

Grown ups are just that - they are "grown up". They can make decisions what to wear and more importantly, their feet are no longer developing. The majority of adults feet have been shaped into a variety of strange forms based upon the footwear they wore when their feet were still developing from birth to when they left home (or didn't) at 18 years old.
On that note...  How many of you can say the widest part of your foot is across the toes like that of a native who has never worn shoes?

How many of you suffer from ankle, knee, pelvic, hip, lower back, upper back, neck pain? Could this be down to the inefficiency of the foot to act as that spring, that took millions of years to evolve because your big toe (the main lever) is bent inwards and squashed against the next toe. Who knows!? 

And in fact some of todays adult population and certainly todays grandparents would have worn simple flat black pumps (remember those!?) and the likes of "Green Flash" for PE lessons. So although toes may have been shaped, the flexibilty of the shoe was there, unlike a lot of the trainers worn by kids today. So our kids today could end up even worse off...

I don't claim to be a scientist and I won't be quoting a lot of research although I believe there is growing evidence out there..

Should I get off my high horse? Oh... horses, yes whoever would have thought that people are realising barefoot is better for horses too. Many argue that the shod horse has changed its gait and lost its elegance, probably because somebody nailed a lumped of metal to its foot... Another story.

I'm not suggesting that your child has any such brutish association to his or her footwear but I believe there are a lot of shoes and trainers marketed at children that should quite frankly carry a health warning. Many have raised heels, supported arches, weigh far too much and deform the natural growth of the foot. Take a look at the photo below.....

So this is a 6 yr old childs foot who has worn unrestrictive shoes. Next to it on the right, is the "Airwalk" a random, cheap trainer similar to those that are for sale in sports shops, supermarkets and basically all the brand names apart from a small selection of brands who have different interests. To the left of his foot is a Merrell Barefoot Crush Glove and far left is the Merrell Flux Glove.

Its kind of obvious that the toes are going to get squished whilst wearing the "Airwalk". Whereas the toes are able to splay and remain unrestricted in the roomy toe box provided by the Merrells. So what happens if the child doesn't get to develop naturally? So what if his/her toes lose all ability to splay??

Jay Dicharry "Anatomy of Runners" defines the big toe as the ultimate lever to movement. Please consider that this is no more about running as it is about day to day movement... walking etc. So if the big toe is shaped inwards by footwear common sense says it may well compromise that lever and effect biomechanics further up the body.

When the child is wearing a padded shoe with a raised heel, he/she has to look at the ground more when running because there is zero preprioception - no feedback. A kid is more likely to fall over wearing a big heavy shoe than barefoot or minimal. Does your child fall over a lot? It's not their fault, maybe they have just lost the ground feel and feedback they need to stay agile.

Take a look at the photo below where I am twisting the Crush Glove... the more flexible the shoe the more the child will have a strong arch as it is allowed to develop and grow naturally. 

Below Archie tries to twist the "Airwalk"

And the Crush Glove, which is clearly more flexible.

Below I am folding the Flux Glove demonstrating how a childs foot would easily be able to flex on the run...

Raised heels and extensive cushioning will not help the feet develop into the strong spring from which the littles dudes are going to bound through life on!

I think I may have made my point and perhaps should wrap it up now...

Both Merrell and Vivobarefoot produce childrens minimal footwear. My son wears Vivo's for school and Merrells any other time, when he is not barefoot. The Merrells are reasonably priced and his Crush Gloves weigh in at 154g compared to a whopping 228g for the aforementioned Airwalk tots trainer. Even my size 7 Merrells weigh less at 168g!

Another option, although not as durable, is the neoprene beach shoe. Great for the summer months when you want a little protection for those tootsies.

And now to finish with a spot of humour!!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NPdb7ZDJKS4



References, Links and further reading :

The Big Book of Health and Fitness - Dr Phil Maffetone

http://www.drgangemi.com/kids/childs-shoe/

http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2010/aug/09/barefoot-best-for-children

http://www.runblogger.com/2011/01/proper-shoes-for-kids-thoughts-from.html

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Anatomy-Runners-Unlocking-Potential-Prevention/dp/1620871599

Merrell Mix Master Move Glide Review

Introduced in the Spring of 2013, the Women's Mix Master Move Glide is part of Merrells M-Connect range. It is a minimalist shoe designed primarily for road or trail.

The Move's are my current Ultra marathon shoe of choice, at least until I am comfortable wearing the very minimal Pace Gloves over such distances.

I recently won the Cotswold Way Challenge in the Mix Master Move Glides. The race was 60 miles off-road, over two days. Placing 1st lady and 3rd overall, I was more than happy with the performance of the Move's on a mixed terrain course.

APPEARANCE

Available in three colours the Move's look modern and appealing. They sport the wide toe box characteristic of Merrell shoes which is one of the main reasons I wear these products. Here I have fitted lock laces which work equally as well as the originals, but without me having to worry with tying etc.

CONSTRUCTION/PERFORMANCE

The Move's have 8mm of heel cushioning and 4mm under the ball of the foot, giving them a 3.5-4mm drop. They have an EVA insole which when removed instantly gives you better ground feel within the shoe. I find this incredibly useful, depending on the distance of my training/racing.

Although advertised as a minimalist shoe, because of the 18mm overall stack height, they could, with care be used as a transitional shoe for those looking to become more minimalist in their running style.

Although Merrell describe the Moves as being designed for the road in mind, the shoe performs very well on the trails as demonstrated by my recent races. The outsole construction provides durable traction in most trail conditions.

The Move's have very little arch support which to me is a good feature of a minimalist shoe, allowing natural strengthening of the foot. They have plenty of protection for the toes and lateral foot areas due to a robust but very lightweight molded bumper.

The synthetic leather upper is also very lightweight and is supported nicely by the molded eyelets that provide structure to the shoe. The shoes can be laced quite snugly without pressure points developing. An important feature for me when running off road and especially during long steep descents.

My size 8's weigh in at 235g/8.3oz which is lightweight considering the amount of protection the Moves provide.

With the 18mm stack height you would maybe question flexibility, but as you can see below, Merrell have retained great flexibility making them a great off road shoe.

I would recommend the Moves to those wishing to transition towards minimalist running and for those looking for a little more protection than Merrell Gloves on longer distances. They are comfortable, lightweight and friendly in every way and can be worn on any running surface.

Securing victory after 60 miles trail racing in the Mix Master Move Glides.

Behind the lens... Kristof Nowicki http://kristoftrails.blogspot.co.uk/

Merrell Pace Glove Review

Although the Pace Glove has been widely reviewed and it is solely the colours that have been updated in 2013, I feel the shoe warrants some words on how it has performed for me.

As an Ultra runner I strive to keep my footwear as minimal as possible yet with the required cushioning and comfort to complete the distance at hand.

My aim is to complete all Ultra distances in my Pace Gloves but as with all barefoot running, patience is a virtue and whilst my feet are strengthening my top distance to date is 24 miles.

The Pace Glove is part of Merrells M-Connect Series where the ethos is to connect your feet to the terrain. By encouraging mid foot landing in a minimal or zero heel to toe drop shoe, the feet and legs strengthen, improving running technique and hence efficiency.

APPEARANCE

With a vast selection of colours available for both the women’s Pace Glove and the men’s Trail Glove, there is something for everybody, from subtle to vibrant!

Although down to individual taste, I think the shoe looks modern with a nicely contoured shape and although the toe box is sufficiently roomy, this doesn’t take anything away from the overall look of the shoe.

As a matter of habit I fit all my new shoes with lock laces as a personal choice, although the original laces on the Pace Glove tend to stay in their knots a lot better than many other shoes I've worn.

CONSTRUCTION/PERFORMANCE

So, the Pace glove is my number one training shoe unless the conditions warrant studs, in which case I choose a fell shoe. This leads me on to the grip provided by the Vibram outsole.

Considering the tread is not particularly deep, the shoe remains pretty stable in muddy conditions and the good ground feel and zero drop keep you connected to the terrain well. 

Although I wouldn’t wear these on a very wet, steep fell race, I would certainly be happy on a steep smooth dry grassy descent.

They perform equally well on wet roads, to me there is almost a “ghecko effect” where there is suction when I land on the forefoot.

Although the Vibram sole is approaching 10mm, the shoe is still incredibly flexible and can be easily folded in half with one hand.

The ground feel provided by the Pace Glove suits the terrain I run on. Not once have I had bruising to my feet after encountering rocks, roots and stones.

The glove has a 1mm forefoot shock absorption plate, 4mm EVA mid sole and a fused rubber toe bumper.

Although I would say the proprioception is less than some other minimalist footwear, I do believe Merrell has got the balance right here.

Of all the features of the Pace Glove, the one that really stands out for me is the incredible “lightness” of the shoe. No other shoe to date has matched how light-footed and springy I feel whenever I put them on my feet and run. They literally make me feel as if I am dancing down the trails and skipping up them!

My size 8’s weigh just 185g/6.5oz per shoe, mostly due to the lightweight breathable mesh upper which although lets the water in easily, I find within a few steps on dry land any water has happily squelched back out!

Finally, the lacing system holds the glove securely around the mid foot enabling you to enjoy the roomy toe box without slipping forward in the shoe on descents. 

I would advise to go up a size or half size. The shoes are so unobtrusive generally that a size up should give your toes extra room to splay without any problems. I have read over and over how most runners run in shoes a size too small. Don’t be afraid to return them if the sizing doesn’t feel right.

All in all, a sleek, durable and comfortable minimalist shoe…

Happy running!

(Kristof Nowicki - Behind the lens) http://kristoftrails.blogspot.co.uk/

Cotswold Way Ultra Challenge

The Cotswolds Way Challenge 2013 was an inaugural event organised by Extreme Energy whose events I'd raced in before. Knowing how well organised and welcoming their events were, I chose the CWC as my first target "A" race for 2013.

So during the first quarter of 2013 my training was geared towards this back-to-back Ultra weekend. I slowly increased my mileage, immersing myself in the elements of our never ending British winter.
I adopted the Maffetone method of training throughout the first few months, keeping my heart rate steady and building a fat burning base http://www.philmaffetone.com/bmaffmethod.cfm

In between work and family life, I managed to bring my weekly mileage up to 45 miles during my peak in March, then threw in some speed-play for fun whilst beginning to taper for my racing weekend on 6th and 7th April.

I must have done something right because I secured a clear win in the ladies field and was 3rd overall!

Although the field wasn't massively stacked I was pleased with my pace with respect to elevation gained.... I do love hills and the Cotswolds has some beautiful rolling hills that are deceptively tough!

Details of my training and both race days can be found here

http://app.strava.com/athletes/198829

http://app.strava.com/dashboard?feed_type=my_activity

I raced in my Merrell Mix Master Move Glides (review to follow) and although I missed what I call my "Fairy Shoes" AKA Merrell Pace Gloves.... The Glides gave me a little more protection over the distance, which was in fact 60 miles over 2 days.

I wore a combination of Salomon and Strava apparel, with the new Nathan Vapor Shape, women specific race vest/pack.... I had zero issues with any of the kit which I'd tested during training. There was no chaffing, flapping or rubbing... Everything felt good. Still laughing to myself at Austin's (my Day 2 running buddy) disgust at competitors who run 6 hrs with a map slapping against their ass every single step... or loose change shaking in a pocket for 32 miles!

So now I'm done with plugging of my favourite gear.... !!! Lets get onto the beauty of the race...

There were three of us Shropshire Lasses travelling down for this event and we took a hotel in Droitwich Friday night to break up the journey...

Now although my diet is generally low carb/Paleo stylie these days, I'm always up for a spot of light, pre-race carbo loading when it is in the form of beer ;-)

Race Day 1 was estimated at 27 miles, so essentially only just an "Ultra" but when there is another 30 to follow the next day, I'd say the distance needs respecting!

I set off waaaay too fast, I knew I wouldn't sustain a sub 9 min/mile pace with 3,000+ foot of ascent in my path, but I felt good! The sun was shining! The trails were dry!
I felt I'd got the peaking and tapering pretty much spot on, so I just went with my silly fast pace leaving a lot surprised runners in my wake until I settled into an easy (but not too shabby!) Ultra trot....

Now the trouble with having four different starting times for different paced runners, is that I really had no idea of my placing.. so there was not a lot of tactics involved. I really just ran as hard as I could whilst trying to keep my breathing steady, and stress hormones and heart rate low with the view to live for another day!

The Cotswolds Way is probably the most beautiful trail I have run upon. Hilly but not too exposed or vast, with a mixture of light sandy soil and grass. Beautiful idyllic villages strewn along a National Trail that dips down into and up over rolling farmland, common land and ancient woodlands. Forts and a multitude of viewpoints (even though one such viewpoint was actually described to me by Austin as the biggest dogging area in Gloucestershire!!) are scattered along the Way.

We had perfect running weather. Dry, sunny but not too hot with very little wind.

So after 10 miles or so the usual doubts kicked in. Every ultra runner would probably understand me when I started to question the aches and pains that were creeping up on me. "How the heck am I going to complete this ridiculous distance if I'm aching already??!"

Then as usual things either start to go numb or I become accustomed to the pain and just keep on running.
The navigation was pretty straight forward if you were pedantic about the way mark symbols. I indeed became very pedantic about these after detouring off onto a CW Circular Walk! Lovely for a Sunday ramble, but not on race day please!!

I climbed an extra hundred foot or so, added to my distance and lost two places during my little detour. But it could have been worse... I overtook the two guys (again) and I learnt my lesson.

So after 28 miles I dropped down off Cleeve Hill, flying down through the steep, open fields into Bishops Cleeve for a short road run to the finish. The usual warm welcome from the Xnrg crew and news of my 1st place in the ladies field and 4th overall ended a great days racing for me.

Once showered, refreshed and with legs massaged by the Xrng crew, Debbie suggested we head straight to the pub for a lazy pre-dinner drinkie. Yes please!

After a lovely big feast I had an early night and although I didn't sleep too well, my legs and body had a good horizontal rest. It was an interesting harmony of tired snoring competitors that night in the big school gym.

I was raring to go on Day 2. I was put with the late starters, the theory being we would catch the others up.
I get a real positive hit when I can start overtaking people even if they are walkers! When Austin pointed out some figures in the distance later, we soon realised they weren't even in the race.... But that didn't matter, we were reeling them in, like predators hunting a wounded bison!

After clearing it with the organisers, Austin had arranged to meet me at mile 9 on Day 2 and run to the finish with me. He knew the route, and being an ultra runner himself knew exactly what the score was. He was fantastic company and a real boost for my morale.

The hours flew by and I kept going strong. I only threw my toys out of the pram a couple of times when we hit the tarmac (tarmac does that to me... its not me... its the tarmac!). Thankfully the whole route had very little road, so my grumpiness was short lived.

The highlight of the day was my ice cream! Thank you Austin!

I had highs and lows, but even the lows were enjoyable, if that makes sense!?

Stretching a hamstring at a checkpoint.....

Final food stop... 7 miles to go.....

As with all my ultra races I felt like I could fly the last couple of miles... its all in my mind because it matters not what distance I am doing. Its always the last mile or two. Everything seems to stop hurting and I can pick up the speed. We flew down into Stroud at a 7.30 min/mile pace shaking off a couple of guys who were trying to stay with us.

I crossed the line and secured my win for the two days combined.
Kate was 3rd lady and Debbie was 4th Lady... a great result for "Team Shroppie!"

All in all a good start to the season for me...
My next target races are the Red Kite Trails weekend

http://www.redkite-barcudcoch.org.uk/

These are a lot shorter... which means faster! So as soon as my legs feel ready for action, I'll be on the hills trying a little more speed-play and quick foot turnover work and see what May brings!

The Hot House...

Today there were no idyllic trails to saunter down.. today was work, and training in the Hot House....

Crouching next to my buddy beside the steel container I hear his breathing rate is elevated with anticipation. As I gaze at the blistered, peeling paint on the steel wall, a familiar wave of claustrophobia seeps into my mind. I can just about hear the fire, roaring.... from the depths of the "oven" that essentially this structure has become.

A couple of deep breaths and I plan the logical order of what I would do, should my equipment fail when we are in the heat and very heart, of the fire.... I'm ready.

BANG BANG on the steel door, our cue, and we are on!

I spray the outside of the door with water and SSSSS! It evaporates into steam instantaneously...

As my buddy opens the door I blast a cloud of droplets into the thick black dirty smoke as it pours over us like an overflowing cauldron. Fresh air is greedily sucked into the room to feed the fire that we know is in the depths of the kiln.

We move inside and our thick fire kit gradually absorbs the intense heat. I know once the heat gets in, it  won't get out, it will just get hotter and hotter. A "Boil in the Bag" microwave dinner...

I blast a spray like an umbrella around us... our safe zone. The spray sizzles into nothing, we can see nothing... More spraying above our heads as we move forward... but not too much water or we will scald..

Then I see it coming at us... up in the smoke layer. The red glow... the fire. It moves quickly along the ceiling as I change my branch settings to blast the water deep into its fire gases... Then blackness, so time to progress, I feel hands of fire pushing me down to the ground, we are on our knees as we move forward. Its so incredibly hot, I feel my shoulders burning.

I spray above us, our umbrella... Then it comes at us again, rolling along the ceiling like a dragon and once again I knock it back. We progress, we cannot see, but look for the seat of the fire..... We are close, but once more the fire attacks us, once more I fight back, then we hit the seat of the fire. Game over, but I REALLY need to get out, I am so hot....

We back out, on our knees, always looking to check the fire has not re-ignited...
Bright daylight... we are outside. I pull my mask off and start to cool down....

Once more I go in... this time my buddy fights the fire and I'm putting my trust into him to get me through. We are in our own little bubble of steam in backdraught conditions and he beats it back....

As I cool down once more, I think of my boy... I know in my heart that a casualty would not survive such a fire... but maybe they would, if they were in a room beyond? Or a room above?

I know this has nothing to do with trail running..... or does it? It may explain my love for open hills, space, minimalist kit....

I've never had a desire to do MDS ;-)