I am just a normal man. I have normal job and a normal family and a normal cocker spaniel. I live in a normal street. Like so many others I squeeze in work, home, kids, extra shifts, after school clubs and everything else that needs doing into the same 24hrs we are all given.
However, let’s scroll back to an Easter weekend nearly 10 years ago. It turned out to be a seminal day for me whereby coincidence and serendipity intervened and I met the running icon that is Joss Naylor. On the same day, I had a minor health scare on the Western Cumbrian Fells. Thanks to the care and support of my walking partner Paul we made our way down and I survived to tell the tale; truth be told, I was fat and unfit and had been found sadly wanting. I had a road-to-Damascus moment of clarity that meant the very next day I started running and I've never really stopped.
I have a rich background in Lakeland walking. I was lucky enough to have grandparents who lived in Keswick, so since being a small child I have been visiting and falling evermore in love with the Lake District. I never feel more alive than I do when I am in and amongst the Great Outdoors. I initially tried to combine my love of fells and running into fell running which was largely unsuccessful. Thankfully, I did feel more comfortable with trail running.
Over the years and the thousands of miles I have since clocked up, running has given me so much - primarily purpose and focus. Be under no illusion, I am neither a fast nor talented runner, but what I lack in speed I make up for with an ability to dig deep and to function in the midst of discomfort. Whilst running and walking, my love of the outdoors has deeply enriched my life through the places I've been, the things I've seen and the people I've met. Despite the previous 29 ultra-marathons I have participated in, if truth be told I don’t really consider myself a runner at all. Nonetheless, I have forged a strong relationship with running and the emotional, mental and physical benefits have been incredibly enriching. Running has given me an enormous amount, not least an identity and a community of friends that I am hugely lucky to have.
When I volunteered and marshalled on the 2019 edition of the HM110, I was utterly inspired and beguiled by what the event’s participants were trying to accomplish. A seed was planted. A daydream turned into a target and I quickly backfilled a plan. The seed grew, gathering momentum and traction to the point where in November 2019 I clicked ‘Enter’. This fired the starter gun, but little did I know the adventure I was about to embark on.
COVID has altered so much this year for so many. It almost seems trivial to be talking about the 110HM when so much has changed, however, the original date in May was pushed forward to August. To be honest, I think we were very lucky to have the event at all.
At 0830hrs, on Saturday 23rd August 2020, I stood on the start line of the iconic HARDMOORS 110 ultramarathon. This challenge takes the participants along the full length of The Cleveland Way - Filey to Helmsley in less than 36hrs. The difficulty of the event is highlighted by a 50% DNF rate. This was by far the longest and most significant challenge I had undertaken; I was in no doubt that this was going to test me mentally and physically in ways that I had never experienced before. I knew I would be hugely dependent on several key people in particular to guide and support me during this event. Their help was crucial to me completing this challenge and they have my endless thanks and gratitude.
In my case, tackling an event like this is all about teamwork and planning. Although it was me covering every yard of The Cleveland Way, I had the most sensational backroom team covering every aspect of this event. I had to get over myself, accept - give myself - and trust the team behind me. I felt like I was the tip of the pen with so much going on behind the scenes to support me. AlI had to do was keep moving forward.
Like many of us, I am in a constant cycle of upgrading gear, researching and buying according to budget - with one eye always on the the bigger picture. I had a watershed moment last year and realised that my gear needed to be improved; I became starkly aware that lots of my gear was not good enough for 50+ mile events. Bit by bit, my waterproofs, poles, specific trainers, backpack, were invested in....hundreds of pounds. Real support for one’s feet is crucial; supportive footwear helps feet, knees, hips and back enormously.
I also went to see a running coach in September 2019 for specific guidance. Her guidance on “purposeful training” formed part of the bedrock of my buildup to this event. I knew I would need to loose weight and build core strength and commit to this distance a year out. She was an inspiration and a wonder to talk to.
I devised a programme of events leading to the HM110 that meant I could give myself the best possible start to any attempt. Every run and walk had a purpose to it. In January and February I ran ultra Marathons with specific targets, not times, in order to manage different aspects of the journey and my body - my knees in particular. I learnt to finally listen to my knees and manage them over a prolonged distance. Eating and drinking whilst on the go, fuelling the engine, is so important. On the standard marathon distances I can get away with perhaps not giving this the attention it deserves, but with the longer events, no stone can be left unturned.
Most of all, it’s about finding what works for you. There is no right way or wrong way, it’s just the way that works for you. It doesn’t just present itself, you have to search, find, bark up the wrong tree, welcome and listen to those around you, cherrypicking the bits you need. With trial and error, you will make your plan.
In the background, in preparation for this event, I ran 1600 miles between January and August, largely on the Cleveland Way. As the weeks ticked by I built a programme aiming for alternative 50 mile ‘Maintaince weeks’ and 60 mile ‘longer run week’, whereby I did several longer runs with the distance increasing every time. In June I ran far too long in extremely warm conditions; it was a very important lesson for me. Not being petite, I have to remember that I simply have a bigger solar panel on which to absorb heat!
Very aware of the dangers of overtraining, I thought long and hard about my exit from intense training. 1,600 miles of running this year alone, the last 3 weeks before the HM110 saw me taper away. I did a 30 mile run one week, 20 miles with two weeks to go and then gentle walking in the final week whilst desperately trying not to injure myself so close to the event. We thoroughly enjoyed a family holiday with no running and no pressure to run. The work had been done. My body was as strong as it was ever going to be.
I went to work and I rested. It’s quite odd, conscientiously resting knowing what my body was going to be asked to produce. It’s like picking up the lead and the dog being excited, only to go to the vets!!
I had packed and repacked my gear; I had prepared my drop bags. I went through my running tops to choose which I felt most comfortable with. I wanted them to reflect my full 8 year running journey, from the first marathon to the most recent. I read and reread the emails. I was as ready as I could be.
The week before I had a wobble, a significant wobble. I ignored texts and WhatsApp, pretending it wasn’t happening. Perhaps it was a way of coping, but in short I was frightened; I was intimidated. Sarah (my wife) and I had significant words about this undertaking - her doubts and concerns all came from a place of love.
Years of walking and running, years of mountain sense and trail sense, thousands of hours in the great outdoors in all weathers in all conditions at all times have lead to this moment, this weekend, this startline.
I went to bed early the night before, but rest was fitful.
At 0500 the harsh alarm rang out. I was awake well before the alarm.
It was time.
I ate my usual porridge and toast. I kitted up, it felt like putting on my armour. On my arm I had written a mantra....”What if this is the last time?” .... I nervously ate.
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