Just had a look at the mwis forecast and it does not look great. But it does not look terminal either. It looks like the start will be fine, through Friday evening and (thankfully!) through the night. It seems as though it will be clear and cool which will allow for good progress.
As Saturday progresses though it will get wet. The timings are all a bit vague according to the various sources although these will become clearer as the day approaches and the forecasts become confident. It looks like there is a low coming in over Wales and the SW, with the Lakes sitting on the northern fringe of the bad weather. Sunday looks horrible.
This all means that the weather will be at its worst during the hardest part of the round, i.e. leg 4 from Wasdale and onwards.
So, what to do?!?!
Much of the advice I've received about strategy and effort centres around two key themes:
- Don't go off too quickly
- Make the most of the best conditions
It appears that these are, for this weekend at least, in direct contradiction of each other. A faster start means making hay whilst the sun (and moon) shines, but might this mean exploding towards the end, when the rain comes. Going off steadily, as I planned to, will mean I'm better set to last the course, but it'll mean hitting the rain earlier in the round.
I could also start an hour earlier to make a bit more of the finer weather? This depends upon the availability of support, both road and fell. I can;t mess so many people about, but this could be an option. Doing this means getting in touch with my supporters and warning them, which means deciding soon.
It's not so much rain that slows you down, it's lack of visibility. The GPS will help but the fact is it is harder to keep your spirits up when it's murky and wet. It is arguable that these weather conditions have reduced my chances.
But the BGR was not supposed to be easy. It's time to draw upon some facts and experiences. I ran, alone and with a rucksack, on some stretches of the BGR in far worse weather than is forecast and kept to schedule. This time, i have helpers, nothing to carry and I'll be more determined. Also, it's only rain. If you're going to test yourself in the hills, you'll get wet. You've been wet plenty of times and pushed on well. Don't worry :)
The answer to this soliloquy is to keep things simple.
I'm going to start at the appointed time. All the stress of rearranging everything will outweigh the benefit of that extra dry hour.
I am going to try and make up time on legs 1,2 and 3. Not too much, but i need to get as much 'in the bank' as i can before Wasdale without wearing myself out - quite a balancing act. I'll take shorter than planned food stops at Threlkeld and Dunmail (10 mins each if i can) and aim to pull out between 30 mins and an hour on the 23.5hr schedule before Wasdale. I'd rather not be behind schedule when the rain comes, but if i am, i'll push hard to make it up.
This means that leg 4 will feel harder and my leg 4 and 5 pacers will have to work to keep me going. For me, the crux of the whole round has always been leg 4. It's always the bit i've been a little afraid of. The fact that the rain will arrive then truly sets this up as a test of mind and body.
I can cope with this and am ready (but it wouldn't break my heart to see an improved forecast tomorrow!).
Wednesday, 27 June 2007
Monday, 25 June 2007
w/c 25th June - Excited, hopeful, determined, daunted
Everyone has a bit of their brain which, if I was a brain scientist, would be referred to as 'The Cheese Factory'. It's this part of my brain (operating in the opposite side of my head to the bits responsible for style, coolness, judgement and taste) that keeps playing "The Final Countdown" by 80's-soft-rock-hairfest Europe during moments of contemplation or worse, sleep. The Final Countdown, honestly.
Clearly my Cheese Factory is well developed and working well, but even at it's maximum output (when a verse sneaks in after the chorus before I stub it out) it cannot compare to what the rest of my brain is doing, which is something like, WHOOOOOOOA, or, SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-AARRRGH.
Suffice to say, I've been nervous. I've been nervous about failing. I've been nervous about the weather (73 flood alerts currently on the go. 73!). I've been nervous about letting lots of people down that have come to help me and so want me to succeed. I became more nervous when hearing that so many people have succeeded over the last few weekends (well done to you all) and I've been nervous that this is making those that know me think that it's even more of a foregone conclusion. It's not.
My hope and intention is that all this nervousness (and the Cheese Factory) will give way to confidence and determination. I'm sure it will once I'm on the hill and plugging steadily up Skiddaw.
This past week has been awful. Work has been bad, but is better now, thankfully. I've been pre-occupied and irritable and have been off the ball at work and at home. I've lurched from positive vibes to dauntedness and fear on a sixpence, with the pace of change familiar to the manically depressed. To be blunt - I've been a right pain in the arse.
On Saturday, I ventured out for my last pre BGR run - a 9 mile, 3100' ascent run on the Clywdian Hills route. This is a run that I can cruise round in about 100 mins now with no major effort, running all the climbs (bar the gully, which is so rough as to render running impractial) and not stopping once. This time, my heart was pounding and I had to take some rest. My legs felt strong, but i could not catch my breath. I felt like i was having palpatations! I'd had a very busy and stressful day at work on the Friday, very little tea in the evening and lost some sleep (Europe again). I was never going to run well that morning. I did not feel at all well.
It was an important run though. Some very strange things happened during it. I'm not big on fate or on moments of blinding realisation and self-discovery, but a couple of things happened which have meant that this week leaves me feeling really confident and excited.
Firstly, I was not going so well but instinctly knew i would be OK. That's really important. It was a reaction, not a decision. I knew I'd be alright. I realised that I'd done the training, body and mind. I came to know that if I don't get round, it's not through lack of training.
But it wasn't a totting up of feet of ascent and miles that made me realise this. Instead, I realised that all my training runs moved me onwards, even the ones that went poorly. I'd had some great days out and some rotten days out (which were still great days out, a seemingly nonsensical sentiment most fellrunners nod and smile wryly at). All these runs make you physically stronger, but some teach you something about yourself. I came to realise that I'd done enough 'hard yards' to account for a complete training schedule.
I genuinely felt bad on Saturday, ill in fact, but plugged on. This was automatic. I thought back and realised that this automation had been hard won. I backed myself without really knowing it. I'd done loads of training runs like this (in fact I'd simply done loads of training runs full stop), i.e. tough runs that didn't feel good.
The other weird thing that happened during that Saturday run was (don't laugh) that I heard a loudspeaker playing Chariots of Fire as I was resting atop the gully on Moel Famau. Seriously! There was a Race For Life going on down in the valley and the wind was carrying the noise up the hill. Fate? Naaaaah, although the Cheese Factory is trying to convince me otherwise.
There are loads of reasons for bad training days, and I now realise you need to sample them all to truly test yourself. Sometimes it's your guts (remember that run with Steve, Sarah, Nick and Pete when you felt sick for the first 90 mins after that fry-up!), sometimes the weather (that run on Leg 3 in January in 90 mph winds and horizontal rain will live with me for a while), sometimes it's illness (racing the Edale Skyline after a week of diarrhoea was not a good idea, esp in those conditions, but i did not bin it, unlike many other runners) and sometimes it's your mood and state of mind, an obstacle which is accounted for by Saturday's run. I wouldn't have ever predicted it, but my last run was the cherry on the top. I hadn't yet been out for a run when i felt like i shouldn't be there. I;ve really enjoyed the training, even wet days in the Lakes, hailstorms in Snowdonia (whilst wearing obscenely short shorts) and messy, peaty tromps across the high Pennines. I didn't enjoy Saturday, but that, in hindsight, was just what I needed.
Saturday's run capped off the most enjoyable period of training I've ever done. Between January and start of the taper 2 weeks ago I averaged about 10,000 per week. I've done one 19 hour day, one 11 hour day, three 10 hour days and probably about 15-20 tough runs of 4 to 6 hours. I've done 40 ascents of the Tattenhall railway in 5 sessions and run to the 1850' summit of Moel Famau 35 times.
There have been many shining highlights. My run at the Yorkshire 3 Peaks was just so enjoyable. it was a breakthrough run for me, well under 4 hours when I didn't dare hope I had improved that much. The Welsh 3000's was great, both times. The incomplete, wet day had it's lessons (take warm gloves - always) and the successful round was great because I had no fear and ran well to the end. I also felt that way during the Fellsman, which i thought a special event. Those latter runs are how I want to approach the BGR - that feeling of quiet confidence and enjoyment.
There have been few opaque lowlights; just two in fact. The week of illness in February was just horrible, including the Skyline when i felt out of gas with 5 miles to go. Toughed it out in the snow to get round in a shade over 4 hours (miles slower than lastyear) but cannot claim it as enjoyable. The other lowlight has been (is!) the taper. Is it too much? Have I lost fitness? The Final Countdown blaring out of the Cheese Factory. It's a crap time for you and the loved ones around you.
All this reflection has made me realise that I'm ready. The taper really does crank up the expectation. The nervousness is now subsiding into excitement. Never was a Christmas awaited with as much anticipation as this!
All that remains is for me to eat lots and drink more, get a massage (8am tomorrow!), sleep plenty, pack my things, get up there and get round. And get round I will.
Mark
Clearly my Cheese Factory is well developed and working well, but even at it's maximum output (when a verse sneaks in after the chorus before I stub it out) it cannot compare to what the rest of my brain is doing, which is something like, WHOOOOOOOA, or, SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-AARRRGH.
Suffice to say, I've been nervous. I've been nervous about failing. I've been nervous about the weather (73 flood alerts currently on the go. 73!). I've been nervous about letting lots of people down that have come to help me and so want me to succeed. I became more nervous when hearing that so many people have succeeded over the last few weekends (well done to you all) and I've been nervous that this is making those that know me think that it's even more of a foregone conclusion. It's not.
My hope and intention is that all this nervousness (and the Cheese Factory) will give way to confidence and determination. I'm sure it will once I'm on the hill and plugging steadily up Skiddaw.
This past week has been awful. Work has been bad, but is better now, thankfully. I've been pre-occupied and irritable and have been off the ball at work and at home. I've lurched from positive vibes to dauntedness and fear on a sixpence, with the pace of change familiar to the manically depressed. To be blunt - I've been a right pain in the arse.
On Saturday, I ventured out for my last pre BGR run - a 9 mile, 3100' ascent run on the Clywdian Hills route. This is a run that I can cruise round in about 100 mins now with no major effort, running all the climbs (bar the gully, which is so rough as to render running impractial) and not stopping once. This time, my heart was pounding and I had to take some rest. My legs felt strong, but i could not catch my breath. I felt like i was having palpatations! I'd had a very busy and stressful day at work on the Friday, very little tea in the evening and lost some sleep (Europe again). I was never going to run well that morning. I did not feel at all well.
It was an important run though. Some very strange things happened during it. I'm not big on fate or on moments of blinding realisation and self-discovery, but a couple of things happened which have meant that this week leaves me feeling really confident and excited.
Firstly, I was not going so well but instinctly knew i would be OK. That's really important. It was a reaction, not a decision. I knew I'd be alright. I realised that I'd done the training, body and mind. I came to know that if I don't get round, it's not through lack of training.
But it wasn't a totting up of feet of ascent and miles that made me realise this. Instead, I realised that all my training runs moved me onwards, even the ones that went poorly. I'd had some great days out and some rotten days out (which were still great days out, a seemingly nonsensical sentiment most fellrunners nod and smile wryly at). All these runs make you physically stronger, but some teach you something about yourself. I came to realise that I'd done enough 'hard yards' to account for a complete training schedule.
I genuinely felt bad on Saturday, ill in fact, but plugged on. This was automatic. I thought back and realised that this automation had been hard won. I backed myself without really knowing it. I'd done loads of training runs like this (in fact I'd simply done loads of training runs full stop), i.e. tough runs that didn't feel good.
The other weird thing that happened during that Saturday run was (don't laugh) that I heard a loudspeaker playing Chariots of Fire as I was resting atop the gully on Moel Famau. Seriously! There was a Race For Life going on down in the valley and the wind was carrying the noise up the hill. Fate? Naaaaah, although the Cheese Factory is trying to convince me otherwise.
There are loads of reasons for bad training days, and I now realise you need to sample them all to truly test yourself. Sometimes it's your guts (remember that run with Steve, Sarah, Nick and Pete when you felt sick for the first 90 mins after that fry-up!), sometimes the weather (that run on Leg 3 in January in 90 mph winds and horizontal rain will live with me for a while), sometimes it's illness (racing the Edale Skyline after a week of diarrhoea was not a good idea, esp in those conditions, but i did not bin it, unlike many other runners) and sometimes it's your mood and state of mind, an obstacle which is accounted for by Saturday's run. I wouldn't have ever predicted it, but my last run was the cherry on the top. I hadn't yet been out for a run when i felt like i shouldn't be there. I;ve really enjoyed the training, even wet days in the Lakes, hailstorms in Snowdonia (whilst wearing obscenely short shorts) and messy, peaty tromps across the high Pennines. I didn't enjoy Saturday, but that, in hindsight, was just what I needed.
Saturday's run capped off the most enjoyable period of training I've ever done. Between January and start of the taper 2 weeks ago I averaged about 10,000 per week. I've done one 19 hour day, one 11 hour day, three 10 hour days and probably about 15-20 tough runs of 4 to 6 hours. I've done 40 ascents of the Tattenhall railway in 5 sessions and run to the 1850' summit of Moel Famau 35 times.
There have been many shining highlights. My run at the Yorkshire 3 Peaks was just so enjoyable. it was a breakthrough run for me, well under 4 hours when I didn't dare hope I had improved that much. The Welsh 3000's was great, both times. The incomplete, wet day had it's lessons (take warm gloves - always) and the successful round was great because I had no fear and ran well to the end. I also felt that way during the Fellsman, which i thought a special event. Those latter runs are how I want to approach the BGR - that feeling of quiet confidence and enjoyment.
There have been few opaque lowlights; just two in fact. The week of illness in February was just horrible, including the Skyline when i felt out of gas with 5 miles to go. Toughed it out in the snow to get round in a shade over 4 hours (miles slower than lastyear) but cannot claim it as enjoyable. The other lowlight has been (is!) the taper. Is it too much? Have I lost fitness? The Final Countdown blaring out of the Cheese Factory. It's a crap time for you and the loved ones around you.
All this reflection has made me realise that I'm ready. The taper really does crank up the expectation. The nervousness is now subsiding into excitement. Never was a Christmas awaited with as much anticipation as this!
All that remains is for me to eat lots and drink more, get a massage (8am tomorrow!), sleep plenty, pack my things, get up there and get round. And get round I will.
Mark
Sunday, 17 June 2007
w/c 11th June - Less training, more thinking
I've been warned about the tricks your mind and body can play when you're tapering instead of training.
Perhaps anticipating this, a kind reader of this blog contacted me out of the blue and advised me to stay positive and keep my head clear of doubts. What good advice, because I'm finding that it only takes a few days of non or reduced training and a fresh appreciation of the size of the goal ahead to allow some negative thoughts to gain some purchase.
A good run, or indeed any run that delivers a payload of endorphins is usually enough to present the view of my forthcoming BGR as having an optimistic, exciting and adventurous tint to it. The BGR is something to look forward to at moments like that. Running off Moel Famau at speed or nearing the top of a big climb in Snowdonia whilst still feeling strong provides a feeling you hope is replicated several times over during the BGR itself. You just can't wait.
Cut or reduce the supply of moments like that and it's easy for the mind to try and overprotect. Your subconscious gambles that dissapointment is easier to bear than physical brakdown and starts presenting things to be afraid of so that perhaps you won't go through with it. Suddenly, you're dreading it. The only cure is a run, but you're tapering remember?
This week has been about cutting down the milage and staying sane. It's about staying positive and keeping the faith. It's at times like this that you need support from others. You need to know that there is faith in you out there. Fortunately, I'm blessed with knowing people who can provide that in spades.
So many people are sure that all i need is a fair wind (or at the least, not a constant foul one) and i'll get round. They remind me of the training i've done, how well i'm climbing, how much weight i seem to have lost, how well i seem to have prepared etc. I've drawn upon that this week and remain confident.
I'm grateful, but am feeling both gratitude and fear in substantial measures. I'm content that i'm more determined to succeed that i am scared of failing, but the prospect of failure is still appalling. So many friends are putting themselves out, as well as some people i've never met or hardly know. Falure will see a loss of face amongst my friends and the wider fellrunning community - have I talked my chances up too much?
Such thinking is distracting and useless and diverts from the fact tapering is in itself a facet of the training. I;ve run just three times this week, and felt good on all three occasions, especially on the climbs.
I'm ready, save some finishing touches. Two more runs and less than 3 hours running lie between now and by BGR in less than 2 weeks time.
Can't wait!
Week summary
Mon - rest
Tues - 6M, inc 3 railways - felt good. 1300'
Weds - 9M, Moel y Gamelin loop course - 3100'
Thurs - Club run, TT route. Flew up the railway! @800' Strong run all round. 7M
Fri, Sat, Sun - resting and eating, lots of eating!
Total - @5000', 23 miles
Perhaps anticipating this, a kind reader of this blog contacted me out of the blue and advised me to stay positive and keep my head clear of doubts. What good advice, because I'm finding that it only takes a few days of non or reduced training and a fresh appreciation of the size of the goal ahead to allow some negative thoughts to gain some purchase.
A good run, or indeed any run that delivers a payload of endorphins is usually enough to present the view of my forthcoming BGR as having an optimistic, exciting and adventurous tint to it. The BGR is something to look forward to at moments like that. Running off Moel Famau at speed or nearing the top of a big climb in Snowdonia whilst still feeling strong provides a feeling you hope is replicated several times over during the BGR itself. You just can't wait.
Cut or reduce the supply of moments like that and it's easy for the mind to try and overprotect. Your subconscious gambles that dissapointment is easier to bear than physical brakdown and starts presenting things to be afraid of so that perhaps you won't go through with it. Suddenly, you're dreading it. The only cure is a run, but you're tapering remember?
This week has been about cutting down the milage and staying sane. It's about staying positive and keeping the faith. It's at times like this that you need support from others. You need to know that there is faith in you out there. Fortunately, I'm blessed with knowing people who can provide that in spades.
So many people are sure that all i need is a fair wind (or at the least, not a constant foul one) and i'll get round. They remind me of the training i've done, how well i'm climbing, how much weight i seem to have lost, how well i seem to have prepared etc. I've drawn upon that this week and remain confident.
I'm grateful, but am feeling both gratitude and fear in substantial measures. I'm content that i'm more determined to succeed that i am scared of failing, but the prospect of failure is still appalling. So many friends are putting themselves out, as well as some people i've never met or hardly know. Falure will see a loss of face amongst my friends and the wider fellrunning community - have I talked my chances up too much?
Such thinking is distracting and useless and diverts from the fact tapering is in itself a facet of the training. I;ve run just three times this week, and felt good on all three occasions, especially on the climbs.
I'm ready, save some finishing touches. Two more runs and less than 3 hours running lie between now and by BGR in less than 2 weeks time.
Can't wait!
Week summary
Mon - rest
Tues - 6M, inc 3 railways - felt good. 1300'
Weds - 9M, Moel y Gamelin loop course - 3100'
Thurs - Club run, TT route. Flew up the railway! @800' Strong run all round. 7M
Fri, Sat, Sun - resting and eating, lots of eating!
Total - @5000', 23 miles
Monday, 11 June 2007
w/c 4th June - Back to earth with a slow agonising grind
It was all going so well...
I ran leg 7 of the Welsh Castles Relay for Tattenhall and it could have gone better...
I think the roadrunning gods have punished me. Revenge is clearly a dish served boiling hot on the outskirts on Dolgellau. All I did was have a mild and jocular dig at roadrunning and roadrunners during the chairman's speech at the recent running club awards evening. I can tell you now, those words had so recently come back to haunt my every tarmac treading step!
Actually, a dig at roadrunning was not all i did. I did loads of training before this run, including 10 railway climbs on Tuesday (3300' ascent and descent in 1hr 20 mins) and a brisk run on Moel Famau on Weds, all this after the Welsh 3s last weekend and 3 huge weeks climbing-wise before that. This is the real reason why my stage of the Welsh Castles went so appallingly. Quite simply - i was knackered on the start line.
I don;t think i;ve ever ran so badly in all my life. Leg 7 was a brutal leg in very hot weather, which of course didn't help. I started briskly enough but knew within half a mile that my legs were feeling very heavy. As soon as the climb started, i drifted back through the field. I was already reeling before the heat kicked in. The temperature was about 26C and there was no shade and no breeze. The more i plodded, the more i felt like i was being dragged backwards. Quite an eerie experience! I decided to walk to get rid of some stitch (too much water you see?) and to take on some more water (doh!). It was sooo hard to start running again. It became clear after three miles that this was a day to just get through. Don;t bin it. Don;t even think about it. There were people wilting into ditches by the side of the road (6 people from 59 didn;t finish) and one was very poorly indeed. The conditions were the same for us all, but i didn;t seem to be coping at all well with them. It was becoming a trial.
I ran leg 7 of the Welsh Castles Relay for Tattenhall and it could have gone better...
I think the roadrunning gods have punished me. Revenge is clearly a dish served boiling hot on the outskirts on Dolgellau. All I did was have a mild and jocular dig at roadrunning and roadrunners during the chairman's speech at the recent running club awards evening. I can tell you now, those words had so recently come back to haunt my every tarmac treading step!
Actually, a dig at roadrunning was not all i did. I did loads of training before this run, including 10 railway climbs on Tuesday (3300' ascent and descent in 1hr 20 mins) and a brisk run on Moel Famau on Weds, all this after the Welsh 3s last weekend and 3 huge weeks climbing-wise before that. This is the real reason why my stage of the Welsh Castles went so appallingly. Quite simply - i was knackered on the start line.
I don;t think i;ve ever ran so badly in all my life. Leg 7 was a brutal leg in very hot weather, which of course didn't help. I started briskly enough but knew within half a mile that my legs were feeling very heavy. As soon as the climb started, i drifted back through the field. I was already reeling before the heat kicked in. The temperature was about 26C and there was no shade and no breeze. The more i plodded, the more i felt like i was being dragged backwards. Quite an eerie experience! I decided to walk to get rid of some stitch (too much water you see?) and to take on some more water (doh!). It was sooo hard to start running again. It became clear after three miles that this was a day to just get through. Don;t bin it. Don;t even think about it. There were people wilting into ditches by the side of the road (6 people from 59 didn;t finish) and one was very poorly indeed. The conditions were the same for us all, but i didn;t seem to be coping at all well with them. It was becoming a trial.
But howcome? 1200' climbing and 9.75 miles is an easy run for me? I know now that running fast on the roads demands lots of training that involves running fast on the roads (or a track). I guess i knew i was strong but not being rested and not having put in much speedwork exposed me terribly. It seems that i have a newfound respect for road running!
I'm trying desperately to prevent this appalling run from affecting my confidence for the BGR. One look at the results for leg 7 show someone who wouldn;t have a hope, and it's hard to escape the starkness of results like that.
But, i know i;ve done really well on the big long days out on the fells, and my legs have been relentlessly programmed to keep going on rough ground for hours and hours at a steady pace.
I started this blog to make sure i could see how far i've come and how much i;ve put in when it got to moments like this. I'm sort of surprised it's taken this long to need to call on it in such a way which i guess is a good thing, i.e. things have gone well for so long. I now just need to keep the faith.
With under 3 weeks to go, i've got to keep it together and start resting more. And stay off the roads!
Week summary
Mon - rest
Tues - 10 * railways (3300') 1:20 - 5M. Went really well, a bit jaded from the weekend, but some good quality climbing there.
Weds - Moel Famau - 5M, 1300' - slight niggle in foot, gone by Friday.
Thurs - rest
Fri - rest
Sat - Welsh Castles leg 7 - 9.75M, 1300'
Sun - Relay support
Total - @20M, 5900' ascent
Sunday, 3 June 2007
w/c 28th May - the last big day is done
It's June now, which means that the big day is this month!
The round has seemed ages away for, well, ages. Now it's almost here. Soon, it'll be time to taper, sort out the details and start scanning the long term weather forecast.
But not just yet. This week has had no air of winding down to it by any means. After last week's BGR support over legs 2 (overnight) and 3, another big day was still due to further build up my training. Once that's done though, that's about it, save a few shorter outings and some quality work on the Tattenhall railway.
I had planned to finish off the really big days by going up to the Lakes to do two days out of Wasdale on legs 3 and 4. However, having done 3 again last week, and with a date with Nick to do 4 on the 13th April, I changed my mind and decided a single, huge day was in order.
I had unfinished business in the shape of the Welsh 3000's traverse. I'd never done it; a notable gap in my CV having spent nigh on 20 years amongst the British hills. Paul, Pete and I had an abortive attempt in February in foul and worsening weather and I was now keen to have another go.
Back in February, i was nervous when we set out for the 3000ers having never had such a long day out before. This time, with days like the Fellsman and some long BGR days (3 days doing 2 legs or more) it was going to be interesting to see if i was any more assured. I was accompanied by 2 much stronger runners in the form of Ian Lancaster and Pete Taylor and was also keen to see if I could hold my own with these two.
As has been the pattern with my preparation for this round, things went swimmingly and we completed the round in reasonable conditions in 7 hours and 50 mins. We weren't after a time, we just wanted a long day and so the time was actually unimportant. We spent a total of 10 hours and 15 mins out on the hills as the 7:50 was the summit-to-summit time. In all we covered 32 miles and about 13,000' ascent.
I always try and look back at the training runs and races i do and consider honestly what the postives and negatives were which is a good way of extracting any lessons. I can honestly say that this run yielded no negatives at all. I felt fine all day and felt like i was holding my own with two exceptionally strong lads. I don't deny that if we were pushing mega-hard then i would have had a job keeping up, esp with Pete but we weren't hanging about and it felt fine. Perhaps most reassuringly of all, i felt pretty good at the end - a little heavy legged but certainly not like i was hanging on. The prospect of another big climb was not at all frightening. I sure hope i feel that way when i arrive at Wasdale during the round...
Early in the run, whilst running off the side of Bwlch Coch, my rucksack pocket came open whilst i was descending and i lost most of my food way up the hill. I'd kept hold of some which hadn;t fallen out, and Ian and Pete gave me some odds and ends, but i ate less than i would have liked, and still felt OK. I think the trick was to keep drinking the copious amounts of stream water we were knocking back. Plain old water seems to revive more than energy drinks and i'll have to make sure i do that on the day.
It's clear to me now after this run, which covers such a variety of terrain, where i should try and make up time and where i should relax and do what i can. The simple truth is that I can climb well on just about any terrain, but i'm a mediocre runner on really rough, bouldery ground. Ian and Pete zoomed ahead on Crib Goch even though i'm very confident on the exposed stuff; those two just dance across ground like that whereas i probably think too much about it. So i don;t expect to make much time up between Bowfell and Scafell, but hopefully i'll be a bit up by then anyway. The big climbs seem to be going very well; Yewbarrow holds less fear for me now that it did.
This run has added to my already growing confidence, but no run no matter how good it feels has done anything to diminish my perception of the size of the task i know i have before me.
My last big day out before the BGR has left me feeling increasingly confident and no less daunted - which is what makes the prospect of doing this round so exciting.
Week summary
Mon - Rest
Tues - Moel Famau - 5M, 1600'
Weds - Moel Famau with Ian - 8.5M, 2500' - brisk
Thur - Easy run with club, inc 1 railway climb (ran up all the way up) - 7M 1000'
Fri - Rest
Sat - Welsh 3000's - 32M, 13000' - 10hrs
Total - 53.5M, 18,100'
Plan for BGR taper = mon;tue;wed;thurs;fri;weekend
w/c 4 June - Rest; MF 1500' easy; 10*railways (3300'); easy club run; rest; Welsh Castles leg
w/c 11 June - Rest; Rest; walking in Wasdale; leg 4 run (13M, 6200'); rest, easy MF 3100'/8M
w/c 18 June - Rest; MF 2500'; Physio; easy club run; rest; MF 3000'/8.5M
w/c 25 June -Rest; MF 1500' easy; rest; rest; rest - BGR
The round has seemed ages away for, well, ages. Now it's almost here. Soon, it'll be time to taper, sort out the details and start scanning the long term weather forecast.
But not just yet. This week has had no air of winding down to it by any means. After last week's BGR support over legs 2 (overnight) and 3, another big day was still due to further build up my training. Once that's done though, that's about it, save a few shorter outings and some quality work on the Tattenhall railway.
I had planned to finish off the really big days by going up to the Lakes to do two days out of Wasdale on legs 3 and 4. However, having done 3 again last week, and with a date with Nick to do 4 on the 13th April, I changed my mind and decided a single, huge day was in order.
I had unfinished business in the shape of the Welsh 3000's traverse. I'd never done it; a notable gap in my CV having spent nigh on 20 years amongst the British hills. Paul, Pete and I had an abortive attempt in February in foul and worsening weather and I was now keen to have another go.
Back in February, i was nervous when we set out for the 3000ers having never had such a long day out before. This time, with days like the Fellsman and some long BGR days (3 days doing 2 legs or more) it was going to be interesting to see if i was any more assured. I was accompanied by 2 much stronger runners in the form of Ian Lancaster and Pete Taylor and was also keen to see if I could hold my own with these two.
As has been the pattern with my preparation for this round, things went swimmingly and we completed the round in reasonable conditions in 7 hours and 50 mins. We weren't after a time, we just wanted a long day and so the time was actually unimportant. We spent a total of 10 hours and 15 mins out on the hills as the 7:50 was the summit-to-summit time. In all we covered 32 miles and about 13,000' ascent.
I always try and look back at the training runs and races i do and consider honestly what the postives and negatives were which is a good way of extracting any lessons. I can honestly say that this run yielded no negatives at all. I felt fine all day and felt like i was holding my own with two exceptionally strong lads. I don't deny that if we were pushing mega-hard then i would have had a job keeping up, esp with Pete but we weren't hanging about and it felt fine. Perhaps most reassuringly of all, i felt pretty good at the end - a little heavy legged but certainly not like i was hanging on. The prospect of another big climb was not at all frightening. I sure hope i feel that way when i arrive at Wasdale during the round...
Early in the run, whilst running off the side of Bwlch Coch, my rucksack pocket came open whilst i was descending and i lost most of my food way up the hill. I'd kept hold of some which hadn;t fallen out, and Ian and Pete gave me some odds and ends, but i ate less than i would have liked, and still felt OK. I think the trick was to keep drinking the copious amounts of stream water we were knocking back. Plain old water seems to revive more than energy drinks and i'll have to make sure i do that on the day.
It's clear to me now after this run, which covers such a variety of terrain, where i should try and make up time and where i should relax and do what i can. The simple truth is that I can climb well on just about any terrain, but i'm a mediocre runner on really rough, bouldery ground. Ian and Pete zoomed ahead on Crib Goch even though i'm very confident on the exposed stuff; those two just dance across ground like that whereas i probably think too much about it. So i don;t expect to make much time up between Bowfell and Scafell, but hopefully i'll be a bit up by then anyway. The big climbs seem to be going very well; Yewbarrow holds less fear for me now that it did.
This run has added to my already growing confidence, but no run no matter how good it feels has done anything to diminish my perception of the size of the task i know i have before me.
My last big day out before the BGR has left me feeling increasingly confident and no less daunted - which is what makes the prospect of doing this round so exciting.
Week summary
Mon - Rest
Tues - Moel Famau - 5M, 1600'
Weds - Moel Famau with Ian - 8.5M, 2500' - brisk
Thur - Easy run with club, inc 1 railway climb (ran up all the way up) - 7M 1000'
Fri - Rest
Sat - Welsh 3000's - 32M, 13000' - 10hrs
Total - 53.5M, 18,100'
Plan for BGR taper = mon;tue;wed;thurs;fri;weekend
w/c 4 June - Rest; MF 1500' easy; 10*railways (3300'); easy club run; rest; Welsh Castles leg
w/c 11 June - Rest; Rest; walking in Wasdale; leg 4 run (13M, 6200'); rest, easy MF 3100'/8M
w/c 18 June - Rest; MF 2500'; Physio; easy club run; rest; MF 3000'/8.5M
w/c 25 June -Rest; MF 1500' easy; rest; rest; rest - BGR
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