KMF 50km Ultra Report

Sleep deprivation, hefty wind (not mine) and a fair amount of rain all rolled up into an excellent and tiring Sunday. I also witnessed England hammer the Aussies in the Champions Trophy at Edgbaston on the Saturday. Equally rewarding to witness that. I bloody love beating the Aussies. At anything.

I’ll kick things off on Friday eve as I really want to instil just how tired I was and so make my achievement seem all the more impressive…

FRIDAY EVE

This weekend was Rosies hen party in Lamplugh, the far side of Cockermouth from Carlisle. 25 hens and cluckers were heading to the Lake District for a weekend of tea & coffee, cake, activities and booze. Probably some chippendales were in attendance, but I’m not well versed in the goings on of hen partys so I won’t speculate…

All that was required of me was to pick up Jenna, a bridesmaid from Aberdeen, and give her a lift down to the hen house. I picked her up at the train station in Carlisle, not Aberdeen, at 8.30 and we tootled down the road. It was a 2 hour round trip, made quicker on the return journey by listening to the Harry Potter audiobook. I make no bones about my love of Harry Potter, Craig and I both have the audiobooks in constant circulation and have done for about 5 years now. Ask me a Harry Potter question if you doubt my knowledge. It was The Deathly Hallows for those of you who give a toss. Anyways, I got back late, meaning I needed to pack my stuff for the cricket the next day and for the run on Sunday as quickly as possible and get to bed.

Time in to bed: 23:50 Alarm set for: 05:00

SATURDAY

Up and at em on Saturday morning, excited for a day at the cricket. Haven’t been to a match for a couple of years and its always a brilliant atmosphere at Edgbaston, especially when playing the Convicts. I won’t write out a match report, but The Aussies had their pants pulled down.

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The non drinkers enjoying their expensive ice creams!

I was far to engrossed in the cricket to worry about such things as drinking water (I wasn’t drinking alc) and around 5pm realised I’d had a cup of coffee and half a bottle of water in the last 12 hours. I vowed to drink my own weight on the way home. I only managed 1.5 litres, a reasonable effort I thought. One that I would paying for at 1am and 3am. I got home at 10.30pm and quickly laid out some clobber and got my breakfast sorted. The last time that I needed to get up at 4am for a race it was for Wooler Trail Marathon last November. I slept in and ended up having a bread roll and 2 mini snickers for breakfast. It didn’t end well! Ian was driving to mine for 4.30 and we’d be down in Keswick with 45 mins to park somewhere for free and have time to walk to the start. This time, I was prepared.

Time in to bed 23:04 Alarm set for: 04:00

SUNDAY

I didn’t sleep well, I was up twice disposing of all that water and woke up in a sweat thinking I’d missed my alarm(s), dived into the shower (Natural Source Mint) and I was ready with 5 mins to spare. I got the foam roller out while I waited to try and loosen my hips. 6 hours in a car and 7 hours sat on a plastic stadium seat had tightened things up. I always get tightness in my hips, but it usually causes problems in other areas, like my knees. Its something I know about, yet nearly always neglect to bother with until I get an injury or niggle. Stupid really, need to learn my lessons and be more proactive.

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I was taking no chances

04:30 – Ian will be here anytime…

04:35 – He’s a dairy farmer, he’ll definitely be awake…

04:38 – Incoming Call < Ian Hodgson > “Alright Ian?” “Mike, I’ve had a nightmare. I’ll meet you at Thursby!” I was just pleased it wasn’t me this time. It’s a horrible feeling of blind panic and annoyance. It wasn’t an issue, we had a bit of spare time.

Picked Ian up and found out he’d eaten his granola and milk while driving over. No comment. As we didn’t want to be running across Keswick we decided to park in the main car park, a bad decision because 1) it costs a fortune and b) you need to ring up and use your card. We’d already parked though so I rang up and selected 12 hours parking, “you have selected 12 hours, this will cost you £9” NINE PUN! Fired in the card details and that was that. To be continued…

I did a post on my course recce last week, you can have a read here, but there were a number of differences from that, as I didn’t take any notice of the actual route and just ran what I presumed it would be. The main differences were at the start below Walla Crag and towards the finish, running a different route to the base of Catbells.

As I said in my recce post, I was planning to run it as a training run, but that most likely that would go out the window and I’d try and race it from the start. I was correct. I decided to carry my poles with me, I wouldn’t usually for this type of run but figured I could use the practice. I only used them 3 times, up Walla Crag, Honister Pass and Rannerdale. To stop them rubbing my back I put my map inbetween them, this worked a treat until I went to replace them after Rannerdale to find I’d pulled the map out accidentally when taking out my poles. So, if anyone found a Harveys Lake District Map you know where to send it!

We set off at 6am, with a group of 6 leading at a fair old lick, then a couple more, then me. Within half a mile I was isolated, it was going to be a lonely day. Heading up Walla and then along to Ashness Bridge I was happy to tick along while warming into it a bit, it was pretty windy but it wasn’t cold and the rain was staying away. I felt good along to Watendlath, like I was moving well without using up too much energy. I caught a glimpse of a runner ahead of me heading to Watendlath, he would be a couple of minutes ahead of me. As I descended to Rosthwaite I was only 100 yards behind. Clearly descending wasn’t his forte, as I’m hardly Billy Bland myself (If you are wondering who Billy Bland is… shame on you! Have a Google, you won’t be disappointed, if you are… you’re in the wrong blog post).

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At Watendlath, about 7 miles in.

Just a water refill at the CP1, I planned to have enough fuel to see me the whole way round plus just a few snacks at the later aid stations. Next up was the long haul up and over Honister. I passed non-Billy just after Borrowdale YHA and started to move ahead, I missed a turn however and had to double back, it was only 100yds, non-Billy had followed so we started the climb together. He ran the whole thing while I ran and walked. We came into Honister Slate Mine and CP2 together, I decided I had enough water to see me to CP3 at the end of Crummock so didn’t stop. Climbing out of Honister I could see a couple of people ahead, maybe 2 or 3 minutes, as the climb had bunched people in. As soon as they descended they were out of sight again. I felt like I descended into Buttermere pretty well, it’s a nasty rocky path that would knock out a few teeth if you went down. A few miles of hard paths and boggy shoreline and I arrived at CP3 out of water and with tight glutes, the wind was really howling at the bottom end of Crummock, there were waves breaking against the paths, almost like a storm in a harbour town but only 1 foot high… that was hardly blog worthy. While scoffing a handful of crisps and a chocolate digestive I enquired how far ahead the next place was… “less than 10 minutes” the response “but don’t worry, you’re into a head wind now and you’re a lot thinner than they are!” Aye. Right.

A bit more shoreline and it was up Rannerdale, where the map got lost, I wasn’t enjoying the climbs as much as I usually do, I often start wanting a climb so that I can walk/march a bit and try make up some ground. Not today. It had started raining too and was at it’s wildest for about an hour. Some of the later runners got it much worse. I looked back down the hill at the top and could see non-Billy starting the climb, wasn’t sure how far ahead I was but it was a kick up the backside. The next section is deceptive, there are a few short sharp climbs on it as it traverses the valley side, I caught sight of n-B a few times, each time convincing myself he was closing. He was a still running all of the climbs! I knew, based on the evidence so far that I could make up some ground on the next downhill, which I did. Hit CP4 and got water (not enough), a cup of coke and some crisps. My legs felt great on the last descent and on the road section too I was cruising at 6.30 minute/miles on the flat and downhill, it didn’t last. A small uphill gradient started reducing me to 9 m/m and I was beginning to get cramp in my inner hamstring (I deduced as I ran that it was down to my tight arse cheeks, which weren’t pulling their weight and so burdening my hammys with extra work, they’d now kicked the bucket), I stopped for a quick stretch and had a deek behind me, I could see n-B but he was 3-4 minutes back. I wasn’t that worried, I used my last gel with 3 miles to go hoping it might reduce the twinges. Luckily the last couple of miles is flat and I ran in no problem, having another coke and some jelly babies from CP5 at Catbells for good measure. Ran into Keswick, didn’t miss the right hand turn with 2 signs and a marshall saying “its the second right” (like Ian did, he ended up at Theatre by The Lake, costing him 10 minutes), over the relocated finish line near the rugby club (it was moved as the high winds had closed the festival village). Finish time 5 hours 14 minutes and 8th place. Very happy with the effort, result and how my legs were.

 

All was fluffy bunnys and homemade flapjack (thanks Charlotte!) until I got back to the van that is. A parking ticket for £25! WTF?! Looked at my phone and saw this…

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No idea what went wrong, maybe the £1.40 was an overnight charge. But I was pissed. Currently trying to get a response from Allerdale Borough Council, I’ll keep you posted.

Had a 20 minute sit in the back of the van in the dark, ate a couple of bananas and 3 bits of flapjack then walked back to the finish (via a coffee shop) to watch Ian and fellow DH Runners Matt and Dan finish. 10 minutes later the hen party started to finish the 10km run, some looking a bit worse for wear. We gathered up and then headed for a sit down Keswickian. Splendid.

Distance 32.5 miles | Elevation gain 6600 feet | Time on Feet 5hrs 14mins

Thanks for reading, another long one!

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KMF 50km Ultra Recce/Preview

Keswick Mountain Festival 50km is only a week away (11th June) and I as I have been lax on the blog posts recently, here’s a couple rolled into one. This one will be an update on my training and also a preview of next weekends 50km.

Post Fling

Following the Highland Fling I had a couple of niggles, mainly due to tight legs. I was in pretty good shape apart from my left quad, which had tightened up a lot and was causing me pain in my knee. I had a couple of easy weeks after to let me legs ease back into training and then I started to try and get out in The Lakes again with the intention of getting some runs with more climbing included. I’ve managed to get out 7 times clocking up 77 hilly miles with a total ascent of 20700 feet.

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Running on Skiddaw (poles ninja style) photo: Kath Pigden

My legs are feeling good and I just need to keep clocking up a few longer runs to get as much time spent with my race vest on with all the kit that I will need to carry as possible. Most hilly runs from now will be wearing race vest with full water bottles and kit packed in. I noticed that my upper body was beginning to feel tired at the end of last weeks long run when I recce’d the KMF 50km route.

I have also turned 31 since my last blog post, and acquired a pair of running poles, courtesy of Rosie (it’s like she knew exactly what I was after…) so I’ve been trying to get as much practice in with them as possible. They are made by Black Diamond, they collapse into a third of their length and weigh bugger all. The only issue I’ve had is how I store them whilst running when I don’t want them out. The two ways I can stick them in my bag haven’t worked so far. The first, down the back of my running pack (like a ninja), looks cool, but the ends poke my spine. Manageable for 15 miles, but certainly not 100. The other is to store them cross ways in the mesh of my bag, again, this rubs my back and stops me getting anything else out. I’m open to suggestions if you have any techniques? Please let me know. I don’t really want to have to buy a new pack to carry my poles, maybe a bit of bag modification would work. Bungee cord and a sewing machine could be my solution… I’ll keep you posted. I know you’re desperate for the answer!

Carlisle City Urban Trail Run 10km

I picked up my second podium ever! I came 3rd at the Carlisle Urban Trail Race put on by Sport in Action, its a nice course around the centre of Carlisle on trails and park paths, it always seems to be sunny, has an abundance of flies and has really grown in its 3 years. . I was hoping to run sub 36 minutes, I ran 36:02. I can’t complain as there were bridges, kissing gates and cow poos to negotiate. It helped that James Buis, a sub 2:30 marathoner was running ahead of me, just loosening up before he ran Stirling Marathon on the Sunday (4th in 2:36), I was happy to sit in behind him and hang on as he told me not to get dropped in the last mile! I got my first prize too, a £20 Chivers Sports voucher. Excellent. One of the best running shoe shops in the north and where I get my road shoes.

L to R: James Buis 2nd, Paul Graves 1st, Me 3rd photo: Brian Allen

KMF 50km Ultra Recce

Not really sure how to approach this one, on one hand I want to race, on the other I want to be efficient so I can keep on training. I ran the whole course on Bank Holiday Monday as a long run, I totalled 33 miles in 6hrs 45mins. I felt good at the end of it which was a positive. Still managed to get lost, even though I had the route uploaded to my Suunto, so easy to do and great for planning training runs and using on race day, but doesn’t help if the wearer is a dope. I often create a route on Strava and then export that to my watch, it’s the reason I’m useless at practicing with a map and compass.

The route is a really good mix of flatter running and climbs that you can get your teeth into. There is 2000m of ascent, which replicates the ratio of climbing to miles in the Lakeland 100. I parked at the bottom of Latrigg, as its free parking, and set off with Rosie and Agnes up Walla Crag and along to Ashness Bridge, they were going to head back to Keswick from here via the lake shore. They knocked out 8 miles. From there I travelled to Watendlath and down to Rosthwaite, this was one of the sections I didn’t know and was also where I took a turning too soon and added 1/2 a mile onto my day on a loop of road. The climb up Honister wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be and I was soon in the cafe scranning a ham salad roll and a bottle of coke.

Climbing towards Honister Quarry

This will be check point 2 during the race. The only negative about this pit stop was the £4.95 in shrapnel that the waitress gave me in change. Despite my best efforts to keep it separated, as soon as I ran downhill I had a bunch of 50p, 20p and 5p coins clinking away for the next 3 hours… Chinese water torture must have been invented based on this.

From Honister theres a bit more of a climb up and over into the bottom end of Buttermere, from here it’s a flat section around Buttermere and Crummock, same route as Buttemere 10 as far as Rannerdale. It was strange running around here as I was recounting my blog post in my head on that race and was getting same emotions of being chased as during the race. It won’t be like that come next weekend, thats for sure!

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Looking down Buttermere & Crummock

Happy to turn off and climb out of Rannerdale, this was a bit of a suprise to me. I didn’t expect this to be as long a climb as it was. Will have to make sure I’ve got plenty in the tank for this climb. The next section is a few miles of off camber single track, which I found difficult to get a rhythm going on. A steep descent and a bit more rocky path and I emerged onto the Newlands Hause road, a few miles of feeling fresh on tarmac brought me to Catbells and from here it was the familiar path to Portinscale Marina and then back to Keswick, and in particular The Keswickian chippy. I’d conjured this plan whilst running along the boggy far shore of Crummock Water, I was trying to decide what £4.95 would get me. I’d settled on a small battered sausage and chips, maybe a tin of pop. What I didn’t plan for was a size of the queue. Out the door. I nearly fell to my knees and cried. As it was already 7.30pm I instead walked back to the car, dejected and hungry. I called Rosie to tell her the bad news. She got to cooking straight away and I walked into the house to a plate of cheesey haddocky bake, roasted veg and new potatoes. That’s why I’m marrying her. I also ate a burrito that was left over from the night before. And some Green & Blacks birthday chocolate (I say some, I mean a bar).

I imagine that I will tell myself to run a steady race and not to trash my legs all week and then I’ll get white line fever on race day and chuck all my best made plans out the window. For this very reason I’ve decided not to enter Carlisle Tri Club 10km on Wednesday evening. I would end up battering myself for 6 miles on the road and be sore for 2 days afterwards. I’ve only ran on the road twice in the last month.

I’m also announcing a blanket ban on biscuits and cake unless I’ve run for more than 10 miles, and that doesn’t mean a full packet. Need to stop falling into the “I’m training hard so I can eat anything trap”. Have an apple FFS.

Other races in the pipeline are High Terrain Events Scafell Trail Marathon, that’s 2 weeks before the 100 and will be a run out with finalised race kit and nutrition.

I’ll try and get a race report up a bit quicker next week. Thanks for reading!

Since Highland Fling

Distance – 130.4 miles | Elevation Gain – 22619 feet | Time on Feet – 24hrs 23mins