Something is scratching at my neck.
It's two in the morning, in the middle of nowhere on a country road and it
feels like something is about to start burrowing into my neck.
I quickly bat it away. I'd like to say
I do so in a casual manner. The truth is that I flap about frantically like a
small child. There was definitely a large creature on my neck. I go to the side
of the road and find it. It about an inch long and looks like a scarab beetle.
I shudder and walk along.
In the beam of my head torch I can see
a myriad of other flying creatures and impulsively paw at my neck occasionally.
This wasn't how it was supposed to pan out. I was supposed to get to Ivybridge
at nine o'clock then get a taxi to the camp site. Instead, the coach was three
hours late and I didn't get there until midnight when it was too late to call a
cab, so I have to walk two hours to get there.
Eventually, I arrive, pitch my tent as
quietly as possibly (not very quiet and I can hear people getting pissed off
with me) and lay my head down around quarter to three. Luckily tomorrow's race
is the only one with a late start, meaning I can sleep in a bit.
I wake up feeling a bit miserable at
the situation, but the sun is streaming in and there is a buzz of hubbub
already outside. I open the tent flap and see the hubbub is at the portable
urinal I've set up camp next to. Great.
I get myself ready then head over to
register. I start to feel myself going down into feeling miserable and a bit of
a money 'woe is me' mood. It's really easy to sabotage yourself in these
situations. You're worried of not doing well, so you put yourself in a bad mood
blaming other factors. The thing is, I haven't even started the damn race, so
why am I doing this already? Yes, I got a rough nights sleep arriving here at
two thirty in the morning. Yes, I'm tired.
But I'm not that tired.
I actually feel okay. And I'm lucky this race starts late, so the tiredness
isn't that bad. Plus, the sun looks like it's going to give us a belter of a
day. I spend most of the Pembrokeshire race miserable because of a bad
attitude, so I focus on the positives and instantly start to feel better.
Once I'm registered I spot Noel and
Monica so go to say hello to them before we get going as it's still only about
nine, and the race doesn't start for an hour and a half. Soon after, Sophie
arrives as well as another guy who I don't remember too well, so there's quite
a few of us from various other races in this series, and chatting to people
boosts my mood that much more. We all wonder about the river crossing and how
it's going to be when we go through, and get confused over the course as it
seems to have changed from what we were expecting.
I now feel like today is going to be a
great day.
We go for the briefing then line up.
The last couple of races I've started off with Noel, which has been great for
my early pace as he's faster than I am, but not as good for my later pace as it
catches up with me and I struggle through the later stages. As I'm telling
myself I want to have a nice day today I want to set off at a steadier pace and
Sophie and Adrian have lined up further back so I join them instead.
We head off down a dirt road behind the
field we're in and at the bottom take a turn down into the woods. Straight away
we're into some really secluded yet well maintained terrain. Straight away I
start to think it's going to be some great views today.
It's a sharp left turn that takes us
deeper into the woods and after a few more minutes we reach the river Erme. It
takes a couple of minutes to work out that this is the one we'll be crossing
later. It looks pretty huge at maybe a hundred metres across, so we joke that
it had better go down a bit with the tide or we're screwed.
We follow the estuary along for a
while, ducking and weaving around the trees growing at the waters edge. We're
still quite a close together bunch so we all have to keep a close eye on where
we're stepping as the tree roots do seem to pop up out of nowhere. I find
myself drifting off and looking out to the estuary a fair bit as well, which
doesn't help.
We keep the conversation flowing and
the three of us seem to be keeping a good pace together, quick enough but
comfortable as well. We're soon out of the trees and reach the edge of the
estuary as it meets the sea. We take a short diversion through another small
wood then go over our first beach crossing. There's already people about on the
beach, so it reminds me it really is a nice day. Perfect as an end to the
series.
Over the other side of the small beach
are some steep steps that take us up and onto the headland. It's short and
sharp, so gets the lungs going, then a quick respite at the top before another
bit of a trudge. I'm glad I read up a little bit about this course yesterday so
it's not as much of a surprise that it's going to be a bit undulating.
The next couple of kilometres follows
the headlands around, with a couple more downhill sections, but more uphill
ones. I take the time every now and again to look behind me at the coastline
and with the sun out its a great view. We go through sections of bracken with
little potholes ready to trip up anyone who's not paying attention, then up and
down some more little sections.
Then we arrive at one that's not so
little. Actually, I lie, it's not huge, it's just rather steep is all. There's
nothing else for it though, we just drop down to a slower pace, put the head
down and move up it.
Over the series I've learned much
better how to cope with these sorts of hills. I find my tendency is to attack
them, then end up spluttering and holding my chest only half way up. So I've
learned better pacing. Basically, I try to keep a very slow but steady approach
to them. Just focus on one step at a time, and if I start to feel like my lungs
are struggling, just stop for a second. It's much easier that way then nearly
collapsing.
It works. We reach the top without
incident, take a look behind us then move along the top of the hill to the
right. We set off again a fair bit slower, keen to catch our breath back and
take in the view. Luckily the next kilometre is slowly downhill again, so we do
get that chance.
It's followed by some more gradient, of
course, though not as steep so we just take it easier again. The conversation
is still going good, so the time is really ticking by easily.
The heat is starting to go up as well.
It's not unbearable by any means, but I didn't bring any sunscreen so if it's
going to get hotter my poor little potato head is about to get baked so we best
bust out the condiments. As I say, though, it's not yet at that point. With
every single other race in this series struggling to get into double digits
centigrade and most of my training done in the dark after work, I'm not used to
it, but at the same time I'm loving it and can't stop mentioning how lovely a
day it is.
We plod along through more farmland.
We're now in a fair bit from the coast, and looping back again towards the
start/finish line, so maybe that why it feels hotter as the coastal wind isn't
very full on here.
We reach the top of this particular
incline, then criss a road and start down a deeply rutted track. It's the kind
that you do need to keep an eye on to avoid falling over, but we all get down
fine. We don't push too hard, it's better to hold off as I keep having to
remind myself.
When we reach the bottom we arrive back
at the river Erme and the turnoff for the finish. I'm looking forward to being
back here later, although I've no idea how I'm going to feel. Will I be
emotional? Numb? Both? We'll see in a few hours I guess.
So this time around we take a turn to
the left and head along the river estuary. We get a few glimpses out over the
water and it's still a little downhill here so the pace stays nice and easy.
Another runner then catches up to us.
He's fairly quiet but after a while Sophie starts chatting to him as Adrian and
I go on a little in front and chat about race nutrition. I'm now moving back
away from gels onto more real food. Due to the distances of these races I
started out just on gels, but have struggled with feeling sick on some of the
races. Because of this, on the last race I took Snickers bars instead, and felt
completely fine so I'm following that strategy again here today. He's doing
something similar.
A little while longer and we're pulling
up on the side of the road at the second aid station. I voice my surprise as it
feels like we barely started a minute ago, but I guess having conversations
definitely helps tick the miles off.
I've not drunk anything yet, so I don't
need to fill up and just grab some crisps and chat to the volunteers as the
others do. Sophie then tells us to go on as she wants to take a minute so we
set off again, but at a pace she'll catch us on.
We cross a field of what clearly used
to be the riverbed between the valley and then go over a bridge where the river
is much slimmer. We then take a left to head back down the other riverbank
through the woods. We keep chatting away all the while getting peeks through
the trees of the lovely view and the sunshine, which has calmed down q little
from earlier and is pretty much perfect for running.
Soon enough Sophie does catch us back
up so we're three again as the other guy went on ahead at the checkpoint. It's
a shame as he did the twelve labours of hercules race that I'm doing in a
couple of months so it would have been good to hear what it's like.
This side of the river remains in the
woods with very slight undulations, but overall fairly flat. A while later, we
reach a bridge crossing an offshoot of the main river and get an amazing view
out over the whole river. We stop to walk over and take in the view and it
really feels isolated. I feel like the three of us are completely alone and so
so far from civilisation. It's great.
There's an uphill directly over the
other side of the bridge and I run to catch up after lingering on the bridge
longer than the others. It's a short section and we're soon heading back
downhill once more and after not too much longer again, we're reaching the
turnoff for the river crossing later in the day and the second water stop.
There's a happy chap running it and we soon head off up the hill to head on the
eastern loop.
As we're walking up, Sophie mentions
she wants to take it easy for a while now and that we should go on ahead. I'm a
bit reluctant to as the three of us running together has been great, but I'm
feeling like I've got quite a bit of energy at the moment so head on forward.
As I am feeling quite good I do up the
pace quite a bit and a couple of minutes later turn around to see that Adrian
has hung back as well so I'm now on my own. Then all of a sudden the woods end
and I'm presented with a lovely view of the sun bouncing off the water at the
very wide mouth of the river. I stop to admire it for a moment then carry on
around the headlands.
There's quite a steep uphill section
now and as I'm climbing it I catch back up to the guy we were with earlier. He
tells me he's not been doing a lot of running lately at all, not doing more
than a half marathon in ages, so his legs are feeling it as we've now passed
that point and they're not used to it. He certainly looks like he's a bit more
knackered than when I last saw him.
I ask him a bit about the twelve later
and it turns out he didn't finish, but loved the race all the same. I don't ask
too much yet as I want to keep it a bit of a surprise, but it does make me look
forward to it even more.
We reach the top of the hill, and as I
love a good downhill I bid him adieu and bomb it down the other side, which
gives me a nice breeze in the face. As is always the case, though, on the other
side is a pretty lung busting uphill so I ease myself into it then begin
monitoring my breathing right at the beginning. It works and I find myself
getting nearer and nearer the top, at w steady albeit slow pace, but most
crucially not collapsing holding my chest.
I stop near the top to take a look back
at the hill behind me that I've just come down and think of the view a few
minutes before looking across at where I am now. I then crest the hill and
start down the other side where I'm facing with a decision that could have
interesting implications.
Ahead of me is an extremely steep
downhill. To the right is a switchback trail that snakes down it. Ahead of me
is a more faint desire path that is hella steep but direct. I opt for the
latter. I question the decision almost immediately as my feet are smashed into
the front of my shoes and my quads jammed on each impact. But I am getting down
quicker so I carry on my trajectory.
Behind me I hear another runner
crashing down and shouting with ever single step. "This isn't
helping!", "My legs!", "Ow!" and "Urgh!" are
but a few of the comical lines I hear emanating from him. I reach the bottom,
cross the beach and start up the much smaller hill on the other side and he
passes me at this point. We're now going uphill, but he's still banging on
about how much he's hurting, despite the fact he's doing the marathon and
obviously has good legs as he started half an hour after me. But he's old
therefore prone to a moan so I forgive him and let him pass.
This was the hill he yelled all the way down, he'd passed me by now. |
I get to the top and there is another
small downhill and I realise that I've reached Burgh Island. I question whether
that is the landmark in front of me as I didn't think we were coming here, but
when I reach the bottom I see a sign pointing across the beach to it confirming
that my memory is indeed serving me correctly and that is indeed Burgh Island.
We came here a couple of years ago for a walk along the beach so I've got fond
memories of the place and it's a really nice boost.
I head down onto the beach and there
are loads of people out enjoying the sun. I weave in and out of children's
sandcastles and giggle inwardly at the couple of derps gawping at me confused
at why I'm running along the beach. Surely I'm not the first runner they've
seen today? I also gaze back on the island a couple of times as I make my way
inland when I reach the mouth of the Avon river. I then find myself at the
third checkpoint and fill up my water. There's a sign saying the next aid
station is just under thirteen miles away which I question as it seems far, but
either way I just fill up and go on my merry way, custard creme in hand.
There's some hard and soft sand but its
a bit confusing which is which on this section, so a little hard to work out
where is best to run to get good purchase, so I weave a little until I give up
and just take a more direct line. I'm then directed off the beach up what looks
like a random slab of concrete to bolster the wall it's next to, but in fact
takes me up to where another path crosses, and then head back up a steep hill
only to go back down the other side to find myself back at the banks of the
river I've only just departed.
Almost straight after there is a turn
to head back up and this time completely away from the river and sea to go inland
for the return journey. There pretty much no one else around me now so I'm
completely on my own with my thoughts. I continue the climb up to Bigbury, then
there are more undulations heading back through and around the towns of
Ringmore and Kingston. I still try to keep the pace a bit easier as I really
want to enjoy the later sections and I'm still only thirty five or so
kilometres into this run.
I check my phone and notice there is a
message from my dad back in New Zealand cheering me on and saying he's proud
that I've managed to get through all ten races in this series. It makes me feel
a surge of emotion, but I put it aside for now as I want to wait until the
finish before I start thinking about it. I send him one back saying thanks and
that I'm nearing the marathon point, but it takes a while as I'm now going
through the streets of Kingston so trying to run, type and watch for traffic
isn't too easy. Actually, I'm not sure that's true, I can't tell if the streets
of Kingston have a plural or not at this point as it's a pretty tiny town.
From these points a bit higher up on
the headland I get some really good views out across back towards the headlands
I crossed earlier in the day and I can't help but continue thinking how lucky I
am to finish the series on such a beautiful course on such a beautiful day.
Then I put my ugly mug in the way. |
I'm conscious I've not really eaten
much today as well and don't want to crash so boss on down another Snickers to
fuel up a little longer. I'm getting keen to pass through the marathon point
now as mentally it's a good boost, particularly here as it will also be another
water stop and the river crossing so will feel like I'm physically crossing
into the ultra and the final section as well as mentally.
From Kingston there is an ace downhill
section that takes me back into the woods again and I know I'm getting close. I
bomb down through the trees, trying to be careful not to trip and hurtle over
anything head first. It pays off and after raising my heart rate for a few
minutes I find myself stomping down to the road running along the river side of
the Erme once more, take a left turn and make my way over to the water stop. I
fill up and have another little chat with the chirpy man from earlier about the
water level and how low it currently is, just as a half marathon runner arrives
and starts getting extremely excitedly as she's about to cross a river. Lucky
her.
I make my way down and this time take
the left turn where before I went uphill and instead go down to the estuary
bed. I look out across the river and see it's now down to two sections and both
are very low. I hit the water at pace and straight away feel quite refreshed.
There's nothing like giving tired feet a nice cold bath on a hot day,
especially as I wear two pairs of socks when running. Plus, as I was expecting
this river crossing to be at the start of the race I haven't washed my shoes
since the Pembrokeshire race, so they're finally getting a clean to get rid of
the Welsh mud I've been lugging around all day. I smile for the photographer
and make my way over the other side to the path leading up off the estuary.
That really did give me a nice boost
and I feel really refreshed. Bizarre that something so random that would on any
other day be a pain in the are can be so nice if the conditions are different.
But hey, I'll take it.
I make my way up and back towards the
coastline for what I like to call the victory lap on these races and pass the
sign pointing to the finish or said victory lap. When you put it in your head
like that it's a pretty easy decision to make, though I know for a lot of
people having an easy place to DNF like this is torture. And if I'm honest I've
found it a bit tricky once or twice as well, but today I'm actually more sad at
the prospect of finishing as I'm having so damn much fun.
So I take the turning to the left and
find myself back on the headland from this morning. I go over the first one and
head down to the first beach and there are still kids out playing here. I cross
over once again and pass the small stream that crosses down the valley to the
sea here. I debate whether or not to dip my shoes in since they're still wet
from the river, then decide against it as they still feel good and are starting
to dry out. Instead I get the rest of the way across the beach and start making
my way up the steps on the other side.
There's now pretty much no other
runners in sight and hasn't been for quite some time. It would be nice to have
some of the other people I've met at these races to run this final section with
of course, but at the same time I'm also enjoying the peace and solitude of
being on my own.
I go up and down the now familiar bumps
and trails all the time still looking out again at the sparkling ocean and
behind me at just some of the land I've covered today. I come down the other
side of one of the undulations and notice that there now is another runner
ahead of me and he looks to be taking it a bit slower. I'm still feeling fairly
okay and as I get to the bottom and start up towards the gate on the other side
I notice that I'm closing the gap. As I reach the top of this one I see the
lung buster hill from this morning ahead of me and when I reach the bottom of
this I've nearly caught the guy as he's decided to do impromptu switchbacks to
break up the gradient a little. I stick to my formula of monitoring my
breathing and gauging pace on that as after all the trial and abysmal error of
previous races it feels like I'm finally getting the hang of this. At the top I
break straight into a run to catch up with the other guy and have a chat.
He seems a pretty casual guy who's
taking the day in a relatively nonplussed manner, which is an attitude I can
agree with. He did the race last year and is hoping to cut an hour off his time
today and thinks he may just be able to so is sticking partially to a pace plan
but as above only casually.
We go through a gate and check where we
are and it's around thirty miles or so into the race, so we've only got about
five left. After the hard hill behind us, this is now the turnaround point for
this loop to head back inland so that we can make our way back to the finish.
It's also the point where we get treated to a downhill section so we happily
plod along down it nattering away. We talk about race nutrition and I'm
surprised at how little I've eaten yet don't feel like I need more.
We then reach the final aid station
which says we've only got three point two miles to go. We head off pretty
promptly with not much need for food at this point so close to the end. As we
leave the checkpoint I instantly regret that decision as a wave of
light-headedness comes over me. I quickly get another Snickers out of my bag
and start hoeing into that puppy and just mentally tell myself to ride it out
for ten minutes until my stomach registers and starts to take on board the
glucose. My new friend has gone ahead my now and I'm glad of it as I'm feeling
this way and need to take it easy. A while later and I'm feeling okay again so
I pick up the pace just in time to go up the last hill. I try to power walk up
it and surprisingly by the top I've caught the guy again. Though he did say he
was a road runner so it makes sense he'd leave me on the flat and drop back on
the hills.
We keep chatting again as we reach the
top of the hill and start down the other side and I remember that this is the
deeply rutted one that goes right back to the river and the finish sign. We go
down this together but the conversation isn't quite as flowing as we're both
paying more attention to staying upright.
As he's going to slightly more of a
pace plan and I'm going slightly more to a fun plan, he then eases off ahead
slightly when we reach the base of the hill and I let him go. I see the finish
sign and stop a moment as I pass through the gate it's pinned to. Behind it is
a lovely view of the river that I'll now be following to the finish.
There's a well kept country path and
road to begin with, and dense forest off to my right. I wind around following
the curve of the river which then takes me past what looks like some sort of
bog leading away from the water. Albeit a picturesque bog, but a bog all the
same.
After I get past this I take a slight
diversion in through the woods and this also takes me uphill again. Surprise,
surprise, another hill. They couldn't let this race finish on a nice flat bit
now, could they?
I slow to a walk. I actually feel like
I could run, but I'm enjoying an easier pace and I want to
enjoy this last leg. So I just fast hike up the hill, and make sure to keep it
fast. It's probably quicker than my running pace up this would be anyway.
I get to the top and head down the
other side. There is a nice little curve to the path at the bottom with some
open space that gives a good view out across the bush heading back down towards
the river Erme, then sure enough I'm heading back uphill again. This time I do
keep the pace as a run for a while before dropping it back down again. I look
ahead and it's not up and down anymore, or even varied, this is just steadily
up at the same gradient.
I start to wonder where it is. The
sign. The 'One mile to go' sign. I'm sure it was supposed to be at least a mile
ago, I was expecting it a mile ago, but I still haven't seen the damn thing.
But I'm still having fun so who cares, right? I carry on, pushing up the hill.
I see a family ahead coming towards me
as I crest the top of the small climb, and give them a grin as I approach. The
dad sees my race number and asks how far I've gone. When I say thirty five
miles, give or take, his face just looks confused. I keep the grin. He says
well done, and I move on, back up to a run now that it's flattish again. If
only he knew. He shuffles his kids along.
I go around the corner then I see it.
One mile to go. Out of nowhere I start to well up. I've seen this sign a good
two dozen times across this race series. Sometimes I've been relieved.
Sometimes I've felt excited. Oftentimes I've wanted to kick the
bloody thing out of the ground and stomp on it. But this is the first time I've
felt...emotional.
I started this journey eight months
ago. Ten events. Over three hundred and fifty race miles. Countless more in
training. I've cried, I've bled, I've vomited and I've acquired countless
blisters. I've nearly collapsed on more than one occasion. I've felt elated on
more still. I've lost weight. I've put it back on again. I've bucked up my
ideas and lost it once more.
When I started, I wasn't even sure I
could finish the series, so I only entered the first five. When I got near the
end of those, my legs hadn't yet fallen off, so I entered the rest. Seeing this
sign now, and knowing that at long last it really is the final mile and that
I've beaten the demons inside my head that tell me I'm a failure and can't do
it, is the most visceral emotion I've felt in all the miles.
This is worth the retching, the pain.
This, to me, is transcendence. This is beating everything that tried to stand
in my way. This is why I run. To beat the demons
inside and out. To prove I can adapt and subsequently succeed.
I move past the sign, safe in the
knowledge I need never see it again. I press on along the path and find myself
at another hill. The final one. The final hurdle. The final demon I'm going to
beat.
I attack it with all my might. It may
not be much, but goddamnit it's mine. If I've learned nothing
else, I've learned to be grateful for what I have. To stop comparing myself to
others, accept who I am and use everything I have at my disposal to beat
average, break through hard times and be the best man I can. Running isn't
physical, it's mental. It's not just putting one foot in front of the other,
it's putting a new life in front of an old one.
I press on up the hill. At the top
there are some supporters who cheer me on, I round the corner, cross the finish
line and collect my medal. But the greatest thing I will take away from this
isn't the finish line or the medals, it's the raw determination, the better
person I gained in the last eight months, and in that final mile.
Crossing the finish line. |