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Saturday, 23 August 2014

Bonking in Wales

Bonking

An expression used by athletes to describe exercise induced low blood sugar levels; being a feeling of light-headedness and weakness in all limb.

After my recent trip to Scotland i found myself in a bit of a mess, i had a crash for 3 days and felt ill, chesty cough, nausea and plenty of the usual aches and pains.

So i rested for a few days and midweek had a gentle walk/run of 20 miles and felt pretty good, so decided to go ahead with supporting a Paddy Buckley Round for a friend (Mark). The attempt had a planned start time of 7pm so just to be sure i went to Wales in the morning to reccie a small section i was not 100% about, 3 hours, a nice gentle walk/run including a couple of good ascents, i felt strong and ready for a run.

I only had one section to navigate/support (about 4 hours) and the pace was set to be within my abilities (just). The attempt started a little late but i was ready for the run and initially felt good, unfortunately i was not fully recovered from my illness and quickly began to feel weak and light headed. I pushed on to the 3rd ascent but half way up i bonked, i managed to get to the top by which time i was in a right mess. I was disorientated, completely exhausted and couldn't get enough air in my lungs.

I was in such a mess that i started to ascend in the wrong direction, even when asked if i was ok i said yes? It was obvious i was not all there so Mark took over his own navigation. Boy had i screwed up. I decided to bail out while i still felt able to get off the hills safely, leaving Mark and the remaining support member to negotiate the final 3 tops with out their navigator, me. 

In fell running it is very common to offer help for friend on a very important challenge, this was one of those challenges. However we some times forget about ourselves, the desire to help out friends can cloud our vision or make us forget we are only human. However, lesson learnt, time to move on.

This human needs a rest so the next few weeks will be spent doing the things other bored humans do, eating, sleeping and DIY.

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Disaster in lochaber

Lochaber is one of the 16 ward management areas of the Highland council of Scotland. Fort William, which is in Lochaber, is considered the outdoor activity centre of the Scottish Highlands. Apparently Fort William has more rain than anywhere else in Scotland, i'm not sure if this is true but "fact" suits my purpose for this moan.


The plan for this weekend was an attempt of the Charlie Ramsey Round, this circuit involves close to 60 miles, 24 peaks and 28,000 foot of ascent, It is a bit of a hand full for an old man of 50, but this old man has no idea of his limits so keeps searching in the vain hope the he will find them before he finds out he is too old to keep searching.

For this particular round it is common for the runner to have navigators and support runners on each of the 3 sections (we call these legs), these support people are changed at the end of each section as the runner (me) has usually worn them out by then. Obviously navigators er… navigate and the support runners carry food and drink which leaves me, the runner, to focus on the running (and walking).

I have been very focused and trained hard all year managing to become fitter than ever before, I ve had virtually no injuries all year, plenty of free time for training and bundles of motivation to get out in the mountains as the weather has been ideal.

Usually I race twice a year and get the rest of my time in the mountains through support runs and days out with friends. However this year I have raced much more and spent time on mountain reps to improve my ascent speed.

Over the weeks preceding the attempt I watch the weather forecasts and try to fill holes in the support schedule as navigators or support runners dropout for various reasons.

The final week of build up to this attempt was far more stressful for me than any previous run and almost led to it being called off.  In the end the start was brought forward by 24 hours to beat an impending storm.

So tired from the journey and hungry as we had rushed so much I had forgotten to eat, the much revised leg 1 team and I set off from the Youth Hostel in Fort William a day early at
1.03 pm 

The first leg of any round is difficult to support as the runner is usually full of energy and usually sets of at a fast pace, today was no exception and only ½ a mile into the ascent I had to ask Chris Rainbow to wait for Leon and recover my food for the rest of the leg. Of course this left Chris with a lot of work to do in catching up to me.

At Red Burn I had a drink from the stream and waited for Chris to arrive before pushing on via the main path. Further up we took advantage of some short cuts to miss some zig zags and made great time arriving at Ben Nevis summit in 1 hour 32 minutes. Great stuff, so after a quick feed we headed for Carn Mor Dearg and the Arete which leads to it.

Although I am not at home on exposed ridges I like the Arete, i have spent plenty of time training on this sort of ground and found myself making good steady progress over the rocks, unfortunately Chris hasn't and managed to slip, taking a nasty fall which knocked the wind out of him. After a quick re-group we continued and I waited at the summit of Carn Mor Dearg. I could see Chris was ok but finding the pace hard so collected my food and a bottle of drink from him before pushing on.

On the Descent from Carn Mor Dearg and ascent up towards Aonach Mor Chris had been unable to keep up and shouted to me that he was bailing out and good luck with the rest of the leg. He headed off in the direction of Glen Nevis.

At this point I have to say that only 2 weeks previously Chris had finished second in the Coast to Coast race. A 140 mile journey from the west to east coasts of England, no wonder he was feeling the pace.

My thoughts quickly turned to the leg ahead and I decided I was up for this and pushed on over the Aonachs and on to the Grey Choire’s and more good going. It had been a while since I had done this leg but the navigation was easy and the running a pleasure. It was just unfortunate that I had also forgotten to print a schedule and was unaware if my pace was good.

I ran out of fluids and managed to find a couple of streams along the way, although the water tasted foul it was certainly better than nothing and helped with the dehydration headache i was suffering with.

On reaching Stob Ban I estimated it would take me 3 hours to finish the leg, it was 7.30pm, with only 2 and a half hours of light left and no head torch I made the difficult decision to bail out and ascended into Glen Nevis and back to Fort William.

So why did this happen after a year of hard training and preparation? Well, you asked so I’ll tell.

On the build up to the run a couple of key leg 1 navigators dropped out and asking someone to fill in at the very last minute, who had only 2 weeks previously completed such a hard race, was a very poor move by me.

Forgetting to eat on the morning of the run, this was also pretty dumb.

Leaving the leg 1 food in the fridge at home? Dumb

Forgetting to print any schedules? Dumb.

No head torch on a leg that may end in the dark? Dumb

Changing the start to try and beat the weather was probably a good idea but I’m not good when plans change, my head falls in bits. Chris Armour spent a lot of time re-organising support runners and navigators but unfortunately I was still in a mental hole.

Most of all, I should have spent more time on the route beforehand. My usual strategy is relentless training on the route, culminating in a final solo reccie of 17 to 19 hours. Although it may seem extreme I have found that this has worked for me on my previous 2 big rounds and it gives me the confidence that no matter what happens I can complete the challenge.

Despite the best efforts of some very good friends it didn't come off and to these people i owe an apology. Putting them in such a difficult position by asking them to change around at the last minute was, with hindsight, not smart. I’m not naming names, you know who you are, sorry guys.


Finally, thank you to everyone who gave their time to help out, see you again next year.

Sunday, 10 August 2014

Sometimes i wish i was sane.....

Sometimes I wish I was sane, I don’t mean in the true sense of the word, no I mean all there, firing on all cylinders. While I am not the smartest person you are likely to meet I am not so dumb that I don’t know this, what I do know is I have some issues in my head which can make life challenging.

Mornings are the worst time of day for me, this is when I feel at my most vulnerable, it seems like just about anything can trigger a dive in my mood and if that happens the depression can last an hour, a day a week or even a month.



Over the years I have found ways to manage my reaction to negative stimulus but often this can take a while to kick in which leaves me in a state of limbo not knowing which way it will got, which in turn give a great anxiety, a feeling of anticipation.

Even positive things can force my mood to take a downward spiral, take the past 2 weeks as an example. I am tapering down for a big run, probably the hardest running challenge I have ever attempted.
In sport tapering refers to the practice of reducing the amount of training during the weeks leading up to an important challenge, for me usually this happens over a month and gives my body time to rest and recover for the hard training it has had to endure whilst getting fit for the challenge.

In these weeks my vulnerability to depression increases in line with the reduction in exercise, so in the final week of tapering I find myself in a place of dismay and confusion, anxiety rules and the hole I am in just keeps on getting deeper. Under normal circumstances I would just go for a run but during the final week of taper this is not possible.

So I keep myself busy around the house, constantly searching for something to do, decorating, cleaning, tidying and annoying my long suffering partner with obsessive behaviours that challenge even the most over active teenager, all the while I am thinking about my time wasting away just waiting for my challenge to arrive.

Right now I have one week to go before attempting the Charlie Ramsey Round, this is 54 miles with 28,000 foot of ascent and descent, it all takes place around Fort William in the Scottish Higlands and takes in the summits of 24 Munroe’s.

All of this anxiety will go away the moment I take the first step, however there are other ways to end the pain I am going through, ending the pain now would feel so good.  I could just give in before I start, perhaps fake an injury or illness, simply say I’m not going to do it, so why don’t I do this? Perhaps I should?

“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” 
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination.” 
― Mark Twain