UltramarathonMike

It’s 3AM, in the past 48 hours you have endured a full day at work, a six month old with a temp of 39.3C, a 4 year old with chicken pox, managed 4 hours sleep and have been awake for 21 hours straight. Yet still you your stood on Filey Brigg, 40+ miles from home, there is pretty much 80 miles of partly un reccied route ahead of you, it’s seems to be blowing a gale and it’s pitch black … but somehow it still feels like a good idea.

I would like to question my general state of mind at these moments but to be honest I’m usually having way too much fun.

Today was practice for the Grand Union Canal Race and the main part was that my long suffering Dad, Dave, was working as Crew Manager (albeit with a crew of 1). He was due to meet me shortly before 7am at West Heslerton, but there was 20 miles to go before then. Did I mention it was dark? After Adam had helped me out with an extra top and left me on my own I set off through Filey, after a couple of map consultations I found myself lost at the edge of the town down a culd-e-sac where the route should carry on. 5 minutes of backtracking and chancing around I was back on track, the route was not marked as such on the map but was clearly signposted … provided you found the signpost.

The wind had dropped and it was quite cold but altogether quite pleasant running and my head torch was providing adequate light, I followed the route through Muston, occasionally taking unnecessary long ways around fields. This carried on for a few miles before I took the inevitable wrong turn, turning left down a track across a field before the actual track across a field, after a mile or more I realised I was not on track and had wandered off course and was carrying half of North Yorkshire on my feet. After ten or more minutes of map orienting, using the compass to take back bearings from potential features and working out the lay of the path I had ended up on I worked out where I was, this led to a plan to get me back on track, ten minutes later and some ducking and weaving/crashing through a wood scaring animals I was back on track.

The sky had cleared by now, the temperature had dropped and the ground was crunchy underfoot. I plodded on keeping pace despite the very steep climbs and sharp downhills (which I foolishly didn’t expect!), scaring more wildlife. Up towards Staxton I could see some light on the horizon, after turning on to the road I looked up at the sky, it was crystal clear and the moment I looked up a shooting star ripped across the sky. Always a beautiful sight which really makes dragging yourself out a worthwhile exercise.
After Staxton I passed many pigs, many many pigs and almost 50 minutes later than planned I finally reached my Dad waiting patiently at the checkpoint (looking pretty cold). The sun was out and peanut butter on white bread was the order of the day, I fuelled up, got some fresh liquid and swapped maps, placed my GPS in a position it was unable to pick satellites up on and headed off. The route was a little more gentle at this point and my pace picked up with the daylight, but any road sections remained slippy underfoot. I was slowly making up a little time.

Without the undulation of the first section the pace was much more steady, but the larger hills did make themselves known, the views over to the moors (still with some snow) and the Howardian hills was an early morning delight. I kept up knowing I was entering more familiar territory and the company of Danny Aldus after the next checkpoint.

Sometime after 10am I arrived at Wharram Percy car park, a familiar place from days out with the family and past events. I was still of schedule but not so far behind as to worry. Knowing that there was some minor pain in my foot I changed my shoes, map, refuelled and set off with Danny through Wharram Percy. I took 100mg of caffeine as I had now been awake a long time, I was hoping this wouldn’t suppress my appetite, thankfully I was right and I was still OK taking and wanting to take on food.
We arrived in Thixendale in good time, I grabbed some jelly babies and we set off again, a good chunk of the route was now under the belt and whilst I was refusing pain killers for my foot (as to avoid masking the pain) I was feeling great.

We passed through Fridaythorpe in pleasant sunshine chatting about Dannys upcoming Hardmoors 55 race and various other topics. As we carried on into the classic steep sided dry valleys we headed towards Huggate. Before reaching Huggate the route climbs sharply out of the steep valley and then drops down on a farm road to the village, at this point I knew my foot was becoming a problem, the steep uphill and downhill made it hurt.

After some soul searching, rational thinking and some wise words from my Dad and Danny I regrettably had to do the one thing I and most ultrarunners don’t do, the sensible thing. Today’s training was over, around 47 miles (including getting lost!) and just over 10 hours later that was it. The rest of the route would have to wait another day.

As my last post explains I felt great post race (and continued to do so), the day was in no way a failure and my foot has turned out to be not so bad. Still some you win some you lose and I am ready for the next run. As for the Wolds Way – I’ll be back shortly to make sure I get that route nailed.