Lovely walks and steady running

Windermere wanderings 

 I feel frustrated that when I go for a run it seems to feel really hard. I managed a run around Cockermouth in the parks and fields and though I always feel so much better when I've been, recently it seems really hard when I'm out. What's the point if it's always easy I hear you say? Isn't the point of running to be a challenge and the release of endorphins after you've completed a hard effort? Yes, I agree it is to a certain extent. But there's nothing like the feeling of being able to push and your legs just go with it and the miles just flow without the countdown to the end. 
When I've been out the previous few times it seems a heavy effort the whole way, like I've not run in months and months. That is until the last km and I'm going home. It does really make me question whether it is a mind battle I'm facing and I am running more because I feel I should be and I'm continuing to chase the high that follows. Possibly but I like to think that it's also because I'm pregnant. I then find myself comparing to super athletes like Jasmine Paris and other elites that continue to train throughout their pregnancy and don't feel I should be any different. However, I also feel the need to prepare for having a baby when I will have to change my priorities from training. I have made it a priority and focus for so long. I have always made time for it, sometimes out of love and a lot out of need or guilt. I won't have that luxury and I don't want it to suddenly affect me mentally and emotionally. Running and exercise in general are a drug. And I can't help but notice how so many people are relying on it more and more to feel that sense of achievement and fulfilment. Don't get me wrong, I am a real advocate for a healthy lifestyle and promote exercise and healthy eating. However; BALANCE is so hard, and one I myself continue to strive for.  I believe it is possible, but extremely difficult with all the social media, conflicting information and pressures to be a certain way. And those ways forever changing so we are continuously having to move the goal post. 

That is quite a blabber I have just had. Forgive me, it must be hormones. I feel the need to express and share, especially as I go through massive life changes.

Until the next blab.
xxx 

Anniversary of my first LL100 recce day! Wishing I was out there

Beautiful Buttermere

This picture was taken this time (or day) last week. This day last year I would have completed my first LL100 recce day out. 25 miles of gorgeous Lake District trails. I have to say I was feeling rather jealous of those out running, especially as it was a beautiful crisp, clear day. 
Instead I was proud to have managed a 15 mile run around Cockermouth with my trusted running buddy Kibo. It was slow and steady but the best I've felt running in weeks. I am still trying to figure out what I should or shouldn't do. Or how much I should push myself. I am keen to stay fit and healthy and be able to get back to running after having a baby. But I am more concerned that I do right by them. So if it feels good I'll go with it but try not to expect too much I guess. 

I'M BACK!!! The next mammoth challenge...

Since completing the Lakeland 100 I have been asked the typical question...'What's next?'
The Bob Graham, events towards the CCC and/or UTMB and just enjoying other shorter trail races in between. The truth is, the plan was always to try for a baby. Little did I know that we would get pregnant so soon, first try!!! I guess I have always enjoyed a bit of a race to the challenge.

Anyway, I thought I'd share a bit of how things are going and have been. Once again to share experiences and a great way of recording it all for myself. I've missed writing.

On the 6th September we took a pregnancy test with slight suspicion, and hope, that we could be pregnant. After a positive and a negative test i was nervous about taking another not being sure what the outcome would be. Joe gently persuaded me, though it didn't take much, and it was positive. We were pregnant!!! Only a few weeks along so really didn't want to make too much of it knowing that the chances of miscarriage in the first 12 weeks is high!

About 6/7 weeks in I couldn't keep it to myself any longer and Joe and I told our parents. It was so lovely to say it and be able to chat with my mum, especially as I had started feeling extremely tired and a bit nauseous  Running was so hard, even from a few weeks in I felt like running a hill or usual loop seemed much more challenging. I didn't know whether to put it down to post ultra fatigue, or pregnancy fatigue!? Both I think :)

It was a challenge going to work and doing normal daily things. Having Kibo to walk every morning has been really good. I'd wake up feeling really sick and tired and the last thing I felt like doing was getting out of bed and walking. However it really helped getting a bit of fresh air and doing something active, even if it is a fraction of what I am used to, it's helped me physically and mentally. So, the gym and running has really taken a hit, though managed a few locally on the flat with Kibo any opportunity I felt a bit more energised. It has mainly consisted of a bit of a run then walk then run. It's hard to accept when you are used to pushing through, but something in my mind just holds me back...not just me I'm carrying anymore. 

My appetite has changed too. Food that I normally can't get enough of isn't as appealing and I fancy things that I don't normally bother about, or probably haven't let myself really want for years. Chips, crisps, icecream, sandwiches, 'brown foods'. I still really enjoy lots of fruit and veg though and chicken I can't get enough of. Cooked breakfasts are amazing and I feel the need for more sweet things in small doses for energy probably, though try to limit. 
I have been so regimented about food for such a long time, though I hate to admit it; it's a revolution to have to really think about what I fancy and go with it! But i am nervous about becoming a blob with so much less activity! 

Anyway, 13 and a half weeks in and energy is a little better and not nauseous too often. I want to eat a lot and although trying to be sensible and also just trying to let go a bit and do what feels right. I will keep running as I can and went for my first swim in ages tonight. Time to take a bit of pressure of the accelerator, enjoy being a little less regimented and get a healthy, happy balance.

Phew, trying to cram in a lot there! 

xxx

Long time...sorry!

Where have I been! I haven't even finished writing about Scotland and that was in August. Yes, i've been rubbish as keeping up with this blog since the 100 was done. 
Since getting back from Scotland we have managed to buy a house, move, start renovations and change work routines. Included in that has been researching and looking at ovens, hobs, dishwashers, worktops...it goes on. Anyway, so there are the excuses.

I haven't done much running for various reasons. One being the shocking wet and incredibly windy weather. And just enjoying a break from the rigorous routine. I've been enjoying walking with Kibo, doing the odd gym and yoga session whilst juggling other things.

I love the idea of working towards the Bob Graham and maybe even the UTMB. But for now I am giving more of my time to other things, including my husband. 
I plan to keep up my blog, it is 100 miles and beyond after all, and I'm not finished with challenges and adventures.

SCOTLAND!

Moral Bay swimming

What a beautiful place! 
Set off on the 16th August in the evening and headed to the Loch Lomond and The Trossachs excited to be off on our first proper van adventure in Winifred.  We indulged in a lovely Chinese take away and parked up for the night in a visitors car park that overlooked an extremely expansive Loch that was just stunning. It was raining but we were just happy to be on our holidays and it wasn't that cold.

17th August we made our way to Morar Bay to the most stunning beaches I have ever seen. They are on par with Kenya beaches, minus the heat of course. But the weather cleared and we strolled along the white sands and I felt like I was in heaven. Surrounded by mountains and countryside, on a white sandy beach, what more could we ask for? Kibo was absolutely loving it too! I was just dying to run along feeling the sand between my toes.

We managed to park up in a lay-by next to the beach for the night where we cooked for the first time on our little gas cooker. I felt so proud for what Joe has worked so hard on over the last year. An oven, hob, sink, shower and even hot water, amazing!

It rained through the night but stopped long enough to enjoy a walk, jog, potter on the beach in the morning. I still couldn't believe we were in Scotland and that these beaches were so close to home!
The rain started to come down hard so we made the 20 minute drive to Malliag where we got the ferry over to Skye (Armadale). It really felt like an adventure :) The rained stopped long enough to have a walk in Harrapool through a bit of a woodland area. it was ok but nothing too spectacular, but we all needed to stretch our legs. Then it was on to Brittle Bay.
We got to the beach of brittle bay and although it wasn't the lovely white sands we'd just been spoilt with the mountains, sea, cliffs and waterfalls made up for it. There was a camp site right on the beach so decided to spend a couple of nights there. 

19th August
What a fun run along the coast lines of Brittle bay. We were expecting to get wet and boy did we get wet. The rain came on and off like a tap and the ground was really tough going but it was so fun! Not being cold definitely helped:) We ran from the camp site right to the end where it goes out into open sea and it was totally worth it! I felt like I was at the end of the world! We got back to the van and indulged in a hot shower, coffee and lunch whilst chilling in the van. Afternoon delights were the Fairy Pools. The weather wasn't great and there were a lot of tourists so don't think it was as spectacular as it could have been. But it was still special and just being out in the gorgeous hills of Skye was really special. 
Another exciting and memorable event happened this evening! WE HAD OUR FIRST BBQ! After years of saying we would have one in Horwich at our old house, and never doing so, we finally did it. This was helped by having a BBQ of course. It was lovely, BBQ going looking out to sea. The midges cut it short and had to go indoors to eat, but it was still lovely.

will continue...

A month on...

I can't believe it's been a month since I ran 105 miles! I actually did it. And I want to do it again...or something else. I felt a pang of jealousy on the 1st September at 9am when I wasn't entering and seeing all the posts of who's entered what. But that's not it for me. I may take some time and do some shorter races and have some time off the pressure of training. I'll just continue to get out doing what I love, running in the mountains with my friends and dog. And I will continue to record it and mention anything that may interest others, or is actually an excuse to write a load of babble :) 

Little field mouse at the National Trust Beatrix Potter place 

Spending a few days in Coniston with my family, catching up with friends and having ice 'baths' in the river followed by a relaxing hot tub was a perfect way to recover. The swelling in my legs (particularly my left) took the week to go down but general soreness went pretty quick, except with stretching my quads! Fatigue really set in a few days after the run and another week taking it easy with gentle walks was enough. I noticed some people get back running quite soon and i had to be reminded by joe that there was no need and recovery was important. 
After a couple of weeks no running I got itchy feet and decided to enter a local trail half marathon for a bit of a run out. Ended up having a great run. I set off quite quick and really didn't think I'd maintain a good pace. I was in 3rd and got into second on a climb. The lady i overtook (who was a local runner) wasn't having it and cruised past me putting a good distance between us. But I really just wanted to enjoy the run. The ground was tough, boggy and uneven with lots of heather. There was even river crossings that were quite fun and refreshing. The biggest climb of the route put me back into second place and before I knew it I was ten miles in. 5km to go, that i could do! 
The lady in first place had been out of sight the whole way but I caught sight of her with about half a km to go. She took first place by 5 seconds! exciting and fun. 
Next stop...Scotland for Holidays! :) 

race report part 2

Dalemain to Howtown
Joe and Kibo saw me out of the estate and helped me with some kind of quad stretch. I continued to focus on the next check point. I spent a lot of the next 6 miles on my own trying to take in the beauty around me, not think too far ahead to Fusedale and be proud of how much I had already achieved. I fast walked the ascents with my poles as I had used throughout and ran or shuffled everything else. Howtown came quite quickly and for some reason I was feeling quite teary and emotional for the first time. I was comforted by one of the awesome marshals with a nudge from the pony (dress up). I had got quite a sore patch in the palm of my hand which I had ignored since now but suddenly it felt quite sore and noticeable. 


Howtown to Mardale Head
Stocked up with chia charge I left Howtown determined to keep a steady uphill pace on Fusedale. I wanted to stay positive and remember that the climbs were where I was strong but I couldn't help dread the descent down to Hawswater that had been a  nightmare for me last year doing the 50. Once again prayers were answered and I managed to pair up with someone that helped take my mind of the long route to mardale head and what I was worried about. It really wasn't that bad. phew! We got held up by a herd of sheep being ushered across the river so we (myself and the guy I was with) took some time to eat and I got rid of some annoying little stones in my shoes that I knew I must sort out in order to stay comfortable. After what seemed like a long long way along Haweswater (I swear it gets longer every time), I made it into mardale head and was greeted by Joe and Kibo and some very jolly marshals. I was in 4th place. I perked up quickly, had a coffee, much needed soup and peanut butter sandwiches and grabbed some mouth tingling salt and vinegar crisps for the last big climb up Gatesgarth. 20 hours in I left the checkpoint in 3rd place. I was sore in my quads as usual, but not sleepy; stomach was good; feet felt absolutely fine; and a fresh influx of 50mile runners would be coming by soon, I had a lot to be thankful for. 

Mardale Head to Kentmere
The climb was a relief after the long descent and meandering along Haweswater. I felt no pressure to be going quick, just getting to the next checkpoint in one piece and with the positive mindset that I had managed to keep throughout. As I reached the top of the climb the first 50 mile male runner came whizzing by. Boy I wish I felt that fresh. Instead I had to push myself to pick up a steady jog downhill and across to Kentmere. Going from a walk into a jog was extremely hard and painful on the legs for the first few minuets. Once I got going it felt comfortable and I didn't want to stop, weird. About a mile or 2 from Kentmere a 50 runner joined me as he was slightly injured so was happy to take it slow. I was glad of the company and his fresh energy gave me a boost. This was multiplied as I shuffled into the checkpoint and was greeted loudly by my dad, mum, brother, sister in law and 14month old nephew. It's amazing the lift you get from seeing people you love and want to do proud. I didn't want to show signs of pain and somehow kept from crying and thinking too much about how far there was to go. I still just thought of the next checkpoint.

Kentmere to Ambleside
The long descent into Troutbeck is what always sticks in my mind. Whilst this might normally be quite fun on tired legs it seems like more effort. I was determined to try and keep a steady jog and resist breaking. I was so thankful that my feet were in good shape with the really rocky terrain; my debating over and over again which shoes to wear had paid off. The scotts were perfect for me! After the agonising descent, the rest of the way was steady and the constant encouragement from 50 runners meant a lot. Heading my way through the forest with only a couple of km to go my head was down trying not to trip up on the roots and I managed to take the wrong path and ended up at a farm field. I was frustrated as it meant going back up hill to get on track but I hadn't long been passed by other runners so knew I wasn't far off. Emotions started to bubble as I hit the road. Knowing my family were there cheering me on was enough to make me blub, coupled with thinking about finishing. I hadn't thought past the next check point up until now and it hit me that one I was going to do it but that there was still 16 miles to go. Not long in the grand scheme of things but long enough when you know that there is no option of quitting now. Not that I wanted to, but I was tired!
Crying my eyes out I met up with my mum, dad, brother, Joe and Kibo and my sister Nic ran 100m to the check point with me. I think I remember asking to swap legs lol. I got some sweet flat coke down me and had some warm salty chips from Matt. Lovely words of encouragement from Hannah Mahapatra and hugs from the family saw me on my way to Chapelstile. A lovely flat section ahead. I was doing this!!!

Ambleside to Chapelstile 
I discovered by this point that a jog (or shuffle) was no more uncomfortable that walking, in fact it was quite nice keeping the legs moving and good to feel I was making a little progress. Rob passed me then I managed to catch up with him and have a bit of a catch up. He struggled a bit on the flat so I went ahead to Chapelstile but I knew he'd soon catch up with me, so something to look forward to. After a fairly quick section and feeling good considering the circumstances, i.e. having run 89+miles already, I was in need of some veg stew and bread that just tasted amazing. I knew this was my last bit of good savoury food before the finish so wanted to make sure I took enough on board. By this point I realised that I would be making it to Tilberthwaite before dark, or just after. Brilliant! But I didn't realise for sure my position or the time that I would actually do it in. I was trying to calculate how slow I felt I was going and thought 31-32 hours at best. 

Chapelstile to Tilberthwaite (last checkpoint before finish)
Things were tough physically, my legs hated any downs and getting into a jog on the flats was getting harder. Mentally I still felt positive, I'd make it to the end and around the 33 hour time or less. Having Rob to run with really kept me going. We encouraged each other saying we needed to get in before last orders. I wasn't convinced we'd be in before midnight but I was happy either way. Head torches came out just before the check point and once again I was greeted by my two most trusted mascots, Joe and Kibo. Joe told me I was in 3rd place and another runner said they hadn't seen another lady 100 runner for hours. I was thrilled. Then a girl came whizzing by me who had a yellow number on (100 runners wear yellow), and my heart sank. Positioning hadn't been that important until I thought it was taken away from me at the last stretch. How on earth did she have such fresh legs!!! That is the only moment that I let negativity into my head, but I did my best to shrug it off and keep on. I had a lovely surprise of friends at the checkpoint and it really was so so lovely to see them and really appreciated how so many people were out rooting for me. Position didn't matter, I had already done so so well. 
It turns out the runner that passed me was a 50 runner in disguise as she was meant to be doing the 100 but missed the start. I had to tell her I was so relieved in the nicest possible way. She was lovely and apologetic. I got a bit of food and mountain fuel in me ready for the stairway to heaven...the end was so near but I'd already done 100miles!!!

Final leg to Coniston
That first step is a big ass step! But its also a step of relief. Rob and I made our way up the last climb and then my torch blinked at me. I realised at this point I hadn't changed the batteries. I tried to fumble around and get some fresh batteries out but Rob gave me 2 fresh ones and I hoped that would be enough. I was also so kindly handed another lady's spare...the whole spirit of the event right there. We got going, I felt cold for the first time but after trying to faff around and get my jacket on I decided against it and to keep going. 
The descent into Coniston was the hardest part by far. Rob left me as I staggered my way down trying not to fall as I just didn't have the confidence in my legs with it being so wet, rocky and steep. I was a bit annoyed as my mind was willing but physically couldn't do it and really didn't want to end up falling and hurting myself, not with the end just there. So I slowly got down what felt like the longest hill down and onto the road. Even then I couldn't pick up speed and my torch was really low. Another runner was helping light my way and I staggered down the hill and was passed by lovely Stephen who shouted 'I told you we'd make it before 30 hours!' I couldn't believe it. I was going to be in well before 30 hours.
29 hours and 23 minutes I made it across the finish line into the arms of Joe and some marshals where I pretty much collapsed. I had finished!!! I had ran 105.9 miles, in under 30 hours and come in 3rd lady. I couldn't be happier and more relieved. 
After not having sat down or stopped for more than 14 hours, and only 10-15 mins or so in the last 29+ hours, exhaustion just completely overwhelmed me! I had pins and needles in my face and wanted to be sick. I needed Joe and hated worrying my family but I couldn't stop crying and all I wanted to do was lie down. I have never ever felt complete and utter exhaustion like it. I staggered to the van clinging onto Joe and lay face down. The relief was incredible. I didn't have to run another step. But I felt so proud. 

Post Race Condition
I didn't sleep much due to the aching in my legs. They had swelled up quite a lot, particularly my left leg/knee. Other than that, and feeling tired I have one bruised toe nail. The question is...what's next! 😋

I DID IT 105 MILES!!! LL100 race report part 1

I DID IT!!! I completed 105.9 miles, the ultra tour of the lake district across tough ground in tough conditions. Not only did I complete the course I did it in under 30 hours! 29.23 to be exact. Not only did I complete it in under 30 hours I came in 3rd lady, with no thoughts of ever quitting, no stomach issues and feet remarkably unscathed. Amazing!!!

After a week of rest, time to reflect and remember the weekend here goes my race report. Warning, it's a long one so grab a cuppa or a drink and get settled, 105 miles is a long way!!! BEWARE LOTS OF TYPOS BUT TOO LONG TO EDIT, WANTED TO GET IT OUT THERE!


Prep, prep and more prep. I tried really hard to rest, get lots of sleep and eat well the week before. Easier said that done. The day before I couldn't sit still checking my kit, making lists and going over the route. The weather was due to be wet and so wanted to be sure I had enough dry bags and any extra clothing in my drop bag that I may need. Something I'd hoped wouldn't be an issue but hey, it's the lake district after all!
We drove down in the van to Coniston on Thursday night so had the whole day to chill on Friday. I didn't sleep great but thought that may be the case so didn't fret and luckily after going through registration on Friday morning I managed to get a couple of good hours sleep.

16.30-17.15 Friday 28th July
Nerves and excitement build at the pre-race briefing. There is a real family atmosphere as everyone there all have the same goal and want to support one another. At this point I am hot and starting to get really quite nervous. I can feel the adrenaline building and really just want to get going. 


After the briefing I tried to stay sat down knowing that I'd be on my feet for a long time. It was so special having my family and friends around me at the start praying for me and wishing me well. I couldn't help but get emotional as everything I'd been working towards and focused on was actually here. I was about to see whether I could do it. Had I done enough to make it possible? Was I mentally strong enough? Would the weather be too much for me to cope with and all the niggles I'd been feeling...would they cause me issues? Yes, so many questions running around my head and an immense desire to succeed. I felt focused on the goal in hand despite all the questions. 

18.00 (Coniston-Seathwaite/CP1)
I had started my lakeland 100 journey. First stop was Seathwaite. I was determined not to think further than the next check point.
I got my poles out straight away, which I hadn't really planned but for some reason decided that was what I wanted to do especially as I wasn't going to run any of the up hill or slight inclines so may as well take pressure off the legs whenever possible. I remember chatting to a couple of people as we set off, but then the rain set in so it was waterproofs on and head down . Fortunately it wasn't cold, I was just wary of getting wet through and then being really cold during the night so wanted to take precautions with waterproof top and bottom. It seemed to settle once I starting the first decent so they soon came off. 
After the first km of descending cramping started in my quads and my stomach was in stitches! What on earth was going on!? I was running with a friend at this point and honestly felt really disheartened thinking that something was wrong to be feeling this only an hour and 20 mins in. I kept thinking of what Joe said to me and knew I needed to stay positive. The pain in my legs would slow me down a bit and keep me steady and there was a long way for them to loosen up. But it was sore legs from there on in. I made sure I had my electrolytes and got some food in me. Onto Boot!


Seathwaite to Boot
There's not much to say about this section other than boggy, slippery and steep. I only fell once but it was hairy and going slow was the only option if I wanted not to risk an injury. It did seem to go fairly quickly despite the horridly technical terrain, and after a quick water stop and some nibbles of food I was keen to get going and make it most of the way to Wasdale before dark set in with it being a section most unknown to me.

Boot to Wasdale
From being quite anxious about running in the dark strangely I started to look forward to it. By this point I knew I'd get most of the way to Wasdale in the light and that there would be people around me most of the way. I was running with a couple of people and enjoying good chat whilst we navigated our way across a very indistinct path, particularly with such wet conditions. We nearly went wrong  before we reached the tarn and I found it quite hard in the half light to make out structures. But my watch kept me on track and we just took our time and made it to the tarn where the path became more obvious. A few km from Wasdale the head torches came out and I felt comfortable, despite sore legs, going into the roller disco checkpoint where I was looking forward to some hot salty soup. I was greeted 200m from the checkpoint by Joe and Kibo which really lifted my spirits and that extra little surge of energy to go through the night. And as always the marshals were fabulous encouraging and supporting you full on.

Wasdale to Buttermere
Stores replenished (soup and bread never tasted so good) I was ready to take on black sail pass climb. I had weirdly been looking forward to this knowing that I climb well and that the ground conditions would be better than the previous bog. It didn't disappoint and I just loved looking back down the valley at the lights from head torches streaming behind me. Things were made even better when I met a friend Marcus at the top and we agreed to run together. So when we went a bit wrong going down into Ennerdale I felt strangely calm, especially as this was the bit I was worried about, and we managed to get back on track fairly quickly. Descending into Buttermere was also tricky, especially in such wet conditions and there was a group of us who went a little off course but I knowing the route well I am proud to say that, for a change, I was the one who quickly got us on track and we could then enjoy a gentle jog along the lake to the next checkpoint. 
I was feeling it quite a bit in my legs at this point, which I expected with the descents and it felt very muggy, so made sure took on salts and my electrolytes along with more soup and bread. My feet felt pretty good so decided against a sock change and Marcus and I carried on.

Buttermere to Braithwaite 
Once I got to Buttermere I knew I was on home turf, knew the section well and was sure that would give me a boost. However; it felt long and tough, especially on my sore legs and getting into Braithwaite I felt a bit deflated and quite low for the first time. Seeing Joe and Kibo was such a relief and just what I needed. He reminded me to eat lots and thinking about it I possibly didn't take on enough fuel during the section. So I chowed down on anything that was going, rice pudding, fruit (so refreshing), sandwiches and nuts and a couple of paracetamol with caffein. I felt ready and focused, this section was one of my faves and a bit of leg pain wasn't going to stop me enjoying it!!!

Braithwaite to Blen Cathra 
After having a difficult leg I had really prayed that I would pick up and be able to ignore the discomfort in my legs. Prayers were answered and I felt fantastic on this section. This was helped enormously by the company I had (Stephen Braithwaite I think was one guy) and I can honestly say that I really enjoyed running. Being in the dark felt like a privilege and light wasn't far off. The usual pick me up from the marshals and some more food and I soon set off for Dockray. I normally find this part quite tedious and boring but quickly turned that around in my head and looked forward to some easy ground to run on. I had already been out longer than I ever had done, survived the night section and about to have run the furthest distance too. No feet issues, no stomach issues and despite the sore quads, I was feeling really proud and still not wanted to give up. 

Blen Cathra to Dockray 
I admit that this was not a section I was looking forward to. A couple of miles or so on the road and then the long old coach road. I spent most of it on my own I seem to remember but in the end didn't mind it that much. I do remember taking a bit of time to just wander along the old coach road, enjoy dawn and really loved eating a mixture of nuts, seeds, dates and salt and vinegar crisps. With no real ascent or descent it was a welcome break to the concentration that had taken place and the added difficulty of the dark. 
I was welcomed to Dockray by a beaming Murray and Julia who lifted my spirits no end and I even got a bit of a rub down of my burning quads. As always the soup and bread tasted amazing and I think I managed to gain a place at this point. Not that I had been really paying much attention to position to be honest as that wasn't my focus at all. Onwards to Dalemain, over half way was in reach!

Dockray to Dalemain
Running along the side of Ullswater in the early hours was really special. The rain had stayed away for a while now and with more food in and the extra boost from seeing friends gave me a bit of a spring in my step. Mentally I was feeling positive and strong even if my legs were complaining. I did try to have a bit of a stretch of the quads here and there but generally just accepted that they were sore but hopefully wouldn't get much worse. 
I ran a lot of the last 3-4 miles with the second place lady Wendy. She was extremely strong and determined and an experienced runner. I knew that she would end up doing really well and it was nice to be able to say I had run quite a bit with her. She was clearly more conditioned than me as if it weren't for my legs I think I would have been a bit more of a contender for her. Nevertheless I was pleased with how I was doing and even had a 'proper' loo stop that was a struggle with sore legs but was a relief all the same lol. Wendy wasn't going to stop at Dalemain but I wasn't bothered, I was looking forward to this slightly longer break and time to re-charge.
About 18 hours of running I had arrived at Dalemain and I still didn't want to throw in the towel. I dried and talced my feet and changed my socks. I decided I was going to stick with my shoes as I'd incredibly not had any issues with my feet!!! Brilliant. A change of top, topping up my bag and brushing my teeth was lovely when you've been eating all night long. I grabbed my iPod, a quick bowl of stew and I was ready for the 'second half'. I forgot to change my torch batteries which caused a bit of grief later but not too bad. It was onwards and upwards!

The next part of the journey will be in a separate post. Don't want to risk losing this!

Less than 24 hours to go!

My stomach is in knots and I am buzzing with anticipation for tomorrow. I can't believe it's here. Drop bag and kit ready for number 159's check:

I have been feeling quite sick and have a sore stomach but hoping that is just the nerves. It makes eating a lot difficult, especially not having done a huge amount of exercise this week, but I know that what is before me requires calories and lots of them. So I am doing my best to chow down on whatever I can, especially of the carbohydrate form (not difficult for me as I love my carbs!)

Anyway, the next post I put up will be an account of the race, and hopefully with a successful outcome of finishing. Until then...

2 days to go....NERVES, EXCITEMENT, PREP PREP PREP

Race brief
Kit check
Drop bag
Lists lists and more lists
Facebook Banter
Recce videos
Weather checks 1,2,3,4,5+times a day
Noticing every ache and pain
Taper
Stretch
Excitement
NERVES!!!
EAT
SLEEP

ONE WEEK TO GO!!!

It doesn't feel all that long ago that I was sat in Costa at Manchester Airport on the 1st October 2016 waiting for 9am with my iPad ready to try and bag a place in the lakeland 100. After months of training I am a week away from starting (or continuing) my lakeland journey. There is nothing I want more than to be able to cross the finish line; whatever ungodly hour that may be, to claim my lakeland 100 medal and t-shirt and do all my supporters proud. Joe has been amazing, encouraging me, giving me a push when I needed it and helping me to put things into perspective and take a break when essential. And I know he'll be there with me (not always physically of course) every step of the way. I just need to remember the advice and run my own race. That's all I can do. I am scared, excited, anxious but I am determined. I just pray that I don't get injury because I hope that anything else I have the mindset to keep going. 

September 2016 I bagged a place to run the 2017 UTLD #LL100...training begins in Sedona, Arizona!

First race after Lakeland 50. winning Ennerdale 50k

Training continues in the winter on new home turf...Lake District

All smiles as I go to win the Keswick mountain festival 50k in 5.31

Last longish run out...fatigue setting in, time to taper

So tapering is underway and I can think about nothing else. I have made lists, watched the recce videos, looked at the route, starting studying the road book and going over so much in my mind. I am slowly easing back, though I find it difficult, but know that I need to start twitching to go, and enjoy that feeling of energy because I am sure 30 miles or so in I will be craving it. Sleep, eat, stretch and gentle exercise for the next week!!!

Fatigue, tears and fear...ready to taper now!!!

Right, so I am really starting to freak out. If I thought about the 100 event frequently before it's now all I think about. I go through the route, being in the dark, getting lost, eating, feeling rough, hoping to feel ok. It goes on. My biggest worry is that I haven't done the really really long days (8 hours plus). The last 2 weekends I headed out with the intention of having long days out (as in 7-10 hours), but on both occasions really struggled to get past even a couple of hours. 
On the first occasion an hour in and I wanted to quit, turn around and go back. That's not unusual and can pass but after a couple of hours of just not wanting to be out and knowing the further we went the further back we had to go, we turned back. I was feeling similar on Saturday, had a bit of a panic attack, a cry and sought reassurance from my very patient husband. Long days out are meant to be about keeping going when you don't want to, pushing through no matter what. I reached that point, just not as far in as I'd hoped, so I will just hope and pray I can use the experience to keep going on the day. (These are the wise words from Joe and I feel I need to cling onto them and believe that I have done enough training).
I can tell I am tired of the pushing and now just need to focus on staying fresh, letting my sore ankle/foot rest and pray and hope that I will feel fresh and ready to face this insane challenge that is ahead...very soon!!!

Reece Skelwith bridge to consiton and back along the cumbrian way...lovely!

Today was a good run out. Really steady 24 miles and feeling like I could keep going, and actually wanted to. It's a good feeling to have rather than just wishing it would be over. Having good weather and good company of Joe, Marcus and, Kibo of course always helps. We were all in good spirits and happy to be out on a steady paced run in our beautiful playground with the sun shining.

After the usual faffing about getting kit together and trying to find a toilet we got going on the lakeland 100 route from Skelwith bridge. I kept thinking how great it would be to get to this point on the route. I'll be hurting and every bit of me will be wanting to stop, but being well over half way I hope that I can find it in me to crawl to the end. I will!!!

Not long to go now, just hoping and praying that I've done enough and, despite not doing long long days, I have done more consecutive days out and got more experience on the fells. 

3am start for a Joss Naylor support

I can't believe I am saying this but there was something quite exhilarating about getting up as others head home after a night out to start a run before the sun came up. I wasn't much looking forward to it but knew that starting in the dark and after only a few hours sleep was all good practice. However; once we got going tiredness was forgotten and feeling like the only ones out on the hills was really peaceful and felt like a privilege. As the sun started to come up we saw two packs of deer galloping across the fells, which added to the beauty of the early morning light hitting mountains. It really was spectacular. 
The pace was really steady as Jack had a long way to go. But today wasn't about pushing hard, it was about supporting Jack and running with lack of sleep.  Experiencing an unfamiliar place and getting to know people I just met was so lovely and is one of the great things about this sport.
I had planned on doing another leg but my ankle was a little sore and knowing that the 3rd leg was very rocky I decided to give it a miss. It was so lovely getting home and going back to bed for a few hours knowing the rest of the day was ahead of me. I would like to say this has encouraged me to run at such early hours but we'll have to see.  

Keswick Mountain Festival 50k. FIRST LADY :)

What a run!!! The wind and rain made the conditions tough but the route was spectacular with a bit of everything to keep it interesting. Having it so well marked meant that I could just focus on the job in hand and enjoy the running. So, thank you KMF for that. 

I set off wanting to run my race, not putting unnecessary pressure on myself, but equally give it my best shot. I needed to get my confidence and joy for running back, and this was really going to test my foot.

From the early on I, unintentionally, was in third place (ladies) and by the time I was going up to Walla crag I had put myself into second, just behind first lady. She was going quick and steady but not dissimilar pace to me. I decided that I wasn't going to try and overtake, just stay close by. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to keep up with her pace or if the pressure would get to me so I decided straight away to stick with my plan of running my race. If I was meant to get ahead then I would. I wanted to give it my all but equally enjoy it as much as possible. 

Going down to Rosthwaite we hit some technical ground and I managed to navigate my way down confidently where I took a lead, all the while trying not to put pressure on myself to keep it. Not always easy because who wouldn't like a win!?  I was feeling good and choosing to mostly power walk up the hills meant that I avoided fatigue in my legs and running the slight gradients, flats and downs felt comfortable. 
Going up from Honister was challenging with the wind but I didn't let it get to me and powered my way up still feeling strong. I surprised myself the most on my decent via Dubs Crag into Buttermere. I felt confident with the tricky technical decent, despite the wet and windy conditions and kicking a rock that I thankfully managed to not fall from, but left me with a bruised toe. It was a relief though to be running along the lovely trail beside Buttermere. 
The section along Crummock was my least favourite, but I had expected that and used it as an opportunity to slow down and catch my breath and got a great welcome at the top end of the lake by a friend Raj and being told I was first lady did make me feel proud, although a bit pressured.  
Newlands valley is a long valley! Running off camber and trying to keep a good pace, on wet ground was not easy. My legs were feeling good and knowing that we were well over half way and having some company kept me going, I was feeling confident that first place was mine. 
The final sections of road were tough and I had to dig deep to keep up my pace because I wasn't sure how much ahead I was and really wanted the win by this point. However; I managed to smile on the last section into Keswick before being brought to a halt just after the Rugby club as the festival was shut down due to winds.
The last few km of the race we joined other runners doing a 10km route. I was a little disappointed that no one seemed to know I had just won first lady in the 50k due to the merge of runners and the hectic change in finishing venue. Nevertheless, I was chuffed to bits to have run it it 5.31, ten minutes from the record time and in harsh conditions. My training must have paid off somewhat and I have gained some confidence now. I just hope that I can carry some of it with me on the 100.

Final organised rec. day, foot pain, poles, and 50k prep!!!

POOLEY BRIDGE TO AMBLESIDE-FINAL LL100 GROUP RECCE

Despite a really early start and the weather looking pretty grim I was excited for the day ahead.  Leaving my car and walking to the bus I knew something didn't feel right. The arch of my left foot felt sore and uncomfortable. Putting it down to my shoes I spent the bus journey up to Pooley Bridge adjusting and re-adjusting my shoe in the hope that it was just pressure on my arch that was causing the discomfort. No matter what I did the pain stayed just the same. It made the 28 miles particularly tough. More mentally knowing that my foot was potentially injured, unsure if it was due to footwear and how I was going to resolve it. I had quite a low point and if it weren't for good company I think I would have hated the day. I did pick up though and by the end did feel I could have continued on despite the pain that was clearly something that wouldn't just go away. The day taught me that I can keep going but that I am really quite afraid of doing any long term damage, no bad thing but scared that this won't resolve or flare up during the race. 
I also had a go using poles again and that on sore feet or legs they do help and also found my hands didn't feel quite so puffy despite the heat and thinking about what I was doing with the poles was quite a nice distraction. I had also been advised by several fellow runners, before even asking, that poles would really help save my legs if used from the start...I was convinced. Conveniently my Birthday was a few days away and I made the purchase reassuring myself that I could sell them on even if I only use them for the 100 event. 

NEW POLES!

After much faffige I managed to figure out a fairly convenient way to stash my poles on my running bag and headed up steep Fleetwith Pike  to have a practice. They will take some getting used to but think I can feel the benefits, just taking a bit of strain off the legs. Getting them out to use and putting them away is what puts me off the most, but I'm sure over time that will become a bit more slick. It reminds me of being on the cross trainer actually! I knew it was going to be helpful beyond just aerobic fitness :) 

Feelings before Keswick Mountain Festival 50k

The last two weeks I've been feeling pretty tired, heavy legs with the minimal running that I've done due to foot resting. I feel like I have become so slow and the couple of runs I've done have seemed like such an effort. This doesn't fill one with confidence when running a 50k let alone 100 miles! However; reducing the running and doing a bit of cross training has allowed my foot to rest and feel quite a bit better. So despite feeling sluggish this has given me a bit of confidence that I can at least start the event without pain. I imagine the aftermath will be different. It's a long way to run and it is going to be tough especially because i want to give it my best shot. But I can't help feeling particularly nervous because in my mind it's a fraction of the distance that is before me. I just hope I can take the pressure off myself, at least some of the time, and just enjoy the running. I need to really try and get that joy back after the stress and pressure of training, so that when I do get ready to start the 100 I am going out doing what I love. I want to enjoy the journey and experience as much as I can and so need to start with the event tomorrow. oh yes, and I'm going to try it in my Scott shoes 😛
Until afterwards...

Mental strategies and prep

It's a long long way, 105 miles! I can't get my head around it at the moment and just pray that on the day(s) it will kind of fall into place. Am I going to be strong enough to keep moving forward despite being sleep deprived, feeling sick and sore? Will I be able to cope with the emotional roller coaster that it is inevitably going to be? I remember on the 50 having moments thinking 'this is ridiculous! Why am I putting myself through all this!?' The 100 will be the same only I will be having those thoughts much more frequently and the desire to stop will be strong. What is going to keep me going? I really need to think about what I am going to do to try and get me through the moments that really test me and where I am on the brink of stopping...

1. It's not 105 miles, it's _ miles to the next check point and food stop 

2. Turning any negative mindset into a positive...my legs are so sore, well they're not falling off 😜

3. If I stop I'll have to wait an awfully long time to get back so may as well keep going

4. Count or sing something in my head when the going gets really tough to distract me from the pain. 

And I kind of get stuck. I am trying to visualise myself getting to each checkpoint, and getting to the end. How good it will feel to achieve the goal I've set myself. Just hoping and praying that I make it and that I can enjoy some of it along the way.

Poles and working on positive thinking

I decided I wanted to try out some poles and just be out for a bit with no expectations of time, effort or distance. After all time on my feet is good training anyway. I am struggling to stop looking at strava and play the comparison game where in my mind I always come out short. Others always seem to be doing so much more; time, distance; efforts etc etc. In my heart I know we are all different. We train different, have different strategies, different responsibilities and different expectations. We will all be running our own race and I really really need to start focusing on my own race, from now! And today I was just out with my boys...my besties. The ones that keep me going when feeling really low and help me to keep believing that I have what it takes to run 100 miles!

We made our way from Seathwaite over to Wasdale, the wind doing its best to blow us of the mountainside and the terrain, well I hated it. But armed (or footed) with my Hokas I felt much more at ease knowing that every step wasn't going to be a risk of sharp rocks hurting my feet. It wasn't easy or that fun but I was able to just tell myself that although I'm not running much it's good agility training :) A lot of the terrain was rocky and just difficult to navigate with much speed. I didn't think much to the poles going down that sort of trail. Going up Black Sail I did feel I could have pushed more but took time trying to get used to the poles, and I wasn't focusing on speed. On our last ascent up a scree path between Great and Green Gable they made a considerable difference. I was able to get a good rhythm and ease off the legs a bit, my arms got a bit of a work out for a change! 

So, Hokas I'm pretty convinced I will use at least on the second half of the 100. Poles, I'm undecided but think they could be really helpful to ease off the legs. So long as I don't get fed up with carrying them when I don't want to use them. I think if I can put them in my bag when I want that would be the best option. 

A good day out. Some good ascending and descending with some kit trial too. And I was with my boys in the mountains :) 

Hoka and Scotts review

My feet (along with my stomach, back, glutes and surviving lack of sleep) are my big concern. I know that inevitably my skin will prune, toes will bruise, lose a few toe nails and feel insane pressure in the balls and heels of my feet. But the longer I can delay that process the better! 

So, I tried some HOKAS!!! Speed Mafate 2 to be precise. How did I get on? Am I converted? Well, I started out with numb toes, pain in my arches and felt like going up hill was a million times harder. Although, that could have been because I was tired. Once I managed to sort those issues I absolutely loved being able to run over rocks and terrain that normally kill my feet with very little concern. I think I actually felt a bit more confident. 

On my second day out in the Hokas I seemed to suffer less with the numbness and pain but still felt like uphill running was more difficult. Again, hard to tell if that was due to being a little tired in the legs anyway or if it was the shoes. Still loved them on the rough terrain and do think they'll be great when I've been on my feet for a day or more already.

Onto my Scott Kinabalus. After a month or more waiting for them i was pleased to finally give the a shot. They seem to fit well, a little compression here and there but that is often the case with new shoes for me. I can't make too much of a judgement at the moment as the terrain was quite good but think they could be a good option for the first half.

Decisions, decisions. I just hope I can get it as good as can be expected. My poor old feet! Next trail...poles! :) 

HOKAS!

I've done it! Gone and bought some Hokas! Sorry about the blurry picture, my phone camera lens is cracked. 
Will be trying these out tomorrow and will get back with my verdict :)

Good training week :)

My ever faithful running companion :)

Chilling on the grass after a good 42km run out on Saturday...me looking rough, Kibo ready to keep going 






The week started with a bank holiday Monday spent out with my boys, having a fab day out in the mountain, sun shining on us. We were out quite a lot longer than we had anticipated, which I can struggle with. I generally like to know how far or how long we'll be out, and if it exceeds that I get a bit grumpy. But, taking on board the advise of my wise husband I kept trying to think of all the positives. When I reached some terrain I really don't like coming down into Buttermere, I focused on how lovely the valley was, how it meant I could just go slow and take the time to practice my descending on rocky ground. When we had another couple of hours to go after what had already been a longer day than I expected, and all I wanted to do was get it over with, I focused on how the time on my feet was great training, that I was out with my husband who was having a good run out and enjoying it, mostly, and thankful it was lovely weather, I wasn't cold and my feet were dry!!!  I knew it would feel good to have got some good miles in afterwards. So, I am going to keep practicing positive thinking and take time to be thankful for what I can do...well, as much as I can.

On Tuesday I went into work in Keswick early (I know, what a great place to say I work!) Managed a slow steady 8/9 miles, which didn't feel slow, especially as I tried to keep warm on what was a very cold morning and I was not dressed appropriately. I didn't even have gloves, which if you knew me is unheard of as I always get freeeeeeeezing hands, to the point of no function. And that's on a relatively warm day! I was pleased to get something in before work. I just need to be careful not to put pressure on myself to do it all the time. Easier said than done. Once I do something once I find it hard not to feel I should be able to do it all the time. Something I will work on with the aim of getting more of a balance. 

I decided to mix things up and had a good 46km bike (commute to and from work) on Friday. Not being 'bike fit' my back suffered and I got a blister under my toe. I rarely get blisters running, so found it funny to get it whilst on my bike. Poor socks is what it was. 

Saturday, the sun came out and I was looking forward to meeting a fellow Lakeland 100 runner to keep him company on his recce from Buttermere to Dockray and good training for me. I started out in Braithwaite in the end and ran back on the route to meet him.  We chatted the 20 or so km before I turned back. I felt pretty good other than a blister that developed because of a plaster I was wearing for my other blister...injiji socks please hurry up and arrive! Ankles been feeling a little sore and my glutes, right hamstring and knee niggles a bit. Stuff I need to try work on (however that may be) before the day. I will try and do a post on some specific strength and stretch training maybe?! 

Overall though a great day out, reinforcing what's so great about trail/fell running; being able to get out with like minded people and appreciate the beautiful countryside, push myself a bit and enjoy a rest afterwards. And I have a tired little dog too :) 

Thank you for a great day!

xxx