Marsden Racers // Running and Cycling club in Huddersfield

47.8 KM

3,413 metres elevation

Ive long known about the Tea Round and always thought that looks ‘fun’ but other than the Lakeland 50 way back in 2012 I had never really taken on any challenges in the Lakes.

So whilst out on the Tuesday Marsden racers run back in August we saw that a friend had completed the Tea Round and Scott suggested we give it a go. Without hesitation the answer was YES lets do this!! 

After a bit of planning we chose the date of 2nd October – No turning back now we’re committed.

In the week running up to the date we were both checking the forecast on every website possible looking for any glimmer of hope that it might not be true…. 60Mph winds, Lightning and heavy rain all day is never ideal for the Lake District especially when you are 800 metres above sea level. 

We had no option but to postpone the run for 2 weeks to the 16th October as I had the Manchester Marathon to tackle on the 10th

But then disaster struck and I got a positive COVID PCR test after being poorly in bed for a few days putting paid to the marathon and possibly putting the Tea Round at risk.. (I genuinely wasn’t bothered about not running the marathon as I hate road running) 

We got to my freedom day of the 12th and I went out round Castleshaw for a test run and then confirmed to Scott we are good to go – bring on the Lakes!! 

Discussions now turned to kit for the day and Scott mentioned taking Poles. 

Ive never used poles and thought well I will have room in my pack why not buy some. 

Well I can honestly say that for this challenge buying Poles was up there with one of the best purchases Ive ever made for running. I genuinely don’t think I could have got round without them! 

Other than the Poles the kitlist was fairly straight forward for both of us and kind of followed standard FRA rules on kit. (and jam butties) 

What time do we set off was my big worry, I’m not a morning person but Scott certainly is being a regular on Marsden Moor at 5/6am most days! 

We really want to be setting off from the George Fisher shop at 7 as we have a 10 hour target and want to beat the sunset. This means a 4.30 pick up from Dobcross – OUCH

So off we go on the day kit packed, fuelled, hydrated and in giddy moods, lets get to Keswick!! 

We got to the George Fisher doors for 7.15 in the pitch black but with great weather and plenty of optimism. 

The first 4k takes you out of the town and through fields up towards Catbells and we got lost at pretty much the first off-road turn that we had to take – textbook error, this doesn’t bode well.

Anyway, back on track and we make our way up Catbells for the first climb of the day. We had a real spring in our step and waltzed past other early risers one of which mentioned a few runners had already passed through on the Tea Round. We got to the peak almost exactly one hour after we started and were blessed with the amazing views that make this the most visited peak in the Lakes.

Off we went on our descent back to sea level for what would be a big challenge climbing Robinson, this is where I first see Scott disappear into the distance like a mountain Goat bouncing down the Fells!  

Robinson certainly tests you, a sharp right hand turn on the path takes you practically vertical up and away from Scope Beck and onwards to the top. 

As we approached a fellow Tea Rounder caught us up and we had a good natter with him before off he went at a canter down Robinson.

Now if you thought up Robinson was tough just wait till you descend it! 

This is essentially a sheer drop with a fence that if you don’t hold on to you face imminent death (well this is what was going through my mind anyway)

Whilst I was struggling here Scott had already got to the bottom, had a soreen, a drink, made a brew and phoned home.. 

Around Buttermere we went and on to what we knew was the toughest and highest climb of the day up High Stile. 

Just looking up at this bad boy put the fear of God into us both and the poles were out to make their debut. 

We go up and up and up and up.. never ending and I can see why this has broken quite a few people attempting the round, its brutal and you feel like you are getting nowhere. 

The clag sets in to make it even harder and this feels now like a survival run and were having to dig very deep. I’m crying inside by this point. 

Positive attitude kicks in and we push on to the top on a path that a sheep has made, we go round the rocky front and left round some more and finally we have made it – what a killer!! 

No time to stop though as the weather was grim and visibility next to nothing, we are back running with the chap from earlier here and get chance to get running again over to Red Pike. 

Its very rocky but a good chance to rack up some precious KM’s.

I’m at the rear of the group and I trip over a rock whilst looking at my watch, I scream silently like back in my Rugby days to show bravado (and hope nobody sees me) and get up and crack on!! Never did mention this until now…

We get to the Red Pike and start to descend to Bleaberry Tarn, this was another technical one with Red Scree at the top and then stone steps that seem to go on forever.. this takes it out of you and really tests the Knees.. we make it to the tarn and time for a break. I was blown away by the clear water and how picturesque this place was – loved it!!

Jam butties, soreen, gels, salt tablets and water are the order of the day here… I will be honest I would have paid a lot of money for a Beer and Burger at this point! 

Off we go on another tricky stony descent down to Buttermere where we fill up our water bottles at the Cafe but no time to rest as we need to crack on if we are to meet our 10 hour target.

We go again this time taking on Whiteless Pike. The terrain going up here is great but again just relentless and seems to go forever! 

Navigation now comes to the fore as visibility is pretty much non existent. There are several paths to take up here and careful reading of the watches is required as several paths all cross each other at the top.

When at the top though we get chance to get some more running in again and then come to a point where we will have to come back on ourselves at Eel crag. 

Grisedale Pike comes in to view as the wind blows away the clouds – another climb but this one doesn’t look as steep and a good chance we can get some speed up there. 

We work the legs and get up there in good time seeing several other runners and plenty of other walkers – first time in the day we have really seen any other nutters up on the tops! 

The recommended route we are following takes you up and straight back down the same path you came up and we meet the chap from earlier on again – we aren’t in a race but this feels like a win at this stage and we now want to stay in front. The race is on! 

Anyway, back down to Eel Crag and the watch is telling us to go up a sheer vertical cliff – this cant be right surely, I didn’t bring any ropes or carabiners… well I am not gonna lie I was bricking it up here but too far in to not commit.. it was raining and the clag was in again and this climb went up and up and up until finally Scott shouted we are at the top.. we got to the cairn at Eel Crag and what a feeling!! This felt like we had done it!! 

At this point we knew Barrow was the only real climb left and we knew we had smashed it – still a good distance to go but the peaks had been conquered!! Absolutely overjoyed at this stage.. 

This now is a great chance for some running on the skyline over Crag Hill, Sail, Scar Crags, Causey Pike and down to Rowling End. 

Legs are starting to ache but its all downhill and the adrenaline is pumping. 

The views here are absolutely spectacular especially the winding path down Sail which has always been on my list..  (google it and you will have seen it on a Microsoft screensaver no doubt)

10 hours was the target but we now have a natter and think we could possibly sneak under 9 hours, that would be fantastic and something we didn’t think was an option but we have to for it now.

Running down to Rowling End is another absolute cracker with a nice rolling path leading to some of the best views you can get and see Cat Bells in all its glory with a throng of people all clambering up its Peak.

Back up the hill again though to Causey Pike to find the downhill to Barrow. 

We find no path and again the recommended route we have takes us into fell running territory through marshes, dodging sheep and taking the odd tumble or two!

We get to the bottom though and take the chance to dip our heads and caps in the fresh stream for a much needed freshener before the last climb of the day up Barrow! 

No time to moan, just have to face it and crack on. Its a steep one again but the Poles are keeping us going. We pass 2 hikers having a cheeky beer on a bench and I suggested I have one.. they thought I was joking… I really wasn’t.. 

We make it to the top and again what a feeling, I’m pretty sure we hugged at this point out of relief, out of sheer emotion, no drama just wow what a day!!

We still have 5km to do and this involves a descent from Barrow which is a grassy rolling hill where speed comes back in again, we both leap down there and into the village at the bottom.. what can go wrong now? 

Well I was broken thats what – the flat 3 KM on the road back to Keswick broke me and my legs just wouldn’t work but we had 20 minutes to get under 9 hours and at this point I was determined. It was stop start all the way but we got back to Keswick and through the busy market and past all the shoppers back to George Fisher in 8:59:56 – would you believe it – 4 seconds under 9 hours!!

What an absolutely magnificent day, fantastic company, very lucky with the weather. 

Amazing scenery, paced it very well and put no pressure on ourselves. 

We rewarded ourselves with a Pizza and a Beer for our efforts and then back to the Car.  

To anyone thinking about it I would 100% recommend giving the George Fisher Tea Round a go.

Gareth Dean 

by Nathan Watson

Race: Pen Y Ghent Ultra 2021

Race Date: 16th October 2021

Distance: 50 km / ~1,300m ascent

Firstly, there’s a bit of a backstory to how I came to choose this race. Ranger Ultras’ PB57 (Pennine Bridleway 57km) was due to be my first ‘proper’ ultra (i.e., first ultra-distance race as opposed to just a long day out on the trails with friends or on my own) in April 2020. Obviously, that didn’t happen! Since then, I’ve been considering one of their multi-day events so wanted to enter the PYG 50km as a bit of a test. I’ve never done any of the Yorkshire Three Peaks, always being unavailable when a few club friends have headed up to run them, so at least I could tick one off.

Great Starting Photo

My wife (Charlotte) and daughter (Norah) had kindly offered to come and support so we spent a long weekend at YHA Hawes – our first trip back to a hostel for over 2 years, and our first with a toddler in tow. The afternoon before the race we went out for a walk to trace the first / last section of the race. The route follows the Pennine Way from Hawes to Horton in Ribblesdale, skirting Ten End and Dodd Fell and joining the Cam Road track. From HIR you head up the south side of Pen Y Ghent, down the west side and eventually re-join the Pennine Way, retracing your steps to head north back to Hawes. The navigation is straightforward but with a bit of a wiggly route through lanes, fields and alleys out of Hawes, I felt better having reccied it. After a detour to Aysgill Force, we headed back to the hostel to make dinner. A whole wall of the comfy lounge is dominated by a photo of Pen Y Ghent, so no chance of taking my mind of it!

I packed kit, went down to registration/kit check to save a job in the morning, and bored Charlotte with thinking out loud about what to wear the next day. It was due to be cloudy, cool and dry, which was perfect for me. But if you’ve run with me any time other than summer, you know my hands are rubbish in cool weather and get really cold. Clumsy at best, and numb / painful at worst.

Me with my Number 1 supporter, Norah

Saturday morning – early breakfast for me, then I settled on shorts, a long sleeve shirt and gloves. Charlotte and Norah came to see me off at from the Market Hall, and this was the first time I’ve run a race where the start and finish line is actually indoors! An hour earlier the 70 / 100 km Three Peaks Ultra had set off from the same place.

The atmosphere was great – Ranger Ultras advertise themselves as running low-key and friendly events, and it was certainly both. After getting out of Hawes it’s a few kilometres climb up onto the Pennine Way and it wasn’t quite the conditions I’d hoped for – mist, constant drizzle and cool. I was soaked through within an hour, and although my core and legs were fine, my head started to get cold. Heading into a long downhill section I didn’t want to stop to get a hat out of my bag, so went straight through CP1 and pulled a thin buff over my head to keep the wind off, which worked a treat. Some faster runners stopped for a while to get out waterproofs (and some had set off in them) but I knew I’d get far too warm in mine so just kept moving.

The time was flying by, and I ran for some time with a group from Malvern Buzzards who were very friendly and raised a few laughs. I’m not antisocial, but I am awkward and get anxious if I’m with people I don’t know and don’t have context for a conversation, so am used to running on my own. But they made me feel really welcome in their group.

Strava Screen Shot of the Day

After 2 hours 15 (About 22km) I arrived at CP2 in Horton, the only CP where I stopped, and had a great welcome from Norah and Charlotte. Norah kept saying her catchphrase of ‘good running Daddy!’ and gave me kisses, plastering me in sausage roll crumbs. Someone filled one of my soft flasks (and I squirted someone in water pistol fashion whilst squeezing it back into one of my chest pockets) and at the last minute I decided to take off my soaked gloves and get my dry mitts out of my pack. This gave me the chance to swap some food from the pack to a pocket I could reach whilst on the move. It felt like I was there far too long but, in hindsight, it was only a couple of minutes. I never rely on checkpoint food so like to get through as quick as possible.

I ran for a while, but as the climb to Pen Y Ghent got steeper, I took the chance to slow hike a while and get a good amount of food in – a couple of slices of malt loaf and some pretzels. Although steep and requiring hands for balance at some point, I didn’t find the climb up PYG too hard, and it went by pretty quick. There were a few tourists up there, but the weather had kept a lot away. The route up from the south ends in a steep rocky scramble – I’d much prefer to go up that way than down! The Malvern crew stopped for some selfies at the trig, so I peeled off and started the descent. Not an enjoyable one as it’s a lot of long steps – you know the ones that are too long for one footstep but too short for two steps on each?

The next section was undulating, rarely steep, and then a few kilometres uphill towards Dodd Fell. I ran most of this alone aside from quick chats as I passed other runners. By no means am I a fast runner, but I do find I do better on climbs, and I get passed on steep descents. I just kept myself fed, watered and had a few salt tablets. I felt really good on this section, and despite being generally uphill, I was surprised at the pace I was maintaining. When would it go wrong?? I passed a few more runners and then near CP3 (somewhere around the marathon mark) I caught up with a lad called Ben. It’s about 8km, generally downhill to Hawes, but my legs were feeling a bit heavy and my feet clumsy. Ben kept me going and confirmed my thoughts that we could make it back under 6 hours (more on that later). We had a good chat for that last hour, although I slowed on the descent to Hawes and let him stay a few meters ahead after I took bad line through a bog. The fog had cleared somewhat, and it had warmed a few degrees, so I took my mitts off and clipped them to a carabiner on my pack (they were wet inside as I didn’t dry my hands properly before putting them on at Horton). Once on the main street in Hawes, Ben ran a little ahead of my and deservedly finished before. After dodging people enjoying the high street and heading up the steps into the Market Hall I was done. A young lad offered me a brew and I said I needed a few minutes but might have one later, and to his credit he came and sought me out amongst the tired finishers 10 minutes later to make sure I got a cup of tea. A brew has never tasted so good – thanks Alfie!

Descent from Pen-y-Ghent : Photo Courtesy of Race Organisers

Charlotte and Norah were there to meet me, and Norah shared the pizza slices that had been put on for runners. Seeing them through the day had been a real boost, so thanks to my support team! They spent the day making sure they’d be in time to see me and were probably colder as at least running kept me warm! Despite only setting off an hour earlier, the first few 70km finishers were in, and one was just leaving for the optional 30km extension to complete the 100km. I was lucky to finish in the light, but I knew it would be dark long before he was back (I was carrying two headtorches but didn’t want the faff of having to fig one out if I was behind schedule). We stopped at the grocers on the walk back to the hostel for a few local beers before a much-welcome shower and pizza for dinner.

Performance – my only benchmark was the Heights Ultra Trail 50k in July this year, which I finished in a surprising 6:02. I didn’t think I was as fit for the PYG Ultra, my extensor tendon had been bothering me, and there was an extra 300m of ascent, so I expected to finish in about 7 hours. That’s why, when sub-6 seemed possible, I was delighted. In hindsight, most of the PYGU is on hard-packed trails with very little bog, which must have made up a lot of time. I finished in 5:51:53 and 11th out of 55 finishers. That’s way better than I expected, although I’ll always find something to knock myself down about (i.e., not as good as the 10th position I had until the results were updated a few days later). 

Fuelling – I got this spot on. One of my big fears on long runs is stomach issues, as I have had them in the past. I’ve found my stomach is OK with fairly natural foods and simple carbs so stuck to fruit and nut bars when I started running half marathons, but I tire of sweet food on longer runs. I got a bout of nausea on the last leg of the Heights Ultra Trail which stopped me eating, so really didn’t want a repeat of that. On the day of the PYGU I had one cashew bar, jelly babies, malt loaf, pretzels and dates, with a couple of pre-emptive salt tablets and 1 to 1.5 litres of water. No stomach issues, no real dehydration and no energy lulls.

Recovery – my legs weren’t trashed, and I managed to climb up and down from my top bunk for a bit of extra vert. For a couple of days afterwards my quads protested at any attempt to come downstairs, but what actually stopped me doing any exercise the following week was a stinking cold and a lot to do at work. By the following Saturday I felt well enough to ride down to the climbing wall and back.

Too Tired to keep eyes open! But the smile says it all!

Overall, a great race and a performance I’m happy with. I’m planning to do some of Ranger Ultras’ other events, as they did such a good job on this one. One of their races actually starts in Marsden (although registration is in Edale).

Oh, and back to that photo in the hostel. Some photos are taken from an angle to make them look more impressive, but I actually think Pen Y Ghent looked even more imposing in real life!

Race date: 9th Oct 2021

Author: Gavin Pittman | Instagram: Ginger.Yeti.Runner

Race: Lakes in a Day

The race in my happy place and my first blog.

With Fellow Marsden Racer Team Mate, Jon Edwards

The race started with the usual anxiety – packing my race vest. Which vest? Which bottles? Poles or no poles? Do I have all the minimum kit? Which shoes to wear? Shall I change shoes in Ambleside?

I packed my Osprey 6ltr pack and put in my hard flasks. I drink a lot of water so wanted the extra capacity. It turns out these rubbed on my ribcage. Also, the minimum kit filled the pack so I found would need a waist pack just for food. I was not happy or comfortable with this set up so I got my OMM 25-liter phantom pack out, that I used on the spine challenger, and packed that.

The vest was too big for the race but as I have no in-between size I decided larger was better as everything fits with ease so that decision was made. 

Poles? The race has 3 large climbs and a lot of undulating trails and fell so if I take them I can put some of the work into my upper body to save the legs.

Down to the hard decision now – one I’d been screwing over for ages. What shoe or shoes? I’d narrowed it down to 3 pairs: Mudclaws, Mutants and Cyklons. They say it’s a race of 2 halves – first on the high fells, then second on low, level, muddy trails. So, after talking to my coach, friends who have run the race, and a last minute phone call with Sinead, I decided take them all and dwell on it on the drive up. 

The drive to Cartmel was straightforward, no traffic problems, arrived and got a spot right were the race finishes. I found a nearby cafe for a brew and to wait for Richard and Neil who were my lift to Caldeck. 

While sat, I dwelled on shoes and meeting new people – I get very anxious and nervous. I need not have been as I already knew Neil and Richard and his wife were great, we instantly hit it off and had a good laugh. 

Then it was time to go Caldbeck – last chance on shoes then we’d be off. I went with La Sportiva Mutants for the first half with option to change to Cyklons (also La Sprtiva) at Ambleside. Cushion over grip! 

We arrived at the Oddfellows arms, which is bang on the start line, checked into the rooms (which were spot) on and went straight down for tea. The food was also spot on, we had a great laugh and I got some last minute route advice. Steve Randal, a race veteran, gave me some tips regarding the Fairfield decent and the ‘left side of the wall’ vs ‘right side’ debate. Then off to bed. 

Could I sleep? Could I hell.

The room was like an oven and the crew arrived early to put the start line together right outside my window. So rather than stare at the ceiling I decided to do something productive. I got up, sorted all my kit for registration, and my drop bags to go Ambleside and Cartmel. By this time I could walk to the village hall to get my tracker fitted and then back for breakfast. 

Before the Race

I couldn’t eat much. I’d become very nervous, which is not like me near to a race. With 30 minutes to go I went outside to cool down a bit and got chatting to other runners while everyone was sorting kit out and getting ready. This is when I started second guessing all my decisions and began changing my clothes outside the pub. Everyone was wearing coats, hats, gloves and leggings which made me concerned I’d underdressed. As a compromise I put my long-sleeve on in case it was cold up top. 

Then it was over to the start line where I positioned myself roughly in the front third. I looked to my right and found myself right next to Nicky Spinks. I suddenly went like a little school boy and couldn’t talk which is not like me. Damien hall was stood up front and I remember thinking how smart it was starting a race with such an elite calibre of runners.

3.2.1. The race started off we go.

Start to Threlkeld

The route out of Caldbeck was lined with supporters, family and runners clapping, cheering and ringing cow bells. Straight away I had to slow a little. I checked my speed and heart rate – both too high so I eased up and found a comfortable rhythm. My coach Howard has taught me to run my own race and not get caught up chasing people, especially so early on… so I let them go. 

Halls Fell Descent to Threlkeld

After a couple miles we start climbing. I believe to High Pike. Again I look to my side and I’m running with Nicky and again I couldn’t muster up the courage to say ‘Hi’. I could only stare. Lord knows what she thought. 

It was soon poles out, head down and time to start climbing. This section of the race is open route. I’d heard stories of runners going all over the place but thankfully everyone stayed in a line, all on the same trod. I imagine over the years a good line has emerged and everyone uses that so I followed suit. 

Once over the top, you have a quite steep but fun decent to the river crossing where I managed to pick up a few places. The river crossing was straightforward – there hadn’t been much rain so it was only about thigh deep. 

Once over the river you start the long drag up to Blencathra summit. The fog came in here as we climbed and came very thick. I made steady progress past a few runners and was maintaining a good pace. Not too fast as my plan was to run the 2nd half quicker to avoid burnout early. The visibility became very poor  to the point I could only see a few feet. But as we got higher up we could hear a faint cowbell ringing. A few of us followed the noise and soon enough we’d reached the top of Blencathra. 

From here a wet Halls Fell Ridge awaited. I decided to stop and put my poles away as the ridge required 4 points of contact on the rocks. It was at this point Nicky ran over the edge and that was the last time I saw her (she finished I believe in 11hr7min which is incredible I think we can all agree). 

A group of about ten of us were on the ridge together; all taking different lines, all slipping, all trying to go down too fast. I was trying to correct a mistake I made and slipped on a patch of wet grass. I nearly slid straight off the ridge. The lad in front dove to grab me but couldn’t reach. Thankfully I managed to stop myself just short of a 20 foot drop. Definitely one of my worst moments running. I accepted in those short seconds that I was going over the edge and it left me a little shaken. Shortly after a decent trod appeared and mercifully the fog thinned out. This was a good time to get some more food in and pick up the pace. The descent ended across a couple of farmer’s fields and into Threlkeld. 

Elapsed time: 2hr30min.

I wasn’t planning on stopping here other than to fill my flasks up (I had all the food I needed). However, with a shoe full of stones thanks to the descent, I decided to sort the issue before it caused problems. In the past neglected small issues like this only for them to become bigger issues later on. My friend Nige was on the water station, he filled my flasks and off I went. Probably around 3 minutes in and out. A nice fast pit stop.

Threlkeld to Ambleside

As we left the CP, there was a large crowd cheering runners on the way out of the village. I slowed up to get a good feed in me as I knew Clough Head was coming along in the next 2/3 miles. I was passed by a few runners along the road and again had to remind myself it’s a long day and to run my own race. 

We soon got off the road and started the climb up Clough Head. My decision to eat before stood me in good stead. I felt strong and made good progress up what, to me, was the hardest climb of the day. I made up the places I’d lost on the road until a large group of us began forming on the climb. We started to go back into the fog – the trod kinking left and climbing again. A couple lads stopped in front and questioned the route until I assured them this was correct (not often I get to give nav advice!).  

After a misty slog we reached Clough Head and began a welcomed decent. The fog was very thick – runners would appear then disappear constantly. I was part of a group of at about 14/15 runners, which must have been a nightmare for dot watchers. 

The route along here differs from the Bob Graham, which hits all the tops. In LIAD the route skims past them, slightly lower. However, I missed a right turn and went up to Great Dodd unnecessarily but I don’t think it cost me much time. 

On the decent from Great Dodd I past a couple of lads – one suffering with bad cramps. I remember the gut wrenching screams when he got one. Thankfully he had a friend with him so there was no need to offer help.

Between Raise and Whiteside it started raining and the wind picked up quite a bit. Runners were stopping to put coats, hats and gloves on. I felt warm so I kept going. Although there was wind and rain is was still rather mild. 

Ascending Lowerman there was a large friendly group of American hikers and soon after I passed them after another short accent until I reached Helvellyn – the highest point of the race. From this point the terrain becomes quite rocky yet runnable, just as long as you are careful. Myself and the runners round me all picked up the pace. We passed Nethermost Pike and begin the grim slippery staircase decent off Dollywagon down towards Grisdale tarn. Runners were falling all over the place, all trying different lines, none of them working any better than the others. Thankfully we finally reached the tarn. I stopped and filled both my flasks as I was unsure if I would get another chance between here and Ambleside (I’d not recced past this point). The other side of the tarn was a fun muddy track and had quite a lot of supporters on route which was a welcome boost. The track kinked sharp left and I thought this must be the start of Fairfield. Everyone had told me how awful it was and all I can say is they were correct. Pardon the language but it is one bastard of a climb!!! There must have been 20 of us in a line like ants – heads down, in complete silence, other than the cramping chap screaming his way up (how he was still going I’ll never know).  The zigzag trail and loose scree made it very draining even with poles. To cap it off, as we climbed the weather was becoming worse again. Once you reach the top of Fairfield and start the decent you’re faced with very sharp slick rock then very muddy trail. Throw in the odd short sharp accent that carried on for a mile or so you’ve got one of the most technical but fun sections of the route. 

I remember thinking we must be approaching the ‘left side/right side’ section that divides all the runners. It was also the first time in the day I didn’t want any food but I forced it down with plenty of water. Conversations with my coach stuck in my head regarding fuelling which kept me disciplined. Before I’d finished eating we hit the ‘left side/right side’ where I decided to follow the chap in front. We were on the left side of the wall, which was very technical but were soon past it. No idea what all the fuss is about. 

Then to what I was told was a 10 foot drop. In fairness it was a good drop as well. I threw my poles off the edge and sort of ‘fell with style down’ the rock face. As I picked my poles up I cramped above the knee. A quick stretch thankfully sorted it out (phew!). 

At this stage there was only 3 of us in the group. The larger group had bolted some time ago. The decent continued very muddy still great fun. I was starting to pick up the pace and I soon saw Ambleside in the distance as we dipped out of the fog. There were a few stiles and gates along this section which the hikers and supporters were very kind holding open, letting us past so we didn’t need to stop. The trail soon finishes and we were back on road for a short stretch to the Ambleside CP. At this stage I begin planning what I need to do at the checkpoint to ensure a quick transition. I want to be in and out sharpish. My coach and I discussed this a lot. Have everything organised, ready to go – no messing about! 

I get to the centre of Ambleside which was busy, with loads cheering us on and the arrows pointing to the CP. The road was lined with folk and I remember seeing my friend Dan North and nearly started crying. I’m a pretty emotional guy and seeing a friendly face after 29 miles in the hills got to me. 

Mask on and into the CP! Here we go. Sit down (my shoe bag was brought to me), old shoes and socks off, new ones on. Cyklons have the BOA lacing system so no tying laces which was great and allowed me to eat while at the same time. I decide to change out of the long-sleeve to a regular t-shirt as its humid in these lower sections. Two new food packs packed for the next two legs loaded then over to the nice ladies who offer me a bowl of pasta and pizza. As I’m all about efficiency I ripped the pizza up into the pasta and ate it while walking out of the CP. In and out under 8 minutes i reckon! To make it clear just how beneficial efficient checkpoints can I be, I probably passed over 20 runners in there. Once back outside past all the supporters were loud as hell and very excited. With this support, and knowing the hardest part of the day was behind me, I felt great!

Elapsed time: 7 hour 48min

Ambleside to Finsthwaite

For me, this is where I would start really racing. My plan was to go easy over the tops then up my pace once past Ambleside and see how long I could push for. There were still hills ahead, but nothing like what we had done. As I set off along road then bridleway I kept the pace steady while I digested my pizza-pasta concoction. A few runners overtook me but once I felt like the food had settled I upped the pace. I felt comfortable and my legs were still nice and loose. The terrain was brilliant, my favourite to run on – muddy, undulating woodland. I was in my element and the miles started to fly by. I kept to plan, eating little and often – every 30 minutes. It was very humid in the enclosed woods and valleys and I began to feel increasingly thirsty. To remedy this, every time I passed a stream I’d neck a flask and refill it. Thankfully freshwater was everywhere!

The trail wound its way round to Lake Windermere. In fact, the trail was in Windermere – about knee-deep at times. It was class. It was also cold and I was warm which helped. I enjoyed that section of the trail other than the connecting wooden bridges which were very slippery. Along this section, I regained some if not all of the positions I’d lost on the way out of the CP. Many of the runners had begun to slow up at the point. It was also becoming dark very quickly, especially in the woods. Soon enough I got a little off track before a runner behind me pointed me back on course. Before the race, I’d planned to be at the final CP before it became dark but that was time to stop and admit I wouldn’t make CP3 in daylight. Time to stick the torch on. 

There was a marshal in the middle of the woods so I asked her how long to the CP. She said it was about 15/20 min. Here I got a little annoyed as based on mileage I should be there by now. That meant the race was going to be longer than 50 miles! The trail went back to bridleway and farmers’ fields and before long I was in Finsthwaite.

Elapsed time: 11hour 14 min. 

I have to say all the staff at all the CPs were amazing. They could not do more for you! They offered me a cup of soup but I didn’t plan on hanging about so I asked for it half filled with cold water. I threw it back like a shot and got a clump of crusty bread. Outside flasks were filled and away I went. 7 miles to go!!!! 

The last leg to Cartmel

The final leg starts across a field, through a small gate and back into the woods. I passed a few runners walking their way out of the CP. The trail was a very nice gravel track, slightly undulating. It then followed a very long winding descent to Newby Bridge which was brilliant fun in the dark. As I passed a pub there were a few folk outside cheering us on. Once I’m passed I listened out for them cheering again to see how close behind the next runners are. I’m full race mode now and happy to burn out at this stage so close to the end. My lead on those behind was around 30 seconds. 

We had to cross a busy road onto a quieter side road for a short while then back onto trail. This was the foggiest stage of the day. Even worse than the high fells. I couldn’t see a few feet in front and my torch beam bounced off the fog and made thing worse. Behind though I could see a torch light gaining on me. I was counting the miles down, breaking it into small mini races in my head but looking for way markers was very hard! When I hit a downhill I’d run as hard as I could then fast-hike the uphills. I couldn’t see how long any of these sections were as visibility was so poor but my strategy allowed me to catch up to two runners in front who kindly moved aside as they were walking. I was very grateful as I was on a mission……..and then I got lost! 

I’d gone wrong in the fog. How I don’t know but I resorted to the map function on my watch. It meant going through some bramble, over a wooden fence then a drystone wall to get back on course. In hindsight it didn’t cost me much time but I could have done without it at such a late stage in a race. 

The track became road again and I was looking back for torch lights so much I ran into a wall running alongside the road. I saw an elderly couple stood at the end of their driveway. They were clapping and the lady said ‘One mile left its all downhill.’ I said ‘Is it really?’ She laughed and gave me the confirmation I needed. 

Foot down, running as hard as I can now, for the first time in the day, I passed the racecourse and sped into Cartmel village. I hear a loud cheer and my name being shouted. It was Neil Hill and his family. This was both amazing and sad at the same time. I’m about to finish but Neil being here means he has DNF’d. I was gutted for him. He ran with me along the last two short roads before I turned into the priory school yard over the line race. Done.

Final time: 13 hours 15 minutes.

Over the line every runner goes through a range of emotions, whether it be a park run or the 268 mile Spine Race. It means so much you have conquered your “Everest”. This time I felt extremely calm. I usually cry a bit. After the Spine Challenger it was pure relief – I was in so much pain and severely dehydrated. This time I had just run the most controlled race I’ve ever done. I ate when I had to eat, drank when thirsty, got kit spot on and looked after issues when they arrived. A quick shower then the best post-race meal of bangers and mash I’ve ever had. I was going to sleep in my car but I was so full of adrenaline I drove hour and half home – stupid idea but I got home sound!

I have to say, Lakes in a Day was without any doubt the best supported race I’ve ever been involved in. 

So the big question is, ‘could I have gone faster?’ On the day, no. That was everything I had without risking burning out early on! Talking to my coach after the race, Howard reminded me of the Kentmere Horseshoe and the Abrahams Tea Round I did between the Spine and LIAD. For each of these runs/races I had a taper week and a rest week. This means there were 4 weeks off-plan between June and October. This made me consider what the difference could be if I were to put everything into one goal rather than wanting to do it all. It’s very hard when you love what you do! 

What’s next? I have an ultra-marathon on the 6th of November. The 64 mile White Rose Ultra on my doorstep. The plan is then to just tick over until January (being a butcher December is very busy). The start of Jan is the start of a 6 month training block for a Bob Graham Round attempt. Any racing in between will be goal-specific races which means no need to taper or rest as they are part of the training for the BG. I intend on being in the shape of my life for the BG. I believe with my dedication and work ethic as well as my coach’s experience and support the skies the limit!

Pennine barrier by GB Ultras 12th June 2021 race report. 

by Christine Mitchell

Pen-y-ghent

So I was up bright and early at 3.45 am for a 1 ½ hour drive to Malham showground and arrived at 6.00. 

After a short queue to register and the obligatory portaloo stop I was ready to set off. 

Armed with my map, compass (those of you who know me well will know these are just for show) and OS app on my phone I was still secretly hoping I would have someone to follow on the sections I didn’t know. (As it turned out I did and only needed to look at the route on my OS app once to check I was heading in the right direction on the way back towards Janets Foss)

A hot day was forecast, however it was very cold at the start and I donned my jacket and gloves (much to the amusement of some of my fellow Marsden racers when they saw the photos of me dressed for a run in the arctic on what was one of the hottest days of the year) 

Anyhow the coat and gloves came off eventually and I headed up on the first big climb of the day which included the steps up to Malham cove (apparently there are 400 of them) and into some of the most beautiful scenery that Yorkshire has to offer.  Here I caught up with Emily another Marsden racer.  (Or rather she caught up with me).  We had a bit of natter and she was then off ahead of me and I next saw her at the finish. Well done on a great run Emily.

Malham tarn is next but before you get there you have to do a couple of miles out and back on tarmac and I guess this is to make it up to 50 miles. This should have been an easy bit however there was a massive head wind and I hardly felt to be moving at this point.

Then for a nice easy section around the tarn and down through a pretty wood.

It was not long before I was off up and over another rather big hill (fountains fell) and Penyghent appeared.  A foreboding site in the distance.

A short stop at CP 1 before tackling the first of the three peaks

The ascent of Penyghent wasn’t too bad, my legs were still feeling fresh and the crowds hadn’t yet come out and I was soon up and over and on a good runnable section across to checkpoint 2 at Ribblehead  (just before the very impressive viaduct. ) 

Christine climbing Pen-y-Ghent in 2021 Pennine Barrier

On the run across to Whernside I somehow picked up a young man walking the peaks who decided he wanted to run with me for a bit and play me rap songs on his phone. (A bit surreal rapping on the peaks)

As always it was a slog up Whernside and the crowds had well and truly come out now.  There followed a lot of “excuse me please” and good natured banter and support from charity walkers and tourists. 

Then there is the quad bashing descent of Whernside and the legs were feeling a little bit wobbly when I hit the little tarmac section over to checkpoint 3 at the hill inn just below Ingleborough.

On the descent I joined a fellow PB runner and we stayed together the rest of the way.  I ended up knowing a lot about her except her name and it was good to have some company.

I would have stopped for an ice cream at the farm shop but there was a big queue and I felt I was going well and wanted to keep up the momentum (and stay with my new friend)

Ingleborough was a tough climb on tiring legs at roughly 30 miles in.

There then comes another slog of about 6 miles down to Horton in Ribblesdale with very few easily runnable sections (well for me anyway, but my new friend and I kept each other going)

After a short stop at CP 4 in Horton to get the stones out of my shoes and have something to eat it was off through the village and to start the climb ¾ of the way back up Penyghent.  (This bit seemed never ending)

Then it’s back the way we came for a good few miles and back over the big hills but I now felt I was on the homeward stretch.

With Fellow Marsden Racer, Jaime while training for the Cleveland Way

Past the picturesque Janets Foss (even I was almost tempted to have a dip) and only roughly 1 ½ easy miles back to the finish (well as easy as it can feel after 50 tough miles) 

I finished in 13hr and 2 minutes and was 16th female out of 45. I am pretty pleased with this (oh and I was also the oldest)

I treated myself to a Macdonalds on the 1 ½ hr drive home and it was gone in seconds.

I arrived back home at 9.30pm (17hrs after I had set off) tired but happy.  I had a quick shower and put my feet up with a cold beer.

The Pennine barrier is a beautiful and tough 50 miler. The weather was hot and sunny with clear blue skies which meant that I got the stunning views (and a classic runners tan) and I had a great day out

The only downside to the day was that  I should have been running it with my mate Jaime Mclaughlin as a last training run before our attempt on the full Cleveland Way and she was unfortunately injured (Jaime you would have loved it.)

GB ultras put on a great event and the volunteers and checkpoints are second to none.

If you get one race on your bucket list let it be this one (I’m even considering the PB 100 next year.)