Post by andywg on Oct 24, 2012 20:55:28 GMT
Part 1 - Preparation
As many of you who are unfortunate enough to be exposed to my writings and online presence (or even worse to have faced me in real life) will be aware; this year I took part in Arc2Arch, a challenge to run from the Arc de Triomphe in Paris to Marble Arch in London. This was done to help out a friend I first met online and to raise money for Rethink Mental Health.
As you can probably expect this is going to be a monster of a “race report” and so my plan is to break it down into six parts for you. I have waited so long as I have been so busy with real life: work, study and a relationship have all massively eaten up my time. But as I am in the final stages of revision for Monday’s exam, this is a way to rest my brain for a short while this afternoon.
Initial Training
I like to think I am already a competent runner. I run with a club and have completed a handful of marathons and an ultra so I reckoned I could have a good stab at this. I understood from other ultra runners that the key is to get used to running often. With that in mind, and with the promise of saving money, I decided to save money by ditching my travelcard and running every day from Liverpool St to where I work near Euston. It’s only 2.6 miles but it means constantly running. With the races as well I ended up running every day from 24 June to 7 August, 45 days of running on the trot.
Some days the runs were longer and, after the streak had gone and infused with the Olympic spirit, I even started to run all the way to Stratford.
Enigma
I also wanted to get some more experience beyond 26.2 so booked a 30 miler at Milton Keynes to aid, the Enigma Ultra! Thus, on 7 July 2012 I was to head to Milton Keynes for just over 8 laps of Caldecotte Lake.
Regrettably, the lake was in danger of taking over as the drive there was nothing if not a monsoon. Thank god we were in the afternoon as the marathon in the morning (the event consists of a marathon Saturday morning, an ultra Saturday afternoon and then a marathon Sunday morning – who were these crazy people wanting to run so far in a couple of days, I wondered? Little did I know…).
I was running with another member of the Arc2Arch team from the Run24 the week before and as we waited in the pub before heading out to the start one of the solos from Run24 asked us how we were feeling. Apparently he had got to 100 miles and stopped the week before as he was just prepping up for a big 100 mile race coming up. His thoughts on Arc2Arch were that it would be easy. His optimism was nice, though seeing just how fast he whizzed around the 30 miles made us realise he was in a different league to us!
The race started and we had the initial run into the first lake. The laps were mildly interesting with various point of note; be they the fact you could see the start finish bit for half the lap making you yearn for it, the geese and swans that tried to make the race harder, the wet past your ankles muddy puddle just after the start that meant every lap had wet feet, or the ever increasing numbers of gnats as the evening drew in. Also of note was watching the winner fly past us a number of times (about 3:20 was his time) and there was even someone from Twitter there to wave hello to (hello Naomi!).
I never used to think I would like laps, but in this one I was quite enamoured, possibly because counting up to/down from 8 is nicer than 30 and far less daunting. The pace was gentle and solid. There was a bit of an issue at lap 17 as an injury flared up in my partner and this caused some slowing down around the marathon distance (miles 25 to 28).
After some worries at the start about timeliness and beating the dark (and hopefully not finishing last) we ran in for 6:17:14. And I had no blisters, so a win for my shoe/sock combo (even if the shoes are racing flats designed for nothing over 10k really)
The spinny medals were proper bling and I had a much nicer than my previous ultra experience at the Fairland Valley Spartans 50km (as anyone who remembers my sweary video from during the race will attest). Feeling better about it all I slept well and still managed a little recovery run the next day (after re-carbing on a Chinese takeaway that night).
Kent Challenge 50
My ‘regular’ ultra-partner found the Kent challenge about three weeks before it happened and suddenly I was signed up to what was really a double marathon (52.4 miles for those that hate maths beyond their fingers and toes). This was somewhat daunting and made harder since I had a risk of running a significant part, or even all of it, on my own since the partner was barely able to get out of bed the day before due to illness.
However, by 5:30am we were at the site and just before 6 (so early) the bearded organiser set off a firework from a welly boot and we were on our way. As with the last ultra, there were 8 laps to complete, there were some crazy fast people and there was someone from twitter (hello again Naomi!).
This race was hot, and with each lap being a little over 10k, it was nice that it was a couple of loops with a connecting part. With the aid of the amazing Thanet Road Runners there was never more than 2 miles between water stations. And Jelly Bean corner run by Thanet was glorious with everything ultra runners need from salty crisps, bacon rolls, fresh orange segments to flat full fat coke. Truly a place of wonderment.
Whilst illness was not a problem, a niggly groin injury plagued my charge and I feared the worst when she struggled by mile 14. But it went again. The nice thing about the laps here was a little walk through at which time I could remind all the spectators and anyone else about at that time just how great my fashion was!
At the marathon point some friends popped by to see us and we had a little chin wag. By now it was scorchingly hot out there and really beating down in certain areas. Thankfully we were to meet another member of Arc2Arch, whose bare chest seemed to liven up my running partner no end as she sped for him. Dave was a fantastic laugh and we stayed around the same pace as him for some time whiling away the time with stories of all our running exploits and how we all felt unprepared for the Arc2Arch.
Fatigue and some muscle issues stepped in and at the end of the sixth lap was a long break and cup of tea for Em. A change of socks helped her and we finally got going for the penultimate lap which was tough for Em but she made it to the last lap, which I hoped would be all but celebratory.
But it was to surprise me.
I got to just over 50 miles and I really hit a physical and mental wall. Not only did I drop to a walk, I basically stopped. I couldn’t carry on. All I wanted to do was sit down on the floor and cry. I knew there was less than two miles to go, after having done 50, yet I could not face it. Em talked me around to just getting to Jellybean corner and from there we would do one last little bit of the race.
I was dragged through and then, finally, after 13 hours, 37 minutes and 21 seconds, we arrived back at the start and received our medal and certificates.
We had actually run two whole marathons in one day! For this we were thankful though my body seized a fair amount and by now I had serious chafing on my arse crack. Don’t ask me how, I have no idea, but chafing there was. Emma fared worse and seized up to the point of having to be carried to the car by myself and a fortunately placed rugby player (who pulled out during lap 7 after doing the first 3 barefoot) . She spent most of the car ride laid out on the back seat to rest her legs.
But we had done it, we had managed to run a greater distance than we needed to in any one day (or so we thought) and therefore we were on our way!
The rest of the way
And so my running carried on, yes I ran the day after the double. Not long after I took part in Thunder Run 24 assisting a runners forum team and the amazing Taff as he ran himself into 4th male solo place. I think it came in at about 57km for that 24 hour period, so not too shabby!
Then there was a dinner to meet all the other runners and support staff which was great. Gradually plans were made and we set up transport and the first night’s hotel.
Before I knew it August had come, and then the bank holiday approached. On 22 August 2012 I finished work at 3pm, walked to St Pancras International and boarded the Eurostar on my way to Paris. A bit of a tube and bus journey and I was at the hotel. The next day it would all begin. Day 1 called for 42 miles. I had the route programmed into my Garmin so I could follow it. I had my running partner sorted. I felt as ready as one ever can for this sort of thing.
Shit was about to get serious, and I couldn’t wait to just get started! Obviously I had nerves, this was more than anyone I knew of had managed and once you are in an internet community the extremes are well represented (including down to sub 2:30 marathoners). But I had trained and I reckoned I was in a good place. Tomorrow was the day to find out!
As many of you who are unfortunate enough to be exposed to my writings and online presence (or even worse to have faced me in real life) will be aware; this year I took part in Arc2Arch, a challenge to run from the Arc de Triomphe in Paris to Marble Arch in London. This was done to help out a friend I first met online and to raise money for Rethink Mental Health.
As you can probably expect this is going to be a monster of a “race report” and so my plan is to break it down into six parts for you. I have waited so long as I have been so busy with real life: work, study and a relationship have all massively eaten up my time. But as I am in the final stages of revision for Monday’s exam, this is a way to rest my brain for a short while this afternoon.
Initial Training
I like to think I am already a competent runner. I run with a club and have completed a handful of marathons and an ultra so I reckoned I could have a good stab at this. I understood from other ultra runners that the key is to get used to running often. With that in mind, and with the promise of saving money, I decided to save money by ditching my travelcard and running every day from Liverpool St to where I work near Euston. It’s only 2.6 miles but it means constantly running. With the races as well I ended up running every day from 24 June to 7 August, 45 days of running on the trot.
Some days the runs were longer and, after the streak had gone and infused with the Olympic spirit, I even started to run all the way to Stratford.
Enigma
I also wanted to get some more experience beyond 26.2 so booked a 30 miler at Milton Keynes to aid, the Enigma Ultra! Thus, on 7 July 2012 I was to head to Milton Keynes for just over 8 laps of Caldecotte Lake.
Regrettably, the lake was in danger of taking over as the drive there was nothing if not a monsoon. Thank god we were in the afternoon as the marathon in the morning (the event consists of a marathon Saturday morning, an ultra Saturday afternoon and then a marathon Sunday morning – who were these crazy people wanting to run so far in a couple of days, I wondered? Little did I know…).
I was running with another member of the Arc2Arch team from the Run24 the week before and as we waited in the pub before heading out to the start one of the solos from Run24 asked us how we were feeling. Apparently he had got to 100 miles and stopped the week before as he was just prepping up for a big 100 mile race coming up. His thoughts on Arc2Arch were that it would be easy. His optimism was nice, though seeing just how fast he whizzed around the 30 miles made us realise he was in a different league to us!
The race started and we had the initial run into the first lake. The laps were mildly interesting with various point of note; be they the fact you could see the start finish bit for half the lap making you yearn for it, the geese and swans that tried to make the race harder, the wet past your ankles muddy puddle just after the start that meant every lap had wet feet, or the ever increasing numbers of gnats as the evening drew in. Also of note was watching the winner fly past us a number of times (about 3:20 was his time) and there was even someone from Twitter there to wave hello to (hello Naomi!).
I never used to think I would like laps, but in this one I was quite enamoured, possibly because counting up to/down from 8 is nicer than 30 and far less daunting. The pace was gentle and solid. There was a bit of an issue at lap 17 as an injury flared up in my partner and this caused some slowing down around the marathon distance (miles 25 to 28).
After some worries at the start about timeliness and beating the dark (and hopefully not finishing last) we ran in for 6:17:14. And I had no blisters, so a win for my shoe/sock combo (even if the shoes are racing flats designed for nothing over 10k really)
The spinny medals were proper bling and I had a much nicer than my previous ultra experience at the Fairland Valley Spartans 50km (as anyone who remembers my sweary video from during the race will attest). Feeling better about it all I slept well and still managed a little recovery run the next day (after re-carbing on a Chinese takeaway that night).
Kent Challenge 50
My ‘regular’ ultra-partner found the Kent challenge about three weeks before it happened and suddenly I was signed up to what was really a double marathon (52.4 miles for those that hate maths beyond their fingers and toes). This was somewhat daunting and made harder since I had a risk of running a significant part, or even all of it, on my own since the partner was barely able to get out of bed the day before due to illness.
However, by 5:30am we were at the site and just before 6 (so early) the bearded organiser set off a firework from a welly boot and we were on our way. As with the last ultra, there were 8 laps to complete, there were some crazy fast people and there was someone from twitter (hello again Naomi!).
This race was hot, and with each lap being a little over 10k, it was nice that it was a couple of loops with a connecting part. With the aid of the amazing Thanet Road Runners there was never more than 2 miles between water stations. And Jelly Bean corner run by Thanet was glorious with everything ultra runners need from salty crisps, bacon rolls, fresh orange segments to flat full fat coke. Truly a place of wonderment.
Whilst illness was not a problem, a niggly groin injury plagued my charge and I feared the worst when she struggled by mile 14. But it went again. The nice thing about the laps here was a little walk through at which time I could remind all the spectators and anyone else about at that time just how great my fashion was!
At the marathon point some friends popped by to see us and we had a little chin wag. By now it was scorchingly hot out there and really beating down in certain areas. Thankfully we were to meet another member of Arc2Arch, whose bare chest seemed to liven up my running partner no end as she sped for him. Dave was a fantastic laugh and we stayed around the same pace as him for some time whiling away the time with stories of all our running exploits and how we all felt unprepared for the Arc2Arch.
Fatigue and some muscle issues stepped in and at the end of the sixth lap was a long break and cup of tea for Em. A change of socks helped her and we finally got going for the penultimate lap which was tough for Em but she made it to the last lap, which I hoped would be all but celebratory.
But it was to surprise me.
I got to just over 50 miles and I really hit a physical and mental wall. Not only did I drop to a walk, I basically stopped. I couldn’t carry on. All I wanted to do was sit down on the floor and cry. I knew there was less than two miles to go, after having done 50, yet I could not face it. Em talked me around to just getting to Jellybean corner and from there we would do one last little bit of the race.
I was dragged through and then, finally, after 13 hours, 37 minutes and 21 seconds, we arrived back at the start and received our medal and certificates.
We had actually run two whole marathons in one day! For this we were thankful though my body seized a fair amount and by now I had serious chafing on my arse crack. Don’t ask me how, I have no idea, but chafing there was. Emma fared worse and seized up to the point of having to be carried to the car by myself and a fortunately placed rugby player (who pulled out during lap 7 after doing the first 3 barefoot) . She spent most of the car ride laid out on the back seat to rest her legs.
But we had done it, we had managed to run a greater distance than we needed to in any one day (or so we thought) and therefore we were on our way!
The rest of the way
And so my running carried on, yes I ran the day after the double. Not long after I took part in Thunder Run 24 assisting a runners forum team and the amazing Taff as he ran himself into 4th male solo place. I think it came in at about 57km for that 24 hour period, so not too shabby!
Then there was a dinner to meet all the other runners and support staff which was great. Gradually plans were made and we set up transport and the first night’s hotel.
Before I knew it August had come, and then the bank holiday approached. On 22 August 2012 I finished work at 3pm, walked to St Pancras International and boarded the Eurostar on my way to Paris. A bit of a tube and bus journey and I was at the hotel. The next day it would all begin. Day 1 called for 42 miles. I had the route programmed into my Garmin so I could follow it. I had my running partner sorted. I felt as ready as one ever can for this sort of thing.
Shit was about to get serious, and I couldn’t wait to just get started! Obviously I had nerves, this was more than anyone I knew of had managed and once you are in an internet community the extremes are well represented (including down to sub 2:30 marathoners). But I had trained and I reckoned I was in a good place. Tomorrow was the day to find out!