Acorns. National Trust acorns on signs, that I dutifully followed all day. So, I did go wrong pretty badly three times (about 3kms worth) but when I backtracked I could see my mistakes clearly and it was just proof that I am one of the few idiots who can actually go wrong on the NDW.
Blisters. Huge ones that felt like razor blades. One on every toe and underneath the balls of my feet. I burst them with safety pins from my bib on a beautiful bench atop Bluebell Hill (altogether now: I left my bodily fluids, on Bluebell Hill….) and then once again at Detling where the juice squirted into my eye and nearly into the eyes of the brave souls who were expressing concern.
Coke. Never touch the stuff. Except on race day when it is pure nectar and I crave it. I don’t allow myself to have it until after half way because once I start on it I can’t stop. I even had it put in my bottles by the wonderful volunteers at Lenham, which was a first and a dangerous slippery slope, I fear.
Detling. 80 miles in. Muddled memories of a load of lovely people who really cared about me, made me veggie soup, got up close and personal with my disgusting feet and told me that they KNEW I was going to finish my first 100-miler.
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Still smiling (on the outside) at 80 miles |
Evening. My favourite time of the day during this race was when the night was closing in and I was seeing how far I could go using natural light and watching the scenery turn to shadows then to total darkness. This might sound a bit feral but my animal senses kick in and I feel safe and strong running through the woods.
Friends. I caught up with so many friends, old and new. Thanks for the satsuma, smiles and cowbell ringing, Jana. Lovely to meet you at last, Flavien and Goska. Great to see you again, Mari and Sara (Smoothie Mule). Zoe, you get your own letter for saving the day.
Hills. Controversial….but where were the hills?! I found the course so runnable. I absolutely loved it and I can’t believe there was 3,500m of vert. It felt almost flat, apart from The Slope (see ’S’). Coming from training for Ronda dels Cims in Andorra made Box Hill look more like Ant Hill.
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NDW profile -rolling |
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RDC profile -no wonder I started melting down at 80k |
Gels. I think I might be right in saying that I ate 20-30 gels. It’s the most calories I’ve ever managed to get in during a race and my energy levels were really constant. No dark moments. Yuck, though!
Injinji socks. First time I’ve had such bad blisters since I’ve been wearing this brand. Wonder if I need to get bigger shoes for 100s because my feet did really swell up.
James -two people called James in fact. James Ellson for being the most super-cool RD ever (he is even posting the drop bag that I abandoned at Detling in favour of catching a flight to France to me) and James (Jimmy) Smith who entertained me between KP and Wrotham by his inner struggle of wanting to finish but also wanting really badly to drop out and go and have a few pints with his wife Nicole, after a few weeks on the wagon. He finished the race.
Karl Meltzer. My coach who I trust implicitly and who knows exactly what works for me. I was right not to doubt his very conservative training programme for the last 4 weeks. Karl, I can finally join you in saying ‘100 miles is not that far’.
Lenham, where Rob Cowlin and lovely team who treated me like a princess when I pitched up all stinking and fatigued in the middle of the night.
Mari Mauland. We had dinner together the night before and ate exactly the same food -I can recommend the Pizza Express vegan pizza and coconut ice cream if you want to have a good run! What a star she is -I was very happy to share a few miles with her and then to follow in her wake. I hope she smashes the A100 too.
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Mari, Nick and me in matching rucksacks |
Nick Marriage, who I ran with for the first hour or so and who tripped up even earlier in the race than I did. Its not an ultra unless you trip up at least once. 5th place finish for him -nice running.
Old Geezer. As I was running past a row of cottages at about 11pm, an old guy was putting out his bin. He asked me where I was headed to and when I replied ‘Ashford’ he was visibly shocked and said ‘That’s a long way, love’. I couldn’t bear to tell him where I’d started from.
Pain. I entered the pain cave early on, at about 30k. I felt an old enemy niggle in my right knee spark up and the pain built and built all day until I could neither straighten or bend it. The pain was so acute that I just had to gut it out and run through it. It hurt when I stopped, it hurt when walked, it hurt when I ran -so I just ran.
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I wanted this really, really badly! Knee pain, schnee pain. |
Question. How many days until I can enter the SDW 2018? 8 more sleeps? OK then!
Running. I just bloody love running! I’ve done a lot of mountain races (including my DNF at my first attempt at 100-miler in July at Ronda dels Cims) and I conclude that I am a runner foremost and a hiker second. Love the training in the mountains, but covering the ground at a faster pace is so enjoyable. Faster being a relative term, of course.
Slope. To be precise, the teeny tiny little incline just before the entrance to the Julie Rose Stadium that after 103 miles rose up in from of me looking like Coma Pedrosa. I sneakily walked it in the hope that I would gain energy for when everyone was watching as I tried to look like I was running like David Rudisha around the lap of the track.
Tea. The finest cup of tea I have ever drunk. Decaff with soy milk and a veggie sausage sarnie on the side at the finish line, served with a smile -oh my.
Ultrarunning. What an insane 'sport', practiced by an ultra-nice bunch of people. Thanks to my sponsor
dietnperf for believing I can do this crazy stuff.
Volunteers. The best, ever. Friendly, helpful, positive, cheerful, absolutely top. I still can’t believe they filled my bottles for me and tucked gels into my rucksack. Thank you all for giving up your time and for everything you did behind the scenes.
Wrotham. 60 miles in. Got free pants from Tania at Runderwear, who was also relentlessly positive. What’s not to like?
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Wrotham -a cherry tomato and free knickers |
X-ray. In denial, major denial but I think my knee is buggered and I’m probably going to have to go against my usual doctor-dodging philosophy and get it looked at. On my way I home I shambled through Gatwick airport and several people asked me if I was ok. I told them it was self-inflicted. Almost needed wheelchair assistance.
Yummy food. I wish I could risk eating more ‘real food’ on course, but what I did sample was delicious. New potatoes dipped in salt at Botley! Thank you to all the gorgeous girls there.
Zoe Greenfield. My lovely friend who surprised me by being at Knockholt Pound and helped cater for my every need including a mad car dash back to KP to pick up the spare battery for my head torch that I’d left in my drop bag. I needed it too because my Nao+ only lasted 3 hours -phew! And I needed my spare head torch to change the battery on my main head torch. Whose genius idea was to have a spare torch as compulsory kit?
Thank you Centurion! I will be back…if I can ever walk again.
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Thanks to Stuart March for this great photo. |
Lovely official race report
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Link to the Centurion shop for all your compulsory kit and more
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