Stability Through Motion

Distance: 31.5 miles approx (measured by currently unreliable Garmin footpod)

From: White Horse, Uffington car park

To: Barbury Fort, near Marlborough then back

Mostly a grey day with drizzle for about an hour, then the sun came out and burned my shoulders AGAIN, grr. The trouble is, after four hours of running, you don’t even notice that kind of thing and forget to put the lotion on – stupid, very very stupid.

I’ve learned that you can have downs but get up again, mentally that is, obviously there are ups and downs on the run because it’s the Ridgeway, and there are hills. Right, so after three hours or so I felt pooped, especially after the drag up from Ogbourne to the top of the Ridges again, and a couple of miles of rutted tracks. But following the downhill over the M4, I really picked up again. Was it to do with the oat biscuits? Simply a matter of fuel and energy? By 28 miles I was okay, but 30 to 31 was tough, and I had to walk the final 300 yards to the car park, slightly uphill.

Stiffer legs than usual when I got out of the car at home, but I managed a couple of fast circuits on a track the next day, proving that the old legs are managing to keep up with me.

. . . I’ll be running 40 miles this September to celebrate an appropriate birthday.

The High Peak 40 race is on September 20th this year, in Buxton. This will be the furthest I’ve ever run in a day, and probably the furthest I will run until I’m 50. This madness is inspired by the great fun I had at Swaledale, running on tracks and through fields in beautiful countryside. It may hurt the quads but it’s a lot more enjoyable than running on dual carriageways in Antwerp! Next year, the plan will be to return to road marathons, and get my times down further, but for now it’s ultra madness.

I’ll be seeing a lot of local footpaths in the coming two months, as I increase my long runs up to 33 miles.

Of course, for some purists, a race isn’t officially an ultra unless it’s 50 miles or over (so twice the marathon distance). But as this route is largely off-road and has 5,000ft of climbing, I think we can be forgiven for calling it an ultra. After all, no one outside the small band of loonie runners even knows or cares how far a marathon is, so who’s counting!