Running after the DNF

 Although I was fine with only completing 130/200 miles and calling it a day I did need to prove that I was still able to run. We had a great mini holiday on the Yorkshire coast with a lazy day SUP at Runswick Bay followed by a great pub meal on a very hot day. This was followed by lots of walks along cliffs, sea birds, seals, exploring caves and finally a superb SUP near Flamborough Head with caves, puffins and so many seals.

A trip to Leeds gave me some free ours to fill and a chance to explore some new footpaths. It wasn't about times or pace just getting out there, running and finding enjoyment. I managed almost 20km and about two and a quarter hours. I explored wooded valleys, sculpture trails, Roundhay park and even a village outside the ring road. I had found my mojo.

Next was to find a bit of a challenge. The Montane shop in Lancaster along with Voom have two challenges local to me. I had done the Dunsop Dash and claimed a place on their leaderboard but not yet tackled the Dunsop Dawdle. It's about 40km with some tough climbs and some fearsome boggy bits. I waited for a reasonable day when the forecast was not torrential rain or gales. I decided to start at Parlick as it meant a much shorter drive for me. Driving over I went through a heavy downpour but then it stopped. I used the stiff climb up Startifants Lane and then up Parlick as a warm up. Starting here meant I would meet the worst of the bogs early on so there was no chance of staying dry or clean. Heading towards Totridge a heavy shower came through followed by hail. At least the wind was on my back. Most of the path was not as bad as I feared but at one pond area I tried to stick by the fence and was suddenly in boggy peaty water well above my knees. 

Not today but you get the idea

The hail stopped and I was enjoying myself. I stuck to the zig zags coming off the top and this saved my quads. There were cows with young calves in the fields but they just ignored me and I was soon on the lanes heading to Burnholme bridge. I was running well and happy with the progress I was making. At Burnholme Farm I made a mistake- the footbridge that had been closed appeared open and I took it. Despite a field of deep pasture I was soon in Dunsop Bridge and running past the play area and out to the water works road. I knew the way from here all the way back. BUT.... in taking the bridge I had unintentionally cut off a loop before the village. I only realised this much later. 

The water works road was easy running and the wet path to Whitendale no worse than usual. The climb round Middle Knoll was wet but not too bad and the field down to Brennand Farm was fine. Huge puddles covered the lane at the bottom but my feet were already wet. Ouster Rake is one of the significant climbs but the views were wonderful and the reward was a nice run down to the Trough road. A short section on the road led to Langden Intake. 

The path up Langden Brook always seems to take longer than I expect but the 'castle' came and went smoothly. The river crossings at Fiensdale were not too deep and next came the big climb up to Fiensdale Head. 

Not much running here but a steady power walk. From the col and up to Fairsnape was more runnable and knowing I was near the end spurred me on. The descent and then climb to Parlick is one of my favourite local routes- it's such a lovely swooping line. And suddenly I was back. Elapsed time 5hrs 37 mins. I moved down the slope a big and sat for a well earned rest. Hold on- it should be more then 40km not less? That's when I realised my mistake. Oh well, a good day out none the less. I'll just have to do it again. It made me believe I could do the proper route in a bit over 6hrs as it is about 3.5km more.

The weather looked reasonable for the following Sunday so off I went again. This time from Dunsop Bridge which meant I got the fastest running along the water works road done first. That went well as did the path to Whitendale and even over to Brenand Farm. Going up Ouster Rake seemed tougher but I was still moving OK and enjoyed the run down to the Trough Road and Langden. Then I felt sure I was slowing a little but it might just have been messing in my head. 

From Fiensdale Head I was more convinced that I was slowing and I am sure I struggled to run up to Fairsnape more than on the Wednesday. 

Certainly I didn't run quite so much to Parlick as this time it would not be the end. Turning towards Totridge I started getting stomach cramps- no idea why and it is not usual for me. I plodded on and avoided a swim this time. I tried to ignore the cramp but it would not go away. Eventually a toilet stop improved matters. I arrived at Burnholme Farm amazed to be only 5-10 mins down on Wednesdays time. Here though I had seriously underestimated what was left. I had woken with a stiff left knee but that had vanished. Now it was a sore left hip and glute. It stopped me from running and I bled time badly from here onwards. On the map the path up Hodder Bank Fell looked OK but it seemed to go on forever and the descent I had expected at the other side was more level than downhill. I hit the estate road before Knowlemere Manor and hoped a short run of under 2km would soon see me back. My body refused to respond and I struggled to run. Then I came across blocked stiles and even though I saw the aqueduct I failed to see the path off right. I added a bit extra along a flooded track with more blocked stiles. Eventually I crossed Thorneyholme bridge and reached Puddleducks and the play area. A disappointing 6hrs 28 I could not believe how long the last 3-4km had taken me. Ah well. Twice in a week and the first female to complete the challenge solo and faster than the group that did it. 

I refuelled at the Village Hall tea shop and so contributed to more play area improvements. A wash in the river cleaned me up but a slip bruised my foot.

Monday was meant to be a recovery walk from Abbeystead but we found the Trough road blocked and so spent the night above Chipping before a run/walk around the Parlick and Fairsnape area.

 My foot felt OK but I finished with a sore back? Starting to think I am falling apart.

Hardmoors 200

 This was meant to be an early celebration of my 65th birthday and proof that age is just a number. I did the race 9 years ago and had fun. Could I do it again. Turns out the answer is NO.  If you want the short version then- I was not good enough or fast enough to meet the cut offs on the day. My 3rd ever DNF and my 1st ever being timed out.

Strangely I came to terms with this quite quickly. I do hope it is not a sign of the future etc as I have lots more I still want to do. Some friends asked if it was the heat but I am not at all sure that it was. Usually I quite like the heat and suffer less than others. I have certainly run long races in equally hot weather. 

Happy at the start

It feels like making excuses but both Bob and I had been moaning all week that we had something around us. Bob kept falling asleep and I lacked energy. 

My support crew

We rocked up on Thursday evening and soon met friends. There were only 36 entries so registration etc was very easy on Friday morning. 

Chat with Hem- so pleased he finished

I had plenty of time to chat to Gary and his mates, Hem and also to introduce myself to Dizzy and Laura the other women racing.

On the race start line I felt fine and really ready to run. The first miles along the Humber estuary from Victoria Dock Hull were flat and fast. It was tricky to decide on pace. 

I knew I needed to bank some time on this first day and to run at every opportunity to make sure cut-offs were met. 

Equally I did not want to run so fast I blew up early. The first 8 miles or so seemed easy and even by Brantingham at 17 miles I felt quite good. I topped up water/MF and checked that I had eaten. It was super hot. I made it to South Cave OK but somewhere in the next miles it all started to go pear shaped. My main memory is of just feeling so tired and sleepy. All supporters on the course were wonderful and very generous with their help. I remember sitting on a van step and then at Arras Wold using a chair and being offered melon.

Still happy here

I had nothing left and it was so early in the race. Shortly after crossing the main road I allowed myself a short lie down- I fell alseep. In fact a couple of runners thought I had passed out. I stirred myself and staggered on to Market Weighton where a kind lady gave me an ice lolly. I was still managing some running but nothing like as much as I had hoped. The next 10 miles seemed to take forever and I was walking more and running less. I reached the 40 mile mark in Millington and tried hard to sort myself out. I ate, topped up my water/MF and tried to be cheerful. 

The first climb went OK and then that was it. I was sleepy again. The wonderful grassy Dales that should be so runnable were just impossible. I think in my heart I knew that if I could not run on a big flat grassy path that I was stuffed and my race was over.  I pushed on slowly to Fridaythorpe and then Thixendale. I was cross with myself for feeling so pathetic but there just didn't seem anything I could do. I tried hard and managed to run a whole section into Wharram Percy and even enjoyed the ridge down to the ruins. A brief lie down in the van at the CP didn't really help much and I should have eaten more but I knew Bob and the van would be at Settrington Beacon.  This spurred me on a bit and suddenly there was Chris moving towards me. What a nice surprise. 

In the van my watch and phone were charged whilst I ate soup, bread and drank tea. It would have been good to stop and eat more but I didn't really have time and was now anxious about the cut offs. Others were also arriving at this CP in a poor state and also feeling sick so struggling with food. I collected my poles here.

I set off alone into the night. Down into Wintringham where I ran a bit, then up the other side where I walked. The super super steep bit was as bad as I remembered and I was grateful for the rope handrail. Turning east towards the coast was a small boost as was knowing that there were still a few runners behind me. Eventually I reached Ganton CP at 74 miles. I was desperate to eat but really didn't fancy pizza. I only just made it to the loo before being spectacularly sick. I went for a 10 min lie down and tried to eat some more. I could not spare more time if I was to reach Filey in time. Somewhere behind me Dizzy, Mark and Kole were having the same problems. 

Not long after the CP a heavy downpour forced me to stop and put a waterproof on. I told myself the cool would help and tried hard to this last section of Wolds. I was still sleepy and this caused me to make a few tiny errors but I was still alert enough to put them right. By Muston I knew I would reach Filey in time but I just could not make myself run. The dawn had come and this usually lifts me but not today. I staggered along the prom, up all the steps and toward the CP and our van out on Filey Brigg. 

Late into Filey

88 miles down but not even half way yet. I had time to lie on the bed and sleep but not enough time to really reast and eat enough. Back in  2017 I arrived here at 3.30am and so had lots of time to really sleep and eat before setting out around 6.30 with some hours in the bank. 

This year I struggled to leave the van before the H110 race started at 8am. These runners streamed past me and a few friends shouted encouragement. I was struggling to run even the good bits and we had not reached all the nasty steps of Hayburn Wyke and Boggle Hole. 

Determined to set off along the Cleveland Way

My memories of the next bits are all  a bit muddled. It was super hot again. I kept seeing Mark and Kole then being on my own again. I had not seen Dizzy so assumed she was just behind me somewhere. Two lovely tail runners/ sweepers joined us before Scarborough. They were lovely, encouraging and seemed impressed with my power march but I knew I needed to be running at least some of this and I just couldn't! Mark and I negotiated the high tide diversion at Scarborough but then he jogged off around the headland. The flat prom should be so easy to run and I was upset and frustrated that I just had no energy.

The Calypo

A ice cold Calypo leaving Scarborough helped me feel better but I still couldn't move any faster. Ravenscar took forever to reach and the long drag up to the CP seemed cruel. I tried to eat here but really just managed a few pieces of fruit. I needed to be eating more. I set off with Mark and Kole. Initially I ran a bit but it didn't last. 

Another hot hill

I was resting more and more. A sit down at the top of Robin Hoods Bay, a lie down and I fell asleep again on the way to Whitby.

At Whitby Abbey Mark was sat forcing down potato mash. Some savoury food would have been good although at the time I am sure I would have struggled to get it down. I treated myself to a huge ice cream at the top near the whale bones. Surely the calories in that would help. I tried to run a bit but I know that by the road at Sandsend I was power walking again. Here I passed Dizzy who was also moving very slowly. Bob had planned to meet me here but the parking had been full so he had gone on the Kettleness. It was only a few miles further and so should not have been a big deal. 

I had a bit of a moment sorting out the route in the mine workings but then got a lovely surprise when Chris came out to meet me. I thought he had gone home to Leeds. Turns out he had done but then he had come back with Alice. I sat in the van and tried to eat. Again I needed to eat more but time was not on my side.

Chris agreed to come with me on the next section. He was probably hoping or expecting a bit of a run or at least a jog. What he got was a staggeringly slow walk. I only had 3-4 hours to reach Saltburn and unless I jogged most of the next bits it was just not going to happen. 

Guardian Angels- the sweep team

I had said to Bob that if I got timed out I would just continue 'outside' of the race. For now I tried to set a goal of Saltburn and so completing the coastal section. The steps down to Runswick Bay were a trial but at least the tide was out. The climb up to the top car park and CP were grim. Mark retired here knowing he could not reach Saltburn in time. 

Trashed quads- the steps hurt

Perhaps I should have stopped too but I was really hoping that I would get through on sheer determination and bloody-mindedness. It was lovely being with Chris through the first bit of this second night but I wish he had seen me doing better. 

Port Musgrave and Staithes came and went before the big climb over Boulby hill. 

Big drop to the right

After this the paths to Skinningrove were easier but I had no energy to run. The huge Iron and steel work were incredibly brightly lit and very noisy. I was now stressing that I had messed up by keeping my tracker and that I should have given it in at Runswick Bay. Fortunately Jo who was in charge at Saltburn drove to Skinningrove and was very understanding. We were offered a lift to the vans parked near the Saltburn CP.  I was timed out. In fact even driving there meant I missed the cut off by almost an hour.

Skinningrove lights

I was sad to stop but knew that pushing on was pointless. It was not much fun and although I could have continued just out of the race my body was really in no fit state to do so.  I was never going to catch up the lost time over the NY Moors. We accepted the lift in the car and fell gratefully into the vans to sleep.

I slept well and refuelled on eggs and bread as usual. I felt 'better' but it is easy to feel that when you are not actually asking much of your body. By 9ish we were all up and agreed to move on to Dikes Lane. This should have been Bob's next support point. It as a gorgeous day and we went for a very slow walk up Rosebury Topping. This proved I was better but far from capable of taking on the remaining race miles as I took several sit downs and could not contemplate running. It was a nice family walk. Bob and I stayed there and I lazed whilst he went up Captain Cooks and did another loop walk. In the evening I went back up the first bit of the hill for the sunset. Yes I was recovering but it was all to late- the final cut off in Helmsley was 8pm. It was good to check the trackers and to see that Laura and Hem bot made it. The really star was Gary who actually won!

Gary who went on to win in an awesome time too

It was not to be. I got over it quickly which is sort of pleasing so long as it doesn't mean I have adjusted to the idea that it is acceptable and that more DNFs will follow.  After my Northern Traverse DNF I was in pieces and so upset for weeks.  This time it was not sudden and I had had many miles to get used to the idea that today I was just not good enough for what was being asked. Well over 130 miles banked with lots of climb. Ah well. Time to lick my mental wounds and move on. On to the next race or challenge and fingers crossed. 

Staithes- the writing says it all

The rest of the week was superb and allowed me to celebrate my birthday. SUP at Runswick on a crazy hot day. Parmo (a first for us) in the pub. Walks at Bempton to to see Gannets, Puffins and more. Walks from Flamborough. A quick trip inland to escape the wind for a SUP on a river before the finale- a SUP at Flamborough with caves, arches, stacks, seals, puffins and more. Superb.

A bit different this year

 I have done the iconic Fellsman 11 times already but this year would be different. My youngest brother follows my running and over a year ago I suggested we could do an ultra together. He had done a race with his son but would not really call himself a runner. I found a suitable race on Dartmoor and then he announced he was moving;. to Burnsall.  We discussed various options and decided on The Fellsman. It would be tough but at least it has long cut-offs and would be local to him. There would be time for some training runs but it was not so far in the distant future to allow training to be put off. We managed to arrange several recee runs together- all in pretty poor weather! One so bad we had to/ chose to bail. Our final run together was from Fleet Moss to the end so we covered the new bit and just a bit less than half the course. Simon kept up  with me well over 5 hours and even pushed my pace. Good in some ways but a big unknown to set off on 100km when the furthest you have run is 40km. 

Chilly but dry recee

Fast forward to April and we had a plan. I would get to sleep in a real bed in a house on Friday night. Better than the sports hall floor or our van in a busy race HQ car park. Probably my best sleep ever before this race- partly a good bed and quiet  partly having no pressure except getting Simon round to the finish. We would drive to the start so no bus journey either.  At the finish Amber would be waiting to take us home for a hot shower and bed.  I might not make the prize giving and would not have the Scout supper or breakfast but it seemed a good trade off.

It was difficult to decide what time to register on Friday and when we arrived I was disappointed to see a queue out of the school and onto the lane. At least it was dry and sunny plus I got to talk to some friends. After 10 mins we suddenly moved rapidly but only to find a long snaking queue around the school corridors. More chatting to friends. and Simon wondering what the hell he had got in to. Registration once in the room was quite speedy and we got trackers fitted too. We progressed to the main hall and found kit check was also a slimmed down and speedy affair- 5 random items. Much more sensible. I ran to leave a drop bag in the sports hall just in case and then we were done. 

It was strange not having any Runfurther duties like putting up flags, banners and display boards. I gave Charlotte and Steve their prizes from last year and that was it. Back home we repacked gear and considered our clothing options given the forecast of heat and sun- not something The Fellsman is renowned for.

On Saturday the queue at Ingleton was not so bad and we were soon in the hall finding friends, drinking tea, using the toilet and topping up water. As it was already warm and sunny we moved outside early. I had opted for 3/4s as I hate changing my lower layers later in the race and was already down to a long sleeved base layer. It was going to be HOT. 

After some discussion we had decided to exit the field by the middle rather secret entrance and so avoid the steep uphill and bottle neck gate and also the longer route via the pub car park. On the RO video the start looks quite comical as they tried to herd people to run through the start gantry and then tried to suggest people use the pub exit. Lots of runners running across each other. We escaped the chaos and were soon on the lane out of town.

I always try to reign myself in on this first section. No prizes for being first up Ingleborough, especially if you are then trashed. We let people go and settled into an easy pace mixing jogging and walking. Many had opted for a steady start due to the heat and so I got to chat to Claire a couple of times. We chatted to two local guys who were hoping to set up a group wanting to do longer runs in the Grassington area- perhaps Simon will join if it takes off. On the summit we were met by our neighbours who marshall here. I bet they were enjoying the weather after some grim mornings in the past. 

Louise and some other friends were up there cheering us on. The descent was the usual worry of tripping but at least the rocks were dry and there were fewer 3P charity walkers coming up. We were soon on safe ground and heading for the first CP. Here we met Josie and Dave R out supporting.

Heading up to Whernside I met more friends as we jogged along the lane and walked the steeper bits. I was finding the ups tough and we were not far behind my 2025 times- perhaps too fast? The out and back to the summit meant passing lots of runners on their way up and down and I like the mutual support this brings. Once off the rocky bits the ridge run was lovely. Here and on the drop into Kingsdale I tried to check my inner fell runner speed as Simon was slightly more cautious on the descent. The CP at Yordas Cave meant more friends and a chance to refill water bottles before one of the steepest climbs of the day- Gragareth. This is always a personal struggle and today was not different. Nothing for it but to plod on. I had a strange pain just above the outside edge of my knee and hoped it would disappear. We were only 7 mins down on my 2025 time, oops.

Running along the tops towards Great Coum was a bit drier than usual but still had to odd wet patch- not that it really mattered as our feet were wet from the first bit of the climb out of Kingsdale. We were moving well and making sensible decisions about when to walk. I got a decent line off the top and we were soon at Flinters Gill CP. The run towards Dent starts well but I really dislike the rocky lane descent. The top bit was drier and easier this year but the lower section was still horrid. I was surprised to find we arrived in Dent only a few minutes down on my 2025 time.

We were kit checked which took a few minutes and also made sure we had plenty to eat and drink as well as filling up water bottles. Simon was sweating more than me but the heat was affecting all of us. Usually I have tea and sausage roll here- today it was melon and cheese. We set off on the lanes still munching and ran a little less than I often do but we were still moving well. At some point here we met two Norwegian lads and had a chat. They were faster on the descents but we were faster climbing, especially given our ages which seemed to impress them. 

The track up and around the back of Whernside was HOT and we stopped multiple times to soak our buffs in cold water. It felt a bit odd not turning at the ruin and heading deep down into the valley before Blea Moor. On the new route it took longer to reach the turning than I expected and the slightly gnarly track slowed me. From the turn off there was initially a good grass track but then rough ground as we headed up to the trig and CP. I wonder how long before there is a Fellsman trod? Josie and Dave R reappeared here to cheer us on and Stephanie caught us up having left Julian with an injured knee. Coming off from the trig I decided to stay by the fence to reach the track and so avoid rough ground. It was slightly further but better running. 

Our pace was slowing a bit now and even on the tarmac road we mostly walked to Stonehouse. It was super hot in the valley but we were only 40 mins down on 2025 times. 

I always make sure I stop at this CP and have plenty to eat and drink. This year there was no need to add layers and I could not face pasta. Luckily they had boiled potatoes and lots of fruit. We moved out into the gazebo and took our time before refilling our water bottles. Using their ready prepared Zoom drink was easier than using my MF powder- I hoped I would not regret the change.

Artengill beck is beautiful but always a big ask when you leave the CP. We plodded up and actually gained on some people. I like the out and back to Great Knoutberry- well mainly I love the run back down. It also gives you another chance to see who is just ahead and who is just behind. 

Back at the stile I sent Simon on as I went for a wee. It took me a while to catch him as he crossed the still very boggy ground. We almost dropped too low but soon found the little trod that led us below the fell and on to Redshaw. This CP has a place in my heart having been a marshall there one year. It was nice to see Aimee who has now done 9 years at the CP. I took no hot food this year just banana- can you over dose on these?

The ground to Snaizeholme CP is very boggy and so there was little point in us trying to run. Simon went in deep at one point but I guess the water cooled him. In this section I saw a small green lizard/ newt and several very big frogs. On our way up to the bridleway we met a cyclist out supporting and he lived in Burnsall and so knew Simon. NIce that somebody called his name for once and not mine. Once on the bridleway I usually try to run and have memories of being met by Matt N who 'persuaded' me to run lots of it. This year we settled into  a steady stomp and kept this up all the way to Dodd Fell. The path to the trig and CP took less time than I expected. The run off the back went well and in good weather it was easy to be sure we were on the right line, helped by a couple of other runners who were just ahead. I usually cross the wall at the stream but we found a hole in the wall slightly earlier. It was tricky with the wire fence and we should have ignored it. When we hit the road one guy had turned left and was heading quickly in wrong direction. We shouted him back.  I then missed the tiny trod that saves you dropping to the road before Fleet Moss and so we had a bit of an uphill trudge. 

This CP is definitely a place to refuel and prepare for the rest (the rest of the course that is, not a rest).  This year we were being rerouted yet again and so would avoid the dreaded tarmac and then big climb. We would still have a big climb up to the Hell Gap CP though. We ate and refilled bottles before setting off. Chilly at first along the short road section and then warmer as we dropped into the valley and our bodies got going again. It's a pretty valley and seems very quiet with some interesting looking wild swim spots near the bottom. We helped Bill J here before then leading him slightly astray - unintentionally! He's a good friend and we shared memories of the very cold wet Fellsman where we geared up at Stonehouse and set off together. At the bridge in Marsett runners were adding layers but we decided we would wait until Bob Lane- where we helped another runner with nav. I added my second base layer and my light weight cag and it was not long before I was glad to have done so. Then the gloves came on too. Hells Gap CP is now further north and so it left a bigger chunk before the drop to Cray. We ran a bit but mostly power walked these sections. Anne was waiting for Bill at Cray. We headed inside and got food. I think it was here that I had a very welcome hot chocolate, more potatoes and probably more but that I have forgotten. As always the CP staff would not do enough to help- one cut off my tally and helped me undo knots on my front pouch. It had worked well up until now but as I was now wearing everything I had except my hat- (ie. 2 long sleeve base layers, light cag, primaloft, bigger cag, gloves and shell mitts) I really didn't need it anymore.  I pulled the legs of my 3/4s down and pulled my socks up- it was getting very cold and now the wind got up. 

Despite being tired and the cold we stomped our way up Buckden Pike and were only 10mins slower than I was last year! Amazing and Simon although knackered was doing superbly well. We had spotted the shrouding of cloud some time back but once on the summit realised it was quite misty. It slowed our run along the big flag-stone path and suddenly stiles emerged ahead each time. It was also tricky picking up the line from the war memorial. Our progress to Top Mere was much slower and almost twice the time I took before. I do have memories of Simon shouting Wait! several times as I descended faster and into the mist.  Then we speeded up a bit on the way to Park Rash and arrived amazed to find we were only at minus 75 mins.  Simon was doing so well and I hoped he wasn't hating me or his choices too much.

Park Rash was full of welcome and Jonny and Suzanne popped up here too. It was as if they were tracking us to CPs! Think it was here that I had the chilli, yum. Not so keen on the luminous green juice offering though (that might have been at the previous CP but I cannot remember).  I hoped I was motivating Simon when I said just one more big climb. It is a beast and it doesn't help having the bogs of doom at the bottom. He was still in shorts but did have a warm jacket and gloves on. He might be my little brother but he is a big boy now so I accepted his word that he was warm enough.  It was the flog that we anticipated but we safely naved to the Great Whernside CP and into even worse mist. 

I was now very conscious of being on the ball and making sure that we stayed on course as best we could. I did not want to repeat the wanderings that Mark and I had two years ago.  We were followed by a friend today but it seemed the nav was all down to me. Hey ho. My caution slowed us as did general tiredness.  I kept losing confidence and the path each time we crossed peaty bogs and my watch was not working as expected. Instead of a shake I had to actually turn it on each time to check the line. Still we did emerge onto the big track by the wall in the end. We stomped most of the way to Capplestone Gate rather than running but the end was now in sight. 

Power Rangers at Stonehouse

We found two runners escorting a confused Dart runner off the fell and were now being overtaken every now and again. I found this tough but it wasn't about the race it was getting round as a pair and allowing Simon to complete. We picked up the beacons across the last moor and were soon on the tracks leading back towards Yarnbury. Chris and Kate passed us here with him vowing it was his last ever Fellsman! We plodded on and could soon see the lights at the CP on the lane. A quick stop for food and toilet and we really were on the final bit. 

Simon was shattered but digging deep. He suggested that I ran on but no way was that happening. We marched the best he could along the lane, into Grassington, down to the river and up to the school. Amber was sat in the car waiting. What a heroine- she had been there some time. 

We crossed the finish line together at 3.18am. Brilliant. Simoon looks happy in the photo although he said it doesn't quite sum up how he felt! I don't think he realised how fantastic his event had been. We were only 2hrs 40 down on my 2025 time. He had never run more then 40km before, never through the night, rarely over such terrain. What a star. He was 12th MV50 and should be really proud. 88 runners dropped out for various reasons and that should make him realise that he dug deep and stuck it out. I hope when it all sinks in and his legs and feet recover that he feels it was worth it and is proud of his achievement. He will have learnt a great deal and may now agree that Compeed is not great - I hate the stuff, but he never asked. I will be even more pleased if he in retrospect enjoys it as type two fun and is willing to do another run with me- perhaps a shorter one where we can be more evenly matched and I find his pace pushing me hard. Welcome to long ultra running.

ps. I have now done 12 Fellsmans. Lack of sleep was the biggest issue for recovery this year. Comment from 5th man- 19h, that's great for his first 100k, you should definitely be chuffed with that.