Mad Max Runs

Precisely as I hoped when I’d dreamt of it, I was genuinely revived by that Coke of Dreams, and it wasn’t long before I was once again fully committed to the cause. I wangled myself back into my pack before giving my legs an almighty whack like Usain Bolt in advance of an Olympic final. Sadly, they didn’t deliver Olympic-quality pace, but they didn’t protest any more than they already had been, so I took that as a reasonably good sign. Still, the chimp didn’t seem to give a toss about my commitment, but took great delight in toying with me almost immediately as I realised I was more than a bit chilly having sat outside in a damp t-shirt for so long. As I stopped to dig out my arm sleeves, another runner approached and soon we were on our way towards Pinhaw Beacon. Much to my dismay, my head was having other ideas that looked nothing at all like ‘companionship’ but was instead trying to nestle back into ‘that dark ultra place’. As I worried about my negativity bringing someone else do...

Day 2: Hebden Hey to Lothersdale I had enough things that would threaten to slow me down in this race, so immediately after sending that message to my friends I screwed on my sensible head and announced I’d be going dark. I popped the phone on airplane mode and started up the road into that Great Big Unknown. Day 2…day 2…on repeat in my head like a kid on a road trip constantly asking ‘are we there yet?’ Thankfully I wasn’t asking that question as it’d be soul destroying. But Day 2 suited me just fine. And here I found myself firmly back on track to my original Plan A. In no time at all I was turning back on to the trail and apologising to the jovial ‘Free Sticks’ sign that I’d not be making any contributions today, I had a race to finish. After I summited the short sharp climb, the Engo patches in my left shoe decided to part like the Red Sea and I could feel one of them rolling up under my last two toes. That wasn’t exactly starting as I meant to go on, so a quick bit of admin ...

Torside to Hebden Hey There was little time wasted after that first sock change, when I, Gerry, and another runner headed towards the dam. It didn’t surprise me that it wasn’t long before Gerry got away. As was my plan, I took on food as we crossed, still chewing as we approached the staircase that leads into the little woodland and its photographer asking how we were feeling. I replied around a mouthful: ‘hungry!’ A few other runners were waiting to cross the road, and we darted over to begin the steady climb up the path in the direction of Laddow Rocks. I was feeling comfortable, if a bit pushed by the pace, but pressed on to retain the company. Once we reached the ascent, we paused as each section leveled out to catch our breath and have a little snack. The calories seemed to be burning as much as my asthmatic lungs. We’d play leapfrog all afternoon with a lot of the folks we saw in this section, moving steadily onward until at last the summit was behind us and we rounded the co...

Edale to Torside I’d taken a position nearish the front in solidarity with the effervescent Women Run Ultras massive, whooping and hollering our way through the crowd, a fair few of us slowing once we reached the car park to allow the racing snakes to fire their engines and bomb on ahead.  In direct contrast to last year, I didn’t faff with my pack a bit after the start – I knew everything was in its correct place, and all the straps on my trusty UD 30 had been sensibly rolled and taped up so they weren’t flying about like great yellow tentacles for the duration. I was moving at a steady clip, probably faster than I wanted to be moving from the off, but that’s little surprise; my adrenaline for this moment had been boiling my blood for weeks and all that energy needed to escape somehow. I could feel my dodgy hamstring and glute reminding me of their presence, but I knew that I’d protect them for the duration and was hopeful it was yet another case of me feeling more pain than act...

My account of finally(!!!) finishing my first century, the 2026 Montane Summer Spine Challenger South, 108 miles, will follow in instalments. Herewith the important parts of the lead up. ___ Will you risk it all? When the open door to greatness comes along,  Will you risk it all? Would you take the shot? If it meant the world would see you at the top,  Would you take the shot?* The only thing that was dead cert going into my second attempt at the Montane Summer Spine Challenger South and its taunting 108 miles is that I was committed to risking everything to finish it. I decided well in advance that I’d fight to the bitter end no matter how much it hurt, no matter how slow I was moving, no matter how ill or overheated I was, I’d finish it. If I had to hold myself together with Rock Tape and Fleecy Web (largely the case in the end) I’d finish it. I decided that I’d gladly lose running indefinitely from the inordinate amount of recovery required to finish it. In fact, I was ...