The Peelers Hike (LDWA)

I remembered to write a blog entry!

To be fair I was given a gentle reminder during this last run.....

The Peelers Hike is a local LDWA event that starts at the Scout HQ in Bury. It offers a long (24 mile) and a short (15 mile) route. I've done the event a few times before and always opt for the long, it's a nice little route really. 

After you do these events you forget about the pain you go through whilst completing them. Runners Amnesia I call it, because thinking back, I now recall being nearly crippled at the end of this event a few years back, as this distance is about the limit of what I can do.

A late start for this event as walkers set off at 0800 but runners (and short route walkers) are held back until 0930. So before 0900 we all converged on the Scout HQ to top up on Tea/coffee and toast (all included in the £8 entry price).

The usual lineup arrived. Albert, Abigail, Tony and Josie, plus Karen, Bob and Rowena. Abigail decided she was only going to play taxi driver today and with some injury to her foot she cried off, back to bed I assume to wallow in some self pity!! ;-)

0930 came and you could feel an air of excitement as everyone converged on the start line ready for the off! When I say 0930, nobody was really checking so it could have been a few minutes earlier. Oh and when I said there was an air of excitement, people may have just been chatting about what they had done the previous day instead of listening to the organisers comments. Oh and when I said everyone, it was everyone except those that were still arriving and hadn't registered. Oh and the start line was just an unorganised mass of people on the pavement outside the building, but they were all ready and raring to set off............Did somebody say go???   Well no, the off too is a little low key as it generally involves the organiser saying something like "well I hope you have a good day and I'll see you all later!"  !?!?!

Anyway, after the intense start, we started fighting through the walkers because I'd been too busy chatting and hadn't strategically positioned myself in front of them. My running partner for the day was Jason, who had turned up about 10 mins before the event started. I tried to tell him to run off and leave me but for some reason he wanted an easy run (and somebody to blame for slowing him down I'll bet).

I didn't think I'd need the route description much, but there were changes to parts of the route I had noted before the event. After we passed Elton reservoir, people were already stopping to change their wardrobe. The day was glorious when I got out of bed but the rain that had been forecast had arrived before the start of the event. Thankfully there wasn't really any breeze with it and it wasn't too heavy.

The fields were muddy, there was no getting away from it but the company was good. Jason and I chatted as the miles past by. Out towards Ainsworth, Lowercroft Reservoir and the 2nd checkpoint at Affetside where there were biscuits and juice. I hadn't started the juice I was carrying so just took a biscuit and carried on. Downhill now and heading towards Hawkshaw, through the woods, where some grippier shoes would have been welcome, and out to Checkpoint 3 and a Tea stop for Jason. I'd forgot my soup cup so just a piece of flapjack for me and then off we went.

The next section was part of a route change. Usually the route continues north on to a track that goes around the valley that Holcombe army base sits in, but today there was shooting on the ranges taking place so the route took us through the public paths that go around the base, out of the way of the ranges, and passes by the old Krypton Factor assault course.

It was at this point we were joined by Jayne. After a few minutes running through the woods it turned out that Jayne knew me. After asking her name, I still had no idea who she was. Anyway, she's been along to orienteering a few times and had friends that followed the same people I run with so I tended to pop up in her facebook feed sometimes. A couple of years back, Josh and I went up to the Pike O'Blisco whilst the 3 Shires fell race was on. I took pictures as we climbed and Jayne was one of the elite, finely toned athletes (stragglers) we passed. We talked as we climbed the route to Peel Tower and the next checkpoint and started talking about this blog. Jayne had read my blog some years back and my post about the 3 Shires fell race had turned up in a google search. She said it was a good read and had remembered it. Now this is the second time that somebody has mentioned that post, the first said that it had inspired them to do the race and try fell running and had never looked back.

Facebook is a funny old place really. Once, running on Winter Hill, somebody caught me up and from behind I heard "Is that Mark?" I turned to see somebody I'd never seen before who it turned out was in my friends list (an FRA forumite). We exchange pleasantries and carried on running. I then asked him "I know you know me from Facebook, but how did you recognise me from behind?". "It was the shape of your head" came the response. Well I now have a complex about the shape of my head that's been with me for years since then.

Anyway, Jayne continued with us for the rest of the run. Some confusion in the route description over the number 10 and the number 19 lamposts had us running down a hill and back up before the route took us over Rossendale golf course (a new part of the route), but eventually I knew where I was and my legs were starting to tire.

The route from here follows the Irwell valley back to Bury taking you along side the Bury to Rawtenstall East Lancashire railway line. By this point I was already covered in mud and I hadn't drank enough. I probably only drank about 750ml of water over the whole event. I know I should drink more but I just forget.

The final section of the route takes you through Nuttall Park and on through Burrs country park before an awful section that takes you through Bury town. I've never fancied the town section so always skip it. By the time I get to this point I'm usually struggling and this time I was getting to my limit and the knee injury I've been nursing (badly) since Xmas was starting to ache. So with a direct route taken we were back at the Scout HQ.

Time to take the weight off my feet and have some nosh. Hotpot, rice pudding and fruit (not together) awaited the finishers. The usual lineup had all finished and were discussing their days and each had seen some issue at some point but all had had a good day.

These LDWA events are great events and make a great training run if you want a long run along a route you would NEVER have come up with by yourself. The price and value for money is second to none and runners are generally always welcome at the challenge events. If you are a regular at these events then consider joining the LDWA, a snip at £13, to show your support and also get yourself a further discount a some events when you pre-enter. It'll pay for itself in no time.

I hope you enjoyed this read and I'll try to write more soon.

Next: Two Crosses (LDWA) - Short route

Catch up

Reading Mark's recent updates has prompted me to write a few things down for no other reason than I do occasionally enjoy looking back over these posts and reminiscing over what we've been up to.

Me and Mark trotting up to Two Lads with the Lostock lot on their mince pie run 2015

I didn't really do many events last year, other things in my life took over. I got the hump with the Ben Nevis race since they spurned my usual advances, it had become a yearly ritual sending my form off on the day they were released - last year would have been my tenth consecutive race. I was a bit upset when I checked the entries ready for booking what has become our annual weekend away in Fort William to discover I hadn't got in.

I mailed the organiser during that week only to receive a somewhat curt response telling me I was on the reserve list; I didn't hear from him again. I doubt they'll miss me being there from now on.

I fancied a go at the Fred Whitton again, it being long enough since the last time I did it for the memories of how punishing it is to have faded. I didn't get into that either! Beginning to feel a bit paranoid I had one last try at entering an event and got in the Etape Du Dales instead which is the weekend after the Fred. So early last year most of my spare time was mainly spent spinning on the turbo trainer and cycling progressively longer routes around Hertfordshire in sometimes dire weather.

A couple of weeks after getting the Etape entry the Fred Whitton organiser mailed me to say they had a place for me if I wanted it! I now had the tough decision over whether to do the Fred, Etape or both. I decided to do the Fred Whitton then see how I felt during the following week.

On the climb in the Causey Pike race. Paul Dobson was hiding with his camera (thanks Paul!)

Thinking back the only fell race I did last year was Causey Pike in March, a great little race from a lovely part of Cumbria. I had a good run but my lack of descending showed; partly from going face first in the long grass coming off the top and also from the state of my legs during the following 3 or 4 days!

Great fun on the descent, this was what destroyed my legs

After the race I rode the loop over Whinlatter and Newlands in the late afternoon sunshine

My Fred Whitton was a bit of a nightmare, I started a bit later than I'd hoped then as I was climbing Kirkstone an ambulance passed with its siren on. Heading down the other side at 40+ mph I had to brake sharply to avoid a cyclist in front who had seen what I hadn't - the now stationary ambulance and marshals in the road, just as I slowed to a crawl my front tyre blew. Some bloke had hit the wall; he was already in the ambulance but his bike was ruined. My rims were red hot as I changed my inner tube and I was now slightly concerned about making the cutoff that I was vaguely aware of. I needn't have worried, though my bottle had now gone (metaphorically) and all the steep descents from then on had me arse-clenching and once or twice actually unclipping and tip-toeing down. I got round anyway, even though I had to walk Honister and most of Wrynose but was spent at the finish - I don't think I drank or ate enough, it was unusually warm if I remember rightly.


 I felt ok during that week so the following Sunday saw me in the Yorkshire Dales for what ended up being a much better ride than the week before. I loved it; though again there were a few descents where I just couldn't descend like I usually do. The road was bad in a few places with road closures but it was a great route overall and showed me a few places in the Dales I hadn't seen before, finishing much stronger than the previous week.


My only other trip to the lakes was with Mark for a trot round the Langdale route towards the end of May. This was a good day out and a nice short break from all the diy I was deeply engrossed in.

Mark just after we left the car

Posing looking over the Scafell range

That was the last time I was in Cumbria. I'm hoping to get up there more often this year since most of the work I've been doing at home is now done (don't tell the wife I said that). Mark's been trying to persuade me to do some of that orienteering thing and in turn I've been trying to get him to do a traverse so I can tag along.

We stayed in a nice part of Scotland towards the end of last year; in the Cairngorms where I hadn't been before. Had a few good runs there and was really pleased to get out with my eldest son plus my eldest daughter's boyfriend who seemed to enjoy themselves and once or twice had me feeling like an old goat trying to keep up!

The boys on their way up Cairngorm mountain

On top of Cairngorm. It was quite cold up there, not somewhere for hanging around too long

So hopefully niggles permitting I'm hoping to do a few more events this year, or at least head up north more than I did last year and spend some time outdoors with friends.

Marmot Dark Mountains 2017

Mist, snow and a cold wind was the theme for this years Marmot Dark Mountains overnight mountain marathon.

After being entered for the event last year, despite my objections, I hated it so much I entered again this year too. The location for this years event was the northern Pennines, near Warcop, an area I have never been in before.

On arrival at the event, the weather was calm with a clear sky. The number of stars visible in the sky was unreal and it spurred me on with the hope of some great stargazing during the event. This wasn't to be!

Before starting the event, all competitors must complete a kit check and have a GPS tracker fitted. Despite only getting my kit ready for the event, an hour before leaving the house I had everything I needed, but Michele (my running partner) seemed to be missing a key item, her sleeping bag!

Michele Sunter

After some searching in the rucksack, Michele rushed off to check her bag. No sleeping bag. After a call home, the sleeping bag was found on the coffee table in the house. Some discussions followed and a chat with the organiser suggested we would be able to set off on the event late if we were able to rendezvous with Abigail who had agreed to drive half way up to meet us. However, Steve Wilson became our saviour on the night as he had brought a spare sleeping bag so we were able to use this for the event. Thanks Steve, crisis avoided.

The start was around 3km away from registration and on arrival at the village hall, as I got off the bus, I couldn't help but notice the lack of stars in the sky. The mist had started to draw in.

We set off on the event at 22:33, with 8 hours on the hills in front of us. The event started off well; we approached the hill and hit the first, second and third controls bang on. The third control, on top of Murton Pike, introduced the cold wind (estimated at around -9 with wind chill) that would be with us on the higher points for most of the night.
Slightly off on the forth control and then a mistake misreading the map. An uncrossable wall on the map followed a stream down a gully but I hadn't noticed the uncrossable boundary until I saw the wall. The only option that remained was to climb up the hill alongside the wall heading for a different control. It was here that the mist started to descend and the visibility started to draw in.
With the fifth control found, I took a moment to review the map before Michele and I headed off.

Michele and her frozen hair

I knew control six (223) would be a difficult one to find. The area around the control didn't really have many features and with the mist drawing in, although the controls had reflective tape on them, it was going to be difficult to find. We headed on a bearing and I started to count my steps. Then lost count, and lost count again, so it became a judgement call guessing how far we had gone.
Stopping on the way to put more clothes on, the cold breeze was beginning to be felt. The featureless landscape did nothing to help reassure you that you were on the right track. Eventually, when I had convinced myself we may have gone too far two other competitors came towards us. After a few words, we all checked the are around where we met and the control was found. It's reassuring to know you were right even though you begin to doubt yourself.
By now, the visibility was felt like it was down to about 10-20m. We headed off on a bearing for High Cup Nick and our seventh control. On the way we found another team that were off course looking for the same control. I knew we weren't far off and we headed into the control together.
On leaving control seven, we looked for a path. We found something that may have resembled a path but by this point it had been snowing for a bit and the ground was starting to lose some of its features. By the time we reached control eight the mist, wind and constant white dots now appearing in front of my face started to get at me.

Which cairn??

The route onward to control nine saw me constantly checking my compass and scanning for a cairn I'd plannined to use as an attack point. Eventually, the cairn appeared and we took a bearing to the control (shelter). We searched for what seemed like 15 minutes before returning to the cairn to try again. After a second attempt with no luck we gave up on the control and headed off for the next control. After the event I examined the GPS trace only to realise I was taking my bearing from the wrong cairn.

Right now the night had started to take it's toll. I'm not sure exactly what made my mind up. The mist and cold? The constant map checking and compass checking? The ache I had started to get from a knee injury I've had since Xmas but I'd already considered retiring and now I convinced myself it was the right thing to do. I discussed it with Michele and we agreed to head back.

The route back went without issue, other than a fence that wasn't mapped trying to confuse me. The temperature on the lower slopes felt almost tropical. By the time we finished I'd started limping as I ran. The knee was starting to ache more and I reassured myself, coming off the hill was the right decision, despite feeling like I'd given up.

Now, a few beers and a few days later, I feel the map/area for the event this year was very technical. With a lack of handrails in places, some of the controls were already difficult for night nav but with the mist, snow and wind included these controls were made even more difficult. I also felt the map was difficult to read in places, only now I have found myself noticing things I should have seen on the night.

That'll do for now and I'll try to ensure the blog gets updated more frequently.


Running buddies!

Steve Wilson

Josie Greenhalgh

Albert Sunter

Tony Marlow

Another year, another Hebden

At the start of the year brings on The Hebden.

I've been struggling with a knee injury since Christmas Eve which may be cartilage related. Visiting the physio the day before the event I was advised that my knee needed some TLC. The Hebden probably wasn't the sort of TLC he meant.

It's usually the first long run of the year, this LDWA organised event is well attended by runners and entries fill up before Xmas. Along with it being a good quality route, it's also a well fed event.

Starting in Mytholmroyd, the event offers 2 routes. A 22 mile and 16 mile route are available with the longer being my preferred option. Both routes follow the same course from up to the 4th checkpoint where the short route then takes a direct track and road back to the start/finish village hall.

Arriving at the event, other friends (Mike, Mark, Matt, Andy, Pete, Darren, Elaine, Josie and Tony) were waiting to set off next to table serving free tea/coffee and toast.

The organised called the competitors to move outside ready to start, however I waited inside the venue as I wanted to start late. The benefit (to me) of this is that I get to use the loo with out a 10 minute queue but also it means I don't head off too fast, trying to keep up with other and burning myself out too soon.

The route takes an anti-clockwise route around Hebden Bridge, passing through Hardcastle Crags, close to Stoodly pike and through Cragg Vale. However, the best part of the route for me is the food.

Start: Tea and Toast

Checkpoint 1: Cake and juice
Checkpoint 2: Jelly Babies and juice
Checkpoint 3: Butties, cake and a nice cup of tea.
Checkpoint 4: Crispy flapjack and Juice
Checkpoint 5: Butties, cake and juice
Finish: Tea, Pork pie and Peas, cake and custard, Mulled wine

I'm not really a mulled wine fan, but I'm up for pretty much most of other food with the exception of the dripping sandwiches.

You have to love an event which has the potential to be calorie neutral.

Finishing this year within just seconds under the 5 hour mark, struggling with cramp, I was happy with my time. I was also happy that i'd burned off 4400 calories over the course of the event, although I'm not quite sure on how many calories I consumed.

A year in review

Blogging hasn't really been top of the list in recent times. We tried to keep it up busy lives leave little time for blogging.

For me, I've been trying to run more and lose weight. I'd hoped to do more next year but a couple of niggly injuries won't go away (it would help if I listened to my physio too and did my exercises). Firstly I got plantar fasciitis, but it's now being overshadowed now buy an ache I get in the hamstring. This later ache comes a little when running but mainly after running when driving and it's really getting on my nerves now. I don't let it stop me getting out but it hits my mojo sometimes and I don't run.

I'm doing less races now. I prefer to just get out with friends for long runs with no pressure. Occasionally I'll enter an event but I'm not always worried about where I finish.

My highlights of 2016....

Strava Summary

Dark Mountains
January saw me enter taking part in the Dark Mountains. I was very nervous about this event as I wasn't sure how I would perform in the vast expanses of the northern Lake District in the dead of night, in freezing temperatures (and a blizzard). My partner had been injured in the months before the event so we started the event taking the view that we'll see how far we get. On the night we scored ok and covered 16 miles. It was a good night out but bloody cold!!

Saunders
This year I entered the Saunders Mountain Marathon with Josh (my son). It was great and he made me really proud. Having only done a couple of days in the lakes in the build up for the event he coped admirably and we finished just outside of the top 10 on Day 1 and a little further down on Day 2. Day 2 was a little harder and I think the consecutive days running took it's toll however, his competitiveness kicked in at the end when he nearly sprinted off and left me to try and pass another team in running in to the finish.

Rab Mountain Marathon
I enjoy the Rab MM because I can compete as an individual. I know I said I prefer to run with company but in an event I hate the thought of me spoiling somebody elses run because I'm having a bad day. If I compete alone, I can only spoil my own day
Over the weekend I managed to finish within the top 20 on both days which gave me the best finishing position I'd ever had. I was totally amazed as on day 2 I nearly jacked in at one point when I hit a bit of a low.

StreetO
I've been doing a little more street orienteering this year too and since loosing a few pounds on the midrift, I think I have become a little more competitive too. This has spurred me on to lose a little more weight now, but only after the Christmas period has finished indulging me with it's excesses ;-)

Parkrun
I have been taking part in the local Parkruns at Haigh Hall. It's a nice route that doesn't involve laps and suits me. The weight loss has seen my 5k time drop from around 17 mins to 24 mins too.

Coming in 2017....
Nothing much planned at the minute as I want to sort out these aches and pains. I'm keep to try and get the weight down and also workout some other muscle groups by doing some circuit training.
Events I know I'll do this coming year include The Hebden, Dark Mountains, Two Crosses, Saunders (with Josh), The RAB (Will have a new name) and possibly the OMM for the first time. I normally help out but I might give it a go next year (Gonna be tough to talk my partner into doing it though as she won't camp!).

Anyway, I'm going to try and post more but don't hold your breath. It's said with the best of intentions but we'll see how it goes.

Mark