This race report was supposed to be a follow-up to my successful race at Last One Standing England last June in which I completed 36 laps and felt like the Duracell Bunny – in that I felt like I could have kept going for many more laps if I had had too.
In fact, I was so confident in my ability that I had ignored the race organiser’s comments that Last One Standing Castle Ward was not a course that could be walked as easily as Last One Standing England, and I booked two flights home – one for Monday night and one for Tuesday night in case the race went longer than 52 hours. It turns out that I should have also booked a flight home for Sunday night – or even Sunday morning!
The Last One Standing concept:
The idea of the Last One Standing events is that athletes have 1 hour to complete a 4.17 mile (6.7km) trail loop and be back on the start line for the next lap at the top of the hour. If they don’t finish their lap within the hour, or are not on the start line for the next lap, they are eliminated. The winner is the person who completes the most laps – the Last One standing.
Athletes can go as fast or slow as they want/can, providing that they don’t take more than an hour. It becomes very strategic. Do you go fast and have more time to rest, feed yourself, go to the toilet, etc. Or do you conserve as much energy as possible by going slower, but being careful not to go too slow, and have less rest between laps.
Last One Standing Castle Ward is held in mid-February in Northern Ireland. It gets cold in Northern Ireland in February, and colder at night. This also needs to be taken into consideration when deciding on how long your rest breaks should be. It might be better to keep moving and keep warm, than to rest too long and cool down.
This was my second Last One Standing event and my first winter ultra-distance race – I prefer to avoid cold conditions. Unlike the runners, I wouldn’t get too much choice on how long my rest breaks were. At Last One Standing England my lap times had ranged from 53 to 57 minutes and had averaged 55 ½.
This year’s Last One Standing Castle Ward was on a new course (not that I had competed in previous years) with a new start/finish area outside the ‘Bunkhouse’ in the Castle Ward National Trust property near Strangford in Northern Ireland – about 25 miles from Belfast.
From the start we ran/walked downhill for a few hundred meters before turning right and heading up a long gradual climb into what became a strong and cold headwind during the first night.
At the top of the hill we turned almost 180 degrees and onto the trails through the woods. The trail was mostly single track and with 121 athletes almost everyone was forced to walk many sections of the early laps due to their inability to easily pass those in front of them. This made the first few laps very social and I enjoyed talking to old and new friends as we walked. When the runners could, they would run ahead of me but I would catch them up again when they were forced to walk because of other runners in front of them also walking.
The course seemed to wind its way all over the place – lots of zigging and zagging. After about 1 mile we were back within 200 meters of the Bunkhouse, which made it easy for spectators to watch the start and then walk a couple hundred meters to see us again. And then at about 2 miles we again came within a short distance of the Bunkhouse before heading downhill to the only road section of the course – and the only section where, as a walker, I could really pick up any speed. The road section was only about 500 meters long, but in the later laps I used this to change my muscles and walked at ‘race pace’ usually closing the gap on any runners I could see in front of me.
This took us to about three miles and from there it was mostly up hill through to a short lap of about 300 meters and a final 100 meters slightly downhill to the finish. Overall, it felt like a very long course and being so undulating/hilly (110 meters of up and down hill during each lap), it wasn’t an easy course.
As with Last One Standing England, I spent the first few laps working out what times I needed at different ‘checkpoints’ in order to finish each lap in around 55 minutes. My first lap was too fast at 51:49 but was also very social, talking to other athletes. I decided that the 180 degree turn at about 1 mile would be my first checkpoint and worked out that anything in the mid 13 to high 14 minute range would be an ideal pace for me. The next checkpoint would be at 2 miles when we came off a single track trail and turned left to head downhill. Ideally 25 ½ to 27 ½ minutes would be my target time. As it turned out, on most laps I forgot to check my watch at this checkpoint.
And the third checkpoint would be at the start of the road section – 34 minutes on the first lap, 38 minutes later on. Finally, with roughly 500 meters to go I timed how long it took me to get through the small lap near the finish and through to the finish at the Bunkhouse – 4 minutes on the first lap taking it easy and 3:30 on the second lap walking harder. This would be important to know when/if I started struggling later in the race.
The reason I walk is that I have a long-term impact related ankle injury which makes running uncomfortable (sometimes painful) and unenjoyable, but I figured that if I got to the ‘500 meters to go’ point with less than 3 ½ minutes until the top of the hour, then I could run to the finish if necessary.
121 athletes started the race and for all athletes things went reasonably well through the first few laps. The race started at 12 noon and when darkness fell early on lap 7, all 121 athletes were still in the race. But for me, and many others, the race changed the moment we put our head torches on. 119 athletes finished lap 7, 116 finished lap 8, then 110, then 102.
By the completion of lap 12, 50 miles, there were 87 left. A lap later, 59 athletes remained.
For me, I never really felt good from the start and when darkness arrived my 55 minute laps became high 56’s and 57’s. At 9 hours I had my first Coke in the hope of picking things up, and at 12 hours I had another as well as chocolate. In all my races I try to go at least the first 12 hours without processed sugar, preferring fruit and crisps. In the case of Last One Standing, I expected to be walking for a minimum of 30 hours so didn’t want to be consuming too much sugar too early.
I also switched from listening to podcasts while walking to listening to high tempo music. On courses where I have control over my speed (i.e. courses that are not constantly changing from downhill to uphill to downhill again) I find that high tempo music helps me to keep my cadence up, and therefore keep my speed up. But I quickly realised that the Last One Standing course was not going to give me the opportunity to use music to control my cadence.
Neither the music or the Coke/sugar were helping as must as I hoped. My lap times were holding steady in the mid 57 minute range, but 2 ½ minutes wasn’t enough time to do much other than grab something to eat and drink. I had stones in the bottom of my shoes but no time to empty them. On lap 15 (2am to 3am) I started thinking that I need to get through to daylight (7am) and then my pace would naturally pick up and at that stage I would have time to sort out my shoes.
But lap 16 was my slowest yet. It took me 59 minutes and 43 seconds. I crossed the finish line and walked the 20 meters straight to the start line in time to start the next lap. No time to get any food, and most unfortunately, no time to change my head torch which was almost flat. There were still 34 of us in the race so I turned off my head torch and relied on the light from the other runners’ torches to show me the way. This meant going faster than I had been down the hill from the start and then up the hill into the strong headwind. The benefit of doing this though was that with the faster start I should have a faster overall lap time and hopefully time to change my head torch at the end of lap 17.
As soon as we reached the 180 degree turn at the top of the hill, the runners started running and slowly pulled away from me. I turned my head torch on and focussed on staying upright on the trails which were by now very familiar but not familiar enough to walk without light.
I finished lap 17 in 50 minutes and 51 seconds – 9 seconds to spare!
On both laps 16 and 17 I arrived at my final checkpoint (500 meters to go) with a shade over 4 minutes remaining. I’m so used to walking that I completely forgot that I could try running to ensure I completed the lap in time. Maybe on lap 18.
I started lap 18 in the same way that I started lap 17 – with my head torch turned off and going hard to stay with the remaining runners. When the runners started running at the top of the hill though, I had nothing left. 16 minutes at the 1 mile checkpoint and 32 at 2 miles. My race was effectively over. It was highly unlikely that I would complete the last 2.2 miles in under 28 minutes so I decided to turn off my music and enjoy the quiet of the night during my final half lap.
My lap 18 time – 1 hour and 17 minutes.
My race was over at 75 miles.
The DNF’s and the Last One Standing:
In a Last One Standing race there is only one finisher – the winner – the one that completes more laps than anyone else. Everyone else is a DNF (Did Not Finish).
After getting some sleep I joined some of the other DNF’s inside the Bunkhouse to support the remaining athletes. At 30 hours, 125 miles, there were 8 runners left. By the end of lap 34 there were only 5 runners left – Defending Last One Standing Castle Ward champion, Peter Cromie who completed 48 laps at Last One Standing Florence Court last year and 36 laps at Castle Ward; Richie Hinson, second behind me with 35 laps at Last One Standing England last year; experienced Last One Standing competitors Andy Persson and Sean Nickell; and ‘unknown’ Florian Nattero from France.
They all looked good and we were preparing for a long night of supporting when we heard that Sean was going to drop out upon completing the 36th lap (150 miles). Richie was looking good and then he was looking bad, and then good again. Florian was keeping to himself.
Things changed dramatically at the end of the 36th lap. Only Peter (52 minutes), Andy (54 minutes), and Florian (55 minutes) finished within the one hour time limit. Peter and Andy had their short rests and walked to the start line for lap 37. Florian held back – his race was also over.
Lap 37 saw Peter finish in 51 ½ minutes and Andy finish 45 seconds later. The following lap, Andy finished a few seconds before Peter with both taking 51 ½ minutes. It looked like they were both going to continue for many hours and most of the DNF’s decided to get some sleep. It was 2am after all.
My plan was to sleep for 1 ½ hours then watch them both complete lap 40 at 4am. Instead, I woke up around 6am to find that the race was finished. Andy had started lap 41 but was totally spent and dropped out mid lap. Peter finished lap 41 to learn that he had won an awesome race.
On the flight home I did some analysis of the results, because if I can’t win at winning, I thought maybe I could win at losing.
I discovered that of the 120 DNF’s, only two of us completed a lap in 59 minutes and change and then gone out for another lap. Anne McGrane took 59:39 for lap 7 before being timed out on lap 8, and I completed lap 16 in 59:43 before taking 59:51 for lap 17 and then being timed out on lap 18. So I won first and second place for slowest laps completed and going out for more fun (punishment).
Interestingly, only 33 of the 120 DNF’ers were timed out. The other 87 completed their last lap in under an hour but for various reasons they were unable or unwilling to start the next lap – Although the results don’t show if someone started a lap and didn’t complete that lap, so that probably accounts for some of the 87. Last One Standing is very much a mental game, and whilst the forced rest between laps can be helpful, it can also be mentally difficult to get started again.
I don’t usually race this early in the year as I don’t like the cold, especially overnight. In fact, the last two years I’ve waited until late April before competing in any races, but this year I have the opportunity to compete in the first Belfast to Dublin to Belfast ultra race. This 214 mile, 346km race is organised by Atlas Running, the people who organise Last One Standing Castle Ward (and Florence Court) and co-organise Last One Standing England. It starts at midnight on Wednesday 27th March, and I’ll be on the start line!
I wonder if I can stay awake for 48 hours. Actually, I wonder if I can walk for 48 hours without needing any sleep. This is what I was thinking as I prepared for the 2018 edition of the Royan 48 hour race.
After finishing the 6 jours de France 6 day race in Privas, France six weeks earlier I had decided that my last race of 2018 would be an attempt to walk 200 miles (322km) in 48 hours on the fifth anniversary of my first 24 hour race – the Sri Chinmoy 24 hour race in Auckland, NZ, in 2013. 200 miles is a hell of a long way but if you don’t set big goals, you will never know just how far you can go.
I had never competed in a 48 hour race but had an ‘official’ 48 hour PB of 241.1km from the first 48 hours at Privas this year, and an unofficial PB of 254km which was the distance I walked in 44 hours when circumnavigating the M25 motorway last year.
Based on those results I figured that I should easily be able to walk 290km and if I had a great race, then I thought I could go significantly further.
I had an experienced crew supporting me too, and that would make a big difference. Kathy Crilley, an experienced long-distance race-walker and fellow Privas competitor would be supporting me before and after the 12 hour race that she was doing on the Saturday, and Jim Hanson, supporter of many athletes in many races including Privas, would also be my support crew. There job being to ensure that I lost as little time as possible when it came to eating, changing shoes and clothes, etc, and to give me encouragement when I needed it.
There were 34 runners and 17 walkers entered in the 48 hour race, starting at 10am on the Friday morning, plus another 67 runners and walkers in the 12 and 24 hour races starting on the Saturday.
Our hotel the night before the race was just a couple hundred meters away and after a restless night’s sleep I went into town in the morning to buy some last minute suppliers before going to the stadium to prepare for the race. Because my feet hadn’t fully recovered from Privas I decided to use a combination of tape on my heels and 2Toms Blistershield on the front of my feet, and would wear just a single thing pair of Injinji toe socks rather than the double layer pairs of socks that I often wear in races. I sat in the sun and prepared my feet. It was already starting to warm up but the temperature wasn’t forecast to exceed 25 degrees – a cool day compared to what we had endured in Privas.
The course was interesting, to say the least. Based almost entirely on a 400 meter track with an ash chip surface similar to the one that rips my feet apart every year in Privas, the 1.1km circuit included two 180 degree U turns and three sharp 90 degree turns per lap. The only time we left the track was just before the end of each lap when we walked down a gentle incline, turned a sharp right followed by another sharp right 5 meters later, then up and over the gentle incline again and a sharp left over the timing mats and into the 60 meter stretch of the track that was like a tunnel through a long marquee where all athletes had their food tables. It was not going to be a fast course.
The race started at 10am on the Friday morning. As usual I started near the back and let the runners and some of the faster walkers go ahead of me. At the end of the second lap I was in fifth place amongst the walkers and without increasing my pace it was only a few more laps until I was in second place with three other walkers, including last years 48 hour winner, Dominique Delange, whom I had raced in Dijon in April, and last years 24 hour winner, Gerard Durand, not far behind.
As the race progressed it became clear that a) this was a slow course and any chance of 200 miles was highly unlikely (I passed 50km in 6 hours 47 minutes which was below the pace I thought I would need), and b) the two walkers I needed to concentrate on were Dominique and Gerard.
I reached 70km in 9 hours 47 minutes and had lapped everyone in the field except for Dominique who was about 50 meters ahead of me. My shoes were beginning to fill with grit from the track so I decided to stop to empty them. This was my first stop in the race, and whilst it only took less than 5 minutes, by 80km Dominique had not only caught me but had passed me and put almost 5 minutes on me. I wasn’t feeling great. The 20km from 50 to 70km had taken 3 hours – 9 minutes per kilometre – and I started to let the negative thoughts creep in to my head. Thoughts like “I’m not cut out for these long distances” and “This race is too close to Privas and that is why I am struggling”. It was way too early in the race for negative thoughts, and in an attempt to get me out of my slump I had my first coke and some chocolate at around 10 hours. Much earlier than I would have liked but I needed the sugar boost.
Fortunately, the bad patch didn’t last too long and then it was Dominique’s turn. I noticed that although I wasn’t walking any faster, the gap between myself and Dominique was decreasing with every lap. After walking over the timing mats at the end of each lap the electronic scoreboard would show your name, position and the distance between you and the competitor ahead. Slowly the time between Dominique and myself decreased until I had almost caught him at about 88km, and then a blister on the baby toe of my left foot popped. I have been having trouble with blisters on the small toes of both feet all year. I think they are caused by my shoes having a little less toe room since I got my orthotics, and this is something I am going to need to address over the winter – either larger shoes or a different model. Anyway, I hobbled around to the end of the lap and changed my left shoe for the one that I had cut the front out of at Privas. This meant for the first time in my life I was going to be wearing unmatching shoes. They were both Brooks Adrenaline but how would I account for this in my spreadsheet that records how far I have walked (or run) in every pair of trainers I have owned since 2006? I headed back out onto the track worrying about this and working to close the gap on Dominique again.
I caught Dominique somewhere before the 100km mark (passed in a slow 14 hours 36 minutes – over an hour slower than what I was hoping for) and we began walking together. Dominique is shorter than me and without speaking we quickly worked out that it worked best if he walked behind me rather than in front. Walking side by side wasn’t really possible due to the five tight turns every lap, and given that Dominique didn’t speak English and I didn’t speak French, there was no real need to walk side by side anyway. Walking with me behind him often resulted in my lead foot touching the back of his trailing foot, so we moved into a position whereby I led and he sat right in behind me.
We walked together for over 10 laps before I realised that he had stopped briefly at his food table as we completed a lap. Without looking back I started to increase the pace and between 110 and 120km I managed to lap Dominique, and everyone else in the field, twice. I was feeling good and during the next eight hours I grew my lead as my competitors took breaks and possibly had short sleeps.
At 131km my mental problem with wearing shoes from two different pair was resolved when a blister on the baby toe of my right foot popped and I decided to change my right shoe as well. I also put a folded up sock on top of my left foot to give some additional padding between my foot and the shoelaces as I was feeling some pressure in the top of my foot. Nothing too serious, but enough to make my foot a little uncomfortable.
By around 7am I started calculating whether I would make 100 miles before 24 hours was up. I had 21km to go to get through to 100 miles (161km) and three hours to do so. I was walking 10 to 10 ½ minute laps (9 to 9 ½ minutes per kilometer). 9 minutes per kilometer would mean that I would miss the 24 hour target by about 8 or 9 minutes. I needed to walk 8 ½ minutes per kilometer or faster so started to pick the pace up a bit. The faster I went the better I felt, and by the time the 100 mile mark arrived I was well ahead of schedule, passing 100 miles in about 23 hours and 44 minutes – which was just a couple minutes slower than the time I walked for my first 100 miler five years ago this same weekend. In that race I completed 162.885km in 24 hours and today I completed the 24 hour lap with a distance of 162.554km, just 331 meters short of my very first 24 hour race. To think that I could do that in the first half of a 48 hour race shows just how far I have come in the last five years.
I checked the online results on my phone and was surprised to see that Gerard had now passed Dominique but more importantly, they were 20km and 21km behind me respectively.
I knew it would be highly unlikely that I would achieve my goal of 200 miles, but 300km was well within my reach. Jim mentioned that the race record was 307km and I worked out that 9 minute kilometers would be sufficient to get the record.
I reached 200km in 30 hours and 18 minutes. I was still leading Gerard by exactly 20km and Dominique was a further 13km behind Gerard. If I walked 10 minutes per kilometer I could still go close to the race record. I stopped for a celebratory coke and chocolate bar and that is when the rain started. Not just light rain, but a heavy downpour.
I had been struggling mentally with the pressure of walking 9 minute kilometers on what was becoming an increasingly hard course. My feet were so sore that every one of the five sharp corners per lap was hurting, especially the two U turns. With the rain being forecast to last all afternoon and night I decided that this was my excuse to stop chasing the record and simply concentrate on winning the race. I had a lead of 20km (18 laps) and there was just under 18 hours to go. All I needed to do was walk at a speed no slower than 1km an hours slower than Gerard.
For the rest of the day the rain was extremely heavy and blowing sideways for about 10 minutes at a time. It would then stop and the wind would dry us all out again. And then it would rain again. It took over 5 ½ hours to walk the next 30km. An average speed of slower than 11 minutes per kilometer, and that was without taking any significant breaks! I wasn’t enjoying myself, but I wasn’t not enjoying it either. It was simply a case of walking around a track and making the most of what we had. I reached 230km just before the 36 hour mark and Gerard was still exactly 20km behind me. He was walking faster than me, but was also taking more breaks than I was. We now had 12 hours to go and if he was to beat me he would need to walk 1 ½ laps per hour faster than me. I was becoming increasingly confident that I would win and wasn’t at all concerned about the distance. In fact I was now at the stage where I was thinking I would try and win by walking as few laps as I could.
Often in races of 24 hours or longer I have seen walkers (and runners) develop a lean either to the left or the right. This is caused by weak core/abdominal muscles and can be quite comical to watch at times. During this race a couple athletes had developed leans and had a lot of difficulty navigating the U turns, and in other races I have seen two walkers walking together with one leaning to the left and one to the right. I don’t think I have ever had this problem in the past myself, but for some reason I developed a forward lean during the second night of the race, and whilst I was fully aware of it, there was nothing I could do about it. I kept trying to walk tall, but would quickly end up leaning forward again. Not badly, but enough for it to make my lower back sore. I don’t know what caused this. It could be due to not having fully recovered from Privas, or perhaps it was due to the many tight corners I had navigated. By the end of the 48 hour race I had completed 250 laps. That is 500 U turns and 750 sharp 90 degree turns. 1,250 turns in total, or one turn every 2 minutes and 18 seconds for 48 hours! No wonder I had developed a lean!
Whilst Gerard didn’t speak much English he spoke a little, and at about 6am he told me that at the end of the next lap he was going to stop. Thank God, I thought. We had gone far enough that I would win and he would finish second even if we didn’t walk another step in the next four hours. He sat down at his food table and I did the same. After about ten minutes I walked back to see him and to confirm that he was definitely finished. Fortunately, Charlotte, a runner from London who spoke French was at the table next to him. She translated for me and the response was that we still had four hours to go and he was just taking a short break. Bugger!
Daylight arrived around 7:30am and there was no sign of the rain letting up. It was also bitterly cold and we were all saturated. Many runners and walkers were off the track and I had convinced myself that it was actually dangerous for us to be out on the track as we were all so cold and wet. I thought the race organisers should abandon the race. I also, for some strange reason, thought that each lap was 5km in length and that in the time it took to walk a lap we could suffer severe hypothermia. For some reason I had forgotten that we were walking on a 400 meter track and could easily make it back to the warmth of the marquee and adjoining hall if things got too bad. I wouldn’t call it an hallucination, but I was definitely struggling to think clearly. I have no idea what speed I was walking but the pain in my feet meant that I wasn’t walking fast enough to keep pace with Gerard or to burn enough energy to keep warm.
At the end of the next lap I decided that I had had enough. I was too cold and if Gerard could walk the 12 or so laps that he was behind me in the time we had remaining, then he could have the win. I was done!
I walked in to the hall and compared to outside it was like a sauna. I changed out of my wet clothes, putting a thermal top and dry long sleeved top on, and also changed my socks and shoes. My feet looked terrible. Huge blisters. But I was quickly warming up and decided to go back out and walk some more laps. I had noticed a plastic table cloth on the ground beside our food table, and with Jim’s expert tailoring we made a jacket to go over the top of the jacket I was already wearing.
I walked for an hour or so. Nothing fast, and with a few short rests at the end of most laps. Once I got to 47 hours I decided that was definitely enough. I still led by about 8 laps and didn’t think that Gerard could possibly walk 8 laps in the final hour. I also rationalised that if I finished early, I could see the medics to get my blistered feet dealt with without having to wait in a queue, and I could have a shower and then a short sleep before the awards ceremony.
I was sitting talking to Jim and Kathy and to a French race-walking official whose name I don’t know, but I have seen him at many races over the years, and they suggested that perhaps I should go out for just one more lap. I would look silly if I stopped an hour early and Gerard caught me before the 48 hours was up.
So I walked another slow lap and then came back into the marquee to sit down again. “What about one more lap just to make absolutely certain”, someone said. I agreed. What if Gerard could walk 10km in the last hour? He would catch me. So one more lap it was.
And then on completing that lap I only 30 or 40 minutes to go, so no real point in finishing early. Why not just walk another couple laps?
So in the end I walked right through to the 48 hour finish. Somewhere on the last lap Gerard caught me and we agreed to walk through to the finish together. A fitting end to a great race.
My final distance was 278.466km (173 miles) against Gerard’s 271.784km. A win by only 6 ½ km, but a win is a win.
Some thoughts about the race:
Whilst I won the race, I am a little disappointed with my attitude and mental strength during the last 18 hours. It is easy to say afterwards that I could have gone further, but I do think I could have achieved 290km if I had been mentally stronger and continued to chase a distance rather than just the win. Given the weather conditions, 300km might not have been possible, but I’m disappointed that I didn’t push myself to find out what I could have done.
I can say with absolute certainty that I will never do this race again. The surface, combined with the 500 U turns ripped my feet apart. The only thing I liked about the race was that because of the compact out and back nature of the course we got to see how the other competitors were going. Twice per lap you could see where you were compared to others and unlike other lap courses where I have focused on my lap times, I spent most of the race focusing on whether I had gained or lost ground on the various walkers I was watching during each lap.
At Privas I found that I was unable to eat any chocolate. I just couldn’t face the idea. At Royan it was the complete opposite. After around 34 hours I found that I couldn’t swallow any food. Regardless of what I tried to eat, I would chew and chew and chew, and then have to spit it out. But chocolate – I couldn’t get enough.
I managed a new single day PB for the most Fitbit steps in a calendar day – 167,000 steps between midnight on Friday and midnight on Saturday. This beat the 156,000 steps I walked in the same period during my M25 circumnavigation last year.
In total I walked 316,000 steps during the 48 hour race.
From when I woke up at 7am on the Friday morning (6am UK time) until I went to bed at 11pm on the Sunday night after arriving back home, I had been awake for 65 hours with just a 5 minute nap before the awards ceremony and a 45 minute restless sleep on the flight home. This has given me confidence that I can do races of 48 hours or even longer with no sleep in the future. My next race will be the 214 mile (344km) Belfast to Dublin to Belfast race in March next year and based on this I think I could possibly do that race on no sleep.
I need to create a checklist of all the equipment I should be taking to races. For this race I forgot to take cotton T shirts for the hot weather on the Friday, although that wasn’t really a major issue, and didn’t take a jacket to survive the cold and rain on the second night. I also forgot my elastic belt that I attach my race number to.
From my first race of 2018 in Dijon in April through to this race, I have competed in five races this year, totaling 11 ½ days in duration. I have finished with three wins, a 4th and a 5th Not a bad year.
This is my last race of the year. I need to have a proper break to recover from some minor injury complaints and most importantly, to give my feet plenty of time to full recover.
I’m unlikely to do a six day race in 2019 and instead I would like to do six or seven races ranging in length from 24 hours through to 250 miles (400km), but other than Belfast to Dublin to Belfast I’m not yet committing to any races for 2019.
My blisters – click on the photos if you want to view the bigger image:
The other day I saw this McDonald’s advertisement – “When there’s 400 miles between you and the weekend.”
They could have been talking about my 6 day race last month – Except I only managed 351 miles (564km) in the 144 hours from Sunday afternoon, 19th August through to Saturday afternoon, 25th August. My race started and ended with McDonalds and included ‘Chicken McNuggets and Pasta” for dinner on one night somewhere in the middle.
Six days. 144 hours. It’s a long time to spend walking. And it isn’t as if we go anywhere during the six days – the race is held on a 1,020 meter circuit in a stadium in Privas, France. Do the maths – 564km divided by 1,020 meters is a lot of laps!
This year was my third 6 jours de France and my fourth visit to Privas – in 2015 I competed in a 72 hour race as I didn’t think I would be able to handle a full six days. In 2016 I competed in the six day event, finishing 3rd walker, narrowly missing my goal of the New Zealand 6 day record (I completed 614km, 8km short of the record). And last year I only managed 500km after suffering through a heatwave. After the 2017 race I said I would never do the race again but within weeks I was already looking forward to the 2018 event.
I don’t know what it is, but something keeps bringing us back each year. ‘Us’ being myself, Kathy Crilley and Suzanne Beardsmore – all race-walkers based in England. And the majority of the other competitors in the race, both the runners and the walkers, return year after year as well.
It isn’t the course that brings us back – the track comprises a mixture of loose gravel, an ash athletic track, a little bit of tarmac, and some pot holes. Most runners and walkers will have at least one visit to the medical tent during the race to have blisters dealt with. In my case, I have never had such severe blister problems so early in a race other than my four visits to Privas.
It isn’t the weather that brings us back either. In 2015 we had a heatwave. In 2016 we had three days of rain and flooding that meant we couldn’t walk on the athletics track for the first half of the race and in one section we had to walk along a wooden plank to avoid walking in ankle deep water. In 2017 we again had a heat wave. And this year it was a combination of heat and humidity that resulted in almost all competitors performing well below their PB’s.
And it isn’t the toilet facilities that bring us back either – there are three separate toilet facilities at the stadium, but only one of them has one proper toilet. All the rest are squat toilets. In fairness, the race organisers do wash the toilets out with a fire hose every 24 hours ?
So what is it that keeps us going back to a race that causes so much pain and discomfort?
It is the people. The athletes, the organisers, the volunteers, and the support crews. Unlike a point to point course, a track event means that you are constantly passing other runners/walkers, or being passed. Regardless of your speed, there are always people to chat to. Sometimes just for a few meters or minutes. Sometimes for a couple laps. Whilst most of the competitors are French, and I don’t speak any French, there are still ways to communicate. Many of the French competitors also speak some English (which is helpful). This year there were five native English speakers – Karen and Tony from Isle of Man, Kathy and myself, and Sarah from Australia who brings a packet of Anzac biscuits for me each year. We also had Suzanne, Karen’s husband Dave and their children, and John and Lisa from Isle of Man supporting us, so plenty of opportunities for conversations in English.
Then there were the two Japanese competitors – 78 year old Toshio Ohmori from Tokyo who was running his 8th 6 jours de France. He told me that he wants to come back two more times so that he can compete for the tenth time when he turns 80. And Seigi Arita, originally from Japan but now living in France.
Other athletes included Phillipe and Patrick – 1st and 2nd last year who finished first equal this year. They spoke enough English to have one and two word conversations. Christophe who finished 3rd last year and won in 2016 would normally answer “good” or “yes” when I asked him how he was feeling or if he was tired. He finished third again this year.
Sylvie spent as much time taking photos as she did running, but this year she remained in running clothing until the last couple hours when she dressed as a Jester and handed out confectionery to the competitors. In previous years she has been known to wear different costumes throughout the race.
There are too many athletes to list individually but we all seem to know that we are suffering together and we all make the most of the situation.
And then there are the guys in the medical tent. If it wasn’t for them, most of us would not be able to complete the race. I’m not sure how much time I have spent in the medical tent during my four races in Privas – probably ten or more visits – and every year the same medical team are there to help us.
This year there was one volunteer who worked on the drinks table. She didn’t speak English but loved my accent, and even when she wasn’t working and was out on the course offering support, whenever she saw me she would call out “what do you drink?” and wait for me to reply “Coca Cola”.
As per last year I traveled to Privas by train on the Friday before the race. Privas is in the South East of France and takes 12 hours or more to get there by public transport (bus from home to local station, tube to Kings Cross St Pancras station, Eurostar to Paris, Metro across Paris, High speed train to Lyon, smaller train to Valence and then bus up to Privas township). And then there is the trek to the hotel. The stadium where the race is held is on the outskirts of Privas, and the hotel we stay at isn’t too far from the stadium, but is a 40 minute walk from the bus stop. This year, when I got off the bus Christophe was just arriving and pulled over to offer me a lift up to the hotel. Christophe managed to explain, in his limited English, that he was feeling fit after doing a six day race in Hungary earlier this year and that he wasn’t going to stay at the hotel but instead would be sleeping in the back of his van tonight, tomorrow and during the race.
Christophe dropped me at the hotel where I met Suzanne and Kathy who had traveled to Privas the day before. After a drink we walked down to the stadium to meet up with the Isle of Man contingent who had arrived earlier in the day. Tony and Karen, both accomplished long-distance racewalkers, would be doing their first 6 day race and were staying in Tony’s motor-home along with Karen’s family. Their friends Lisa and John were also with them and staying in Lisa’s van.
As is traditional, on Saturday all the competitors arrive at the stadium in the morning to set up their tents, park their motor-homes, or move in to their dormitory accommodation (camping stretchers in a dark, hot gymnasium next to the track). In my case I pitched my tent in the same place as last year – next to the entrance/exit to the athletics track which meant I could access it either when walking on to the track or leaving the track during each lap.
After pitching tents we went to the local supermarket to get supplies – in four years of going to Privas I have only seen the stadium, the supermarket, McDonalds, and the hotel – and then went back to the hotel to rest for the afternoon.
We had dinner at the hotel that night and after initially struggling to get to sleep I managed to sleep soundly from about midnight through until the alarm went off at 7:30.
Day 1 – 2pm Sunday to 2pm Monday:
Dave had a rental car for the week, so he came up to collect us after breakfast and we went down to the stadium to register and set about final preparations for the race. Part of my final preparations include a visit to the local McDonalds where I consume as many calories as possible and use a hygienic toilet one last time.
The race started at 2pm. The temperature was already in the high 20’s, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight.
After suffering through the heatwave last year I had a strategy which involved keeping myself wet, and rather than wearing one of the modern day moisture wicking T shirts that I normally wear, I decided to wear an old style cotton T shirt. I also had some white nylon sleeves that I could put on and take off as necessary, and a straw sunhat. My plan was to drench myself with water whenever necessary and to keep as much skin out of the sun as possible.
I started the race slowly with the plan to just survive through the afternoon and then pick the pace up overnight. I intended to walk for the first 23 hours through to 1pm, and then sleep for three or four hours during the heat of the day. And then after that my plan was to walk to 1pm each day and sleep between 1pm and 5pm, and repeat. 1pm to 5pm being the hottest part of each day.
After the first two hours I was well back within the field of walkers– in 14th place having completed only 12.6km. It wasn’t until 11pm that I worked my way up to the front of the field, and that was only because some of the walkers were already taking breaks.
I reached 100km just after 5am (15 hours and 4 minutes) and at that stage I was well in front of the rest of the field. I was the only walker that hadn’t had a break during the night. It would be interesting to see how my strategy worked out over the next 5 ½ days.
I walked through until 1pm as planned, covering 146km in 23 hours. In hindsight, perhaps I should have taken a break just a little earlier as I was struggling in the heat by the time I decided to stop. I took my air mattress up to the top of the stadium to sleep in the shade with a gentle breeze blowing over me as I did last year, but unfortunately the breeze wasn’t blowing in the same direction and the heat and humidity made it very difficult to sleep. I managed about 90 minutes of painful, restless sleep before deciding to resume the race.
I washed my feet before going to sleep and let them get some fresh air while sleeping. Surprisingly, given the heat and the ground we were walking on, I was blister free.
Day 2 – 2pm Monday to 2pm Tuesday:
Even though I only slept for 1 ½ hours I somehow managed to spend 4 hours off the track. When I resumed I was 5km behind Christophe and just ahead of Philippe and Patrick who had stopped for their own rest.
I felt good. My feet weren’t sore, and I was ready to put in some decent mileage through the night. I enjoyed the second night but didn’t manage to walk as far or as fast as I had hoped. I passed 200km in a shade over 37 hours and had a 30 minute break. I wasn’t tired sleep-wise, but I needed to rest my tired legs so I sat in the food tent with my feet up.
Even although it had taken over 9 ½ hours to cover the last 54km I decided that I would walk through until 2pm as I thought I would get in as much mileage as possible and maybe add some kilometers to my NZ 48 hour record from 2016. No New Zealander walker has ‘raced’ a 48 hour race meaning that the NZ 48 record is relatively easy – having only been set during longer races. I first broke the record in 2015 and then again when I set the current record of 240.459km during the 2016 6 jours de France race. With almost 9 hours to go I figured that I could probably reach 250 to 260km depending on how hot it got during the day. My best 48 hour distance is currently the 254km I walked when I circumnavigated the M25 motorway last year but records can only be claimed in races and race-walking records can only be claimed in races that also have race-walking judges.
Around about 10am I received a call from one of my colleagues at work. Andrew wanted to check how I was feeling and we chatted for about 15 to 20 minutes. It made a huge difference mentally but physically I was already beginning to feel the heat again. I changed back into my cotton T Shirt and started the process of saturating myself with water every 20 to 30 minutes. The process worked along the following lines. I would pick up my water bottle at either my tent or our food table (wherever I had left it last time) and drink the remaining water in the bottle. Then shortly after walking on to the track, about half way through each lap, there was a water tap next to the entrance to the men’s toilets under the grandstand. When I arrived at the tap I removed my straw hat and sunglasses, filled my water bottle and poured it over the back and front of my shirt and both arms. I then soaked my head under the tap, put my sunglasses and hat back on, filled my bottle and started walking again. The whole process taking about 30 to 60 seconds. While walking I drank some of the water and then dropped my bottle at either my tent or the food table.
In between these laps where I was ‘wetting myself’ I would have something to eat. Throughout the race I tried to eat a small amount every 30 minutes. As well as that, Suzanne prepared three or four more substantial meals each day. These were usually omelettes or pasta and for lunch we often had small pizzas which she purchased from the local bakery. We also ate many croissants and for breakfast most days I had instant porridge which I had brought with me from England. Snacks consisted of everything from crisps to biscuits, fruit (both dried and fresh – although my tongue became badly ulcerated on day two and I had to stop eating oranges because the citric acid was causing me pain), ham, cereal bars, and pork scratchings (I hate them but they are high in fat and calories and low in sugar). The one thing I couldn’t eat during the race for some reason was chocolate. I ate some chocolate on the first night and may have had one or two chocolate bars during the first few days, but for some reason I just didn’t want any chocolate this year. To limit my sugar intake, I tried to avoid drinking too much coke during the first two days but my coke consumption increased exponentially as the race went on.
By the time 2pm rolled around I had reached 241.103km. Not the distance I was hoping for, but a slight increase on my previous NZ record. My distance for day 2 was only 95km. Well below my day two target of 120km.
My feet were extremely sore and when I stopped at my tent to wash my feet prior to my scheduled sleep I discovered that they were a blistered mess. Rather than going to sleep I completed another lap to get around to the medical tent. One of the lessons I had learnt from the last few years of doing this race is that you don’t waste steps. The lap is 1,020 meters. If you are at your tent and you need to get to the medical tent, you do not walk across the rugby field in a direct line. Instead you walk the long way to complete a lap and ensure that every step counts towards your overall result.
So I hobbled around to the medical tent wearing a clean pair of socks and a clean pair of shoes. When I arrived at the medical tent the guys that have treated my blisters each of the last three years were there and once again they were ‘impressed’ with what they saw. Everyone came over to have a look and one of them took a few photos. They asked how long my feet had been like that. I replied that they had been painful for about 12 hours and one of them said I must have a very high pain threshold.
Click on the images below to view the blisters:
Day 3 – 2pm Tuesday to 2pm Wednesday:
I was off the track for about 4 ½ hours in total but probably only got about 45 minutes sleep. My body was extremely sore and it was too hot to sleep. When I was ready to resume walking I headed back to the medical tent, as requested, to have my feet taped. After my first visit they asked me to let my feet air while I slept, hence the second visit.
By the time I started walking again I was in fourth place, 9km behind Christophe and 8km behind Philippe and Patrick.
My feet felt much better having being taped and I had also changed to a pair of shoes with a slightly wider forefoot area. These were a pair of cheap shoes which I wouldn’t normally walk long distances in. They don’t have the same stability in the heel but I needed the extra room in the front of the shoe.
One of the highlights of the race came at dinner time when Suzanne offered me a choice of Chicken McNuggets or Pasta. I said I would have both! Possibly the best meal of the race.
During the night I slept for two hours. It was just what I needed. The temperature was much cooler and I slept well although woke up well before my alarm went off. Maybe my idea of sleeping during the heat of the day was wrong. Perhaps it is better to sleep in the cool of the night when it is easier to sleep.
2pm on day 3 signifies ‘half time’ and like previous years I stopped at the timing tent to wait for the clock to click over 72 hours – just to get a half time photo 🙂
Overall, I don’t remember much about day 3. The fact that it was uneventful was probably good, but my mileage for the day was well down on my expected mileage (at only 78.5km). Unlike previous years when I thought I was suffering alone I knew that everyone was suffering. You could see it in the results. At the end of day 3 I was only 4km behind the leaders. We were all struggling to put in the miles and the lead changed every time someone took a break.
Day 4 – 2pm Wednesday to 2pm Thursday:
While I slept everyone else kept walking and by the time I got started again I was in 5th place and 20km behind the leaders. Claudie Bizard was in 4th place, 5km in front of me. Claudie is the ‘official’ women’s world record holder for the 6 day event having walked 624km in the heat last year. One female walker, Yolanda Holder from the USA, has gone further than Claudie but ‘official’ race-walking records can only be achieved in races that have walking judges, and Yolanda’s races have all being in the USA without race-walking judges. That isn’t to say that Yolanda isn’t walking, but her results, and the results of other athletes from races that don’t have race-walking judges, are not recognised by the record keepers.
By 9:30pm I was dead on my feet. I was taking close to 20 minutes per lap and decided I needed another sleep. I was off the track for 3 hours in total, sleeping for about 2 hours and again waking up before my alarm went off. I lost another place with Seigi passing me as well, but when I resumed walking at 1am I was still 20km behind the leaders so wasn’t too concerned.
I tried my best to make progress through the night but found it easy to take short breaks on a regular basis. One thing I did to keep myself going was put a message on facebook asking people to call me on facebook messenger. It was the middle of the night in the UK but a few people called me from the USA and NZ, which enabled me to walk without really focusing on it. Most nights I also spoke to my wife, Ruth, and my sister, Karen, called a few times during the race as well. All these calls took my mind of the monotony of the race, even if just for a few minutes.
I got through to 391km by 12:30pm – although time was meaningless by this stage. By this stage it could have been breakfast time, lunch time, or dinner time. It really didn’t make a difference. It was either sunny and hot, or it was dark and cooler.
My hip flexors had stopped flexing and I was struggling to put one foot in front of the other. Time for another visit to the medical tent where I spent the rest of day 4 getting a massage.
At the end of day 4 I had completed 391km, covering only 71.5km for the day.
Day 5 – 2pm Thursday to 2pm Friday:
Having slept during the night I decided to change my sleep strategy and resumed walking after my massage with the intention of sleeping again at some stage later in the night. I couldn’t get going though, and a little after 5pm I decided to stop walking and try and get some rest. I thought perhaps a shower might help and walked around to my tent to get my towel and some clean clothes. Whilst in the tent the wind started to pick up and I decided to tighten the guy ropes on mine, Kathy’s and Suzanne’s tents before having a shower. No sooner had I finished doing this and the storm hit!
Torrential rain and strong winds ripped through the stadium. The race was abandoned as athletes and organisers tried to save equipment, tents, motor-home awnings, etc.
The storm probably only lasted 15 to 30 minutes but it flooded the athletics track and a number of the tents plus one of the race marquees were damaged. There was also a power cut and the race organisers quickly advised the athletes that the race was now ‘on hold’.
After two hours we were advised that we would resume shortly but on a shorter 620 meter circuit which would eliminate the flooded athletics track. During the break I decided that I had had enough and took up the offer of staying at the hotel for the night to get some proper sleep, have a shower, etc.
We were told that we had to be on the start line when the race resumed so I walked one lap of the 620 meter circuit and then Dave took me up to the hotel where I spent about an hour slowly removing the tape from my battered and blistered feet, and having my first shower since Saturday morning (it was now Thursday night).
Thursday night blister night – click on the photos if you want to view the bigger image:
I slept for a solid 8 hours although my sleep was a little restless and I had serious night sweats, having to change sides of the bed at one stage. I’ve experienced night sweats after some races in the past. I think it is the body’s way of detoxing. Usually it lasts for one or two nights but this was the first time I had had night sweats during a race. Probably because it was the first time I had slept in a proper bed during a race ?
I woke when my alarm went off at 7:30am and after another shower I limped down to the track – about 700-800 meters away. Mileage that wouldn’t be counted in my overall result ☹.
I wasn’t in any rush to get started and after saying hello to Suzanne and some of the athletes I went to the medical tent to see what they could do with my feet. They cleaned up the blisters again and re-taped my feet, and then they suggested that cutting the front mesh section off each shoe would ease the discomfort. I was prepared to try anything to reduce the pain but wasn’t really intending to ‘race’ as such. My plans for the next 30 hours were just to circle the track and try and get a reasonable overall distance.
After my visit to the medical tent I had brunch in the food tent and watched the athletes going past. Many of them waved and acknowledged me. I guess they had noticed that I had been missing for the last 12 or more hours.
It was 11am when I finally decided to start walking again. In total I had been off the track for almost all of the previous 18 hours. The online results were still down but I took a photo of the leaderboard TV screen:
Philippe and Patrick were now on 480km, Claudie was in 3rd place on 467km, Christophe 458km, Seigi 445km and I was in 6th place with 404km – 76km behind the leaders!
Not far behind me was French walker, Serge Le Maner, followed by Tony and Karen. My thinking on resuming the race was that I would try and walk fast enough to hold on to 6th place, and because I had had a good sleep I should be able to walk the remaining 30 hours without needing to stop for another sleep.
The race had been extended to finish at 4:30pm to give us back the 2 ½ hours from the storm delay, although for anyone wanting to claim any records their mileage as at 2pm on Saturday would be what counted.
Three hours later, at 2pm (the end of day 5) I got a big mental boost when I thought I had picked up 10km on the leaders already. My maths wasn’t too good. I thought there had been an 80km difference at 11am and thought the difference was now 70km when it was actually 73 ½ km. In reality I had only picked up less than 3km on the leaders but in my mind I had picked up 10km!
I told Kathy and Suzanne that I thought I could still win this race!
If I could walk 100 miles in the last 24 hours (I had never managed more than 100km in the last day and wanted to walk 100 miles – I was dreaming), and they only walked 90km, then I could catch them.
My day 5 mileage was only 27km! But I had been off the track for 18 or more hours.
Day 6 – 2pm Friday through to the finish:
Going in to the last night I was still thinking that I could win, but it would depend on how fast I could walk and how much rest everyone ahead of me would need. I was confident that I wouldn’t need any sleep and decided that I would try and boost my pace by putting in a fast 5km at 10pm.
10pm Friday night was 8am Saturday morning in New Zealand, which is the time that parkrun starts in NZ. So I decided to pretend that I was walking the Lower Hutt parkrun, an out and back 5km along the path beside the Hutt river. In my case each kilometre would be one lap of the 1,020 meter Privas track, and I hoped to walk the 5km in 45 minutes. For the last few hours I had been averaging 11 to 12 minutes per lap, so this would require me to increase my pace significantly, but I hoped that it would then result in me continuing through the night at a sub 10 minute lap pace.
My ‘parkrun’ started at 10:03pm when I completed my 460th kilometre. My first lap took 9 minutes 40 seconds and took me from the Lower Hutt parkrun start line under the Ewan Bridge and up on to the stopbank and down to the 1km marker beside the retirement village. When I checked my km split time, and realised that I was going slower than I needed to, I increased the pace and started passing some of the other ‘parkrunners’. My next kilometre took 9 minutes and 5 seconds as we went down under the railway bridge and down towards the turnaround. I didn’t get a split time at the half way turnaround but reached the 3km mark in 27:40 after an 8 minute 55 second kilometer. The 4th kilometre at Lower Hutt parkrun is always the hardest for me. Back under the railway line and up the little incline back on to the stopbank for the final push for the finish. But I continued to increase my pace with an 8 minute 47 fourth kilometre. I was on fire now and kept increasing the pace before a final push to try and get under 45 minutes. My last kilometre took 8 minutes 38 seconds. I missed my sub 45 minute goal by 5 seconds.
My ‘parkrun’ proved that this race is a case of mind over matter. Nothing changed physically but with some focus I managed to increase my pace substantially.
During the night all five of those in front of me had sleeps of various lengths but by 6am they had all returned to the track and I began to realise that I was unlikely to win the race. In fact I was still in 6th place and whilst I thought I had a good chance of catching Seigi (7km ahead), I was unlikely to catch Claudie (21km ahead) or Philippe, Patrick and Christophe who were all 50 to 52km in front of me.
I reached 500km at 6:04am – 5 days, 16 hours and 4 minutes after we started the race. Whilst this was 23 hours slower than my 2016 500km split time, it was a new NZ M50 age group record and I stopped for a photo.
Around 8am Marie Cain, one of the relay walkers started her next ‘leg’ of the relay just as I was finishing my lap and I decided to see if I could walk with her for a while. We walked a lap in a shade under 9 minutes.
And the next lap was faster. And the next lap was faster again. And then I dropped Marie. Before I knew it I was lapping at 7:15 pace! I don’t know what happened. It was like I was possessed. The same thing had happened to me in the last half hour of the 2016 race when I averaged a shade over 6 minutes a lap for the last 5 laps. I didn’t get to that speed but I did manage 6 minutes 59 seconds for my 503rd lap! And, on checking the lap split times while writing this report, I see that the five laps from lap 502 to 506 took just 35 minutes and 41 seconds. That is a 35 minute 5km after already walking 509km in the previous 5 ½ days. It just shows what can be achieved with a focused mind.
Eventually I came back to earth and my pace slowed, but by then I had caught and passed Seigi. Once I was back to a normal pace I stopped at the food tent and commented to Suzanne that I didn’t think I could catch Claudie (still over 10km ahead) but I was satisfied with how things were going and would just hold on to 5th place though to the finish. And then I saw Claudie sitting in the corner of the food tent looking like she desperately needed 8 hours sleep.
That was enough. I was on my way again. Not at the same pace, but it was enough to start closing the gap on Claudie.
As the gap closed I worked out that because of the short laps during Thursday night, if I caught Claudie I would still be 400 metres behind her. I had to catch her and lap her, and then I would be 600 meters ahead. So that was my goal.
When 2pm arrived I was 5 minutes behind lapping Claudie. If my maths is right, I was effectively 200 meters ahead of Claudie at exactly 2pm. But as the race had been extended by 2 ½ hours due to the storm delay on Thursday, the race wasn’t yet over and we kept walking.
My official result at 6 days (144 hours) is 549.983km which is a new NZ M50 record. More importantly, on the last day I had walked 131.5km!
It took about 1 ½ hours before I finally caught her, but once I did, I knew I was in 4th place, 600 meters ahead of 5th, and I just kept pace with Claudie through to the finish.
My final result was 564.602km – 4th walker and 16th overall. In the almost 30 hours since resuming the race I had closed the gap on the leaders from 76km to just 43km.
I think this was my last visit to Privas. Or at least my last visit as a competitor. Or at least my last visit as a competitor this decade. I have had four weeks to think about the race, and whilst there are a few changes I would make if I could go back and do the race again, I think I need a break from the race. The terrain ruins my feet. But I love the event itself, and hopefully next year I can go back as support crew for someone – or possibly to do the 48 hour race that will be held during the last two days of the six day race. The people are fantastic, and I think I would be miserable sitting at work for a week knowing that everyone else is there circling the track and suffering together.
We had some great times during the week. One moment I remember was when I was walking with Karen who had already modified her shoes by cutting the front out of them and putting a pair of Tony’s socks over the top of them to keep the stones out. She was telling me that she was thinking of writing to the sock manufacturer to tell them that their socks didn’t last very long. We decided instead that she should put a review, along with a photo of her wearing the socks over the top of her shoes, on their facebook page. It doesn’t sound so funny now, but we were in absolute hysterics like it was the funniest thing anyone had ever said.
As I say, we had some good times.
Photos and Analysis:
Having received the lap split times, I graphed them to understand what happened. The first 100 odd laps are mostly in the low 8 minute range. Thereafter, the lap times are all over the place but there are brief periods where my lap times improved significantly on the average and then drifted back again. And then there is the Saturday morning section between laps 502 and 512.
Looking at my progress hour on hour
And comparing my mileage day by day with that of the other top 6 finishers
Fitbit steps by day:
The following are some of the photos that either I took, or others took during the race (most of the photos were taken by Sylvie Couturon).
I am hugely grateful to my good friend, Suzanne Beardsmore, who supported us throughout the race. She got plenty of exercise during the week making trips to the supermarket, bakery, and the local sports shop (to buy socks to go over my shoes). She kept us fed and gave us encouragement when we needed it. Thanks for everything Suzanne.