Before lockdown I never thought I’d do a virtual race. I mean why pay for the privilege of recording your mileage/time on a random website in return for a finishers medal that I would just put in the drawer with all the other finisher’s medals I have received over the years. Virtual races seem to have become popular in recent years and for many people they are actually a great pathway to ‘real’ races. But not for me. For a start, as an accountant, why would I want to pay for something that I can do for free? I pay to do real races, but that is different. Or at least that is what I thought.
That was until Covid-19 came along and all races worldwide were cancelled.
I found myself competing in my first virtual race, the Quarantine Backyard Ultra, in early April and not long after that I heard about a virtual race across Tennessee which would be starting on 1st May. Runners and walkers would have four months (May through August) to complete 1,022km (635 miles) from the bottom left corner of Tennessee and finishing to the top right corner. For those who wanted a bigger challenge, there was the option of the double crossing of Tennessee within the same time period.
The race was being organised by the famous Lazarus Lake, founder of events including the Barkley Marathons and Big’s Backyard Ultra. He initially thought that a couple hundred runners might be interested in virtually crossing Tennessee. Little did he know that over 19,000 runners and walkers (including me) would toe the virtual start line and the event would raise hundreds of thousands of dollars to help feed the homeless people of Tennessee.
With no actual races on the horizon I decided to enter the double GVRAT – there and back – rationalising that walking approximately 500km per month for four months would be great training for when races do finally resume after lockdown (I’m still hopeful that we will have the opportunity to do a real race before the end of 2020). 2,000km would give me about 50% of my normal annual mileage in the space of four months, and recording my daily mileage and watching my runner icon slowly move across a map of Tennessee would give me the motivation to keep going. I’m the sort of person that needs a race goal to motivate myself to train, and with no upcoming races I wasn’t sure how motivated I’d be during the summer.
Of course, staying healthy and social distancing during the Covid-19 crisis was always going to be number one priority.
The race started at midnight on the 30th April local time. This meant it started in New Zealand first and for us in England it started about 11 hours later, and for those in the US, even later. But when the race finishes on 31st August, it also finishes at midnight, so everyone has the same amount of time to complete the distance unless they happen to change time zones.
Because of this it meant that race times would only be recorded in full days but that didn’t stop a few people starting their race immediately after midnight in their local time, and the first people to finish treated the race as if it was a real race, running as much mileage as they possibly could each day. The first person to finish the race took just 12 days!
For me, my initial aim was to take eight weeks for the first 1,000km (actually 1,022km) across Tennessee and then eight weeks for the return journey, and treat the event as high mileage training. I also had a full time job to fit the race around.
The race started on Friday 1st May and I started at 5am with a 37km walk before work. By the end of week one though, I had completed 162km (101 miles). A 100 mile training week. The last time I had walked 100 miles in a week that didn’t include a race of 100 miles or longer was in 2014! I have never been a high mileage athlete when it comes to training, but this race was enticing me to walk farther than I normally would, and also farther than the 125km weekly average I had planned for the race.
But surely this was a one-off. My weekly distances would now settle back to my required average of through the summer. Just enough weekly mileage to get me through 2,000km in four months.
Week 2 – another 100 mile week. Another great week of training. After just two weeks I’d completed just under one third of the one-way journey across Tennessee and I was in 304th position out of 19,000 athletes. I’d started checking the online results on a daily basis to check my placing and had even started graphing my daily mileage and analysing how my average daily mileage since 1st May correlated to my current position in the race.
In week 3 I purposefully reduced my mileage as I had never walked back to back 100 mile weeks and I was concerned that a third 100 mile week could bring on an injury. I was purposefully keeping my average speed to a above 8 minutes per kilometer (12:50 per mile) due to my shin injury from the Thames Ring 250 last year but in the first two weeks of May I had already walked further than my average monthly mileage for the first four months of the year. Even so, at 133km week 3 was still longer than any other training week (non-race week) in over a year!
By the end of week 3 I had dropped to 448th place and with a rest day for day 22 I dropped another 100 places. I started to think about ‘racing’ through to the finish. Lockdown restrictions in England were being reduced slightly and I was able to walk farther and farther away from home.
The 23rd, 24th and 25th May was a long weekend in the UK so I walked 165km in three days, starting between 4 and 5 each morning. Week 4 mileage was 198km (123 miles) which coincidentally was the same distance I had completed in the Quarantine Backyard Ultra. I was now just short of two thirds through the one-way trip across Tennessee and started thinking seriously about two more 100 mile weeks to finish in 6 weeks total – or at least make it to the half-way turnaround for the double crossing.
One of the things I really enjoy about ‘real’ ultramarathon races is walking through the night. There is something special about walking huge distances while everyone around you is asleep, and I was missing this. So the following weekend I decided to do an overnight walk through London. It turned out to be a 104km walk starting at 10pm on the Saturday night, walking from home up through London and through towards Stratford (where the 2012 Olympics were) and then across the top of London before heading back home.
I started using a website called CityStrides a while ago which shows streets you’ve walked previously on a live map so that you can identify which streets you haven’t been on previously. I’ve spent the last six years exploring areas all around greater London and the website makes it easy to see whether you have ‘been here before’ – although quiet often I will recognise a street that I might have walked down months or even years ago.
The website shows how many completed streets you have walked/run along and has a leaderboard for different cities around the world as well as showing the percentage of each city/borough you have completed. So in a way, it is a little like a virtual race in its own right. After each walk the website would show how many new streets I had walked. During the whole GVRAT event I completed 902 new streets including 161 new streets during the 104km overnight walk.
Week 5 mileage ended up at 173km and I was now in 368th place with just under 200km to go. One more big week to get to the finish.
The race had started on a Friday meaning that each of the above weeks are Friday through to Thursday. Week 6 started with a rest day, my ninth rest day since 1st May. Over the weekend I walked 32km and 52km on the Saturday and Sunday respectively leaving just 112km to finish the race and five days to do so if I wanted to complete the race in six weeks.
Throughout the race I had been working fulltime from home which meant fitting the race around work hours. All of my rest days had been on workdays during which I would work longer hours so that I could work shorter hours on the days I wanted to walk long. I decided to have a tenth rest day on the Monday leaving me three days to walk 20km, 30km and then 62km to finish on the Thursday. The plan was that the Tuesday and Wednesday walks would be before work and I would finish work early (3pm’ish) in order to get the final 62km completed before midnight on Thursday, day 42.
After the Monday rest day the results showed me as being in 398th place. 20km on Tuesday and I slipped to 401st place. I now had 92km to finish the race and decided that I would do all of that on Wednesday, day 41 of the race.
The only problem was that Wednesday was a workday and I had several meetings to attend (virtually) with the first starting at 9:30am and the last finishing at 3pm. So it would be a short workday sandwiched in between a 35km morning walk starting just after 4:30am and a final 57km after work.
The 35km went fine. I had to message my manager just before 9:30am to tell her I would be a couple minutes late for our meeting, but that was fine. I had woken at 4am and had breakfast before my walk and I had an early lunch straight after my 9:30 meeting. A second lunch a couple hours later before an early dinner straight after my workday finished at 3pm, and then I was off out the door again.
For the whole of the last 41 days I had managed to avoid rain when training. It had tried to rain on the 1st May during my first walk of the race, and I had carried my jacket on one other day, but other than that, the weather had been perfect. Now, at 3:45pm as I was preparing to head out for my final walk of the race, the heavens opened, and it started raining. But this wasn’t going to stop me. I had set my mind to completing this race today and I needed 57km before midnight. My average pace for the whole 41 days had been a shade over 8 minutes per kilometer so if I left home before 4pm and maintained that same pace then I would finish the race before midnight, before the end of day 41.
And that’s what happened – I completed the 57th kilometer at about 11:45pm and then walked one last kilometer, crossing over the Teddington footbridge across the River Thames, the same bridge I had walked over at the start of the race on the morning of the 1st May, and back to my home where I recorded my daily mileage for the last time.
Or at least the last time for the one-way race across Tennessee. There is still the return journey to do.
I finished 305th and took 137 hours to complete the 1,022km. I did 32 walks at an average of 32km (20 miles) each, in 31 days with 10 rest days. Great high mileage training. The virtual race is giving me what I wanted from it.
During the last 41 days I’ve taken a few photos as I walked the streets of South West London, London and North London. These are some of my favourites:
And one last screenshot. I posted on facebook in the GVRAT facebook group after I finished the race. This was by far my favourite comment, and also one of the reasons I write these race reports.
It’s now time to head back to the start in order to complete the double crossing!
Last week marked the fifth anniversary of my moving back to London, and according to Strava, in those 5 years I have completed just under 1,000 walks with the majority of them being in and around the London area – hence the name of this blog RichardWalksLondon.
Using a combination of a website that enables people to consolidate multiple Strava activities into one map, and some video editing, I have compacted the last five years into a 1 minute video showing the cumulative reach of my walks.
I suspect that I have covered more of the Greater London area on foot than 99.999% of the population, but I’m not finished yet. In another five years I’ll record another video showing my progress, but in the meantime, please watch this short video:
When we first moved to England in 2008 I remember being impressed by this huge motorway that circled London. Between four and six lanes going in each direction. 117 miles in length. The first time I drove on it, I thought about the movie Cannonball Run, and wondered if there was a record time for driving around it. And a couple minutes later we were stopped dead still in a traffic jam and I learned why the M25 motorway is referred to as the world’s biggest carpark.
Nine months later I was training for my first triathlon since the mid 90’s and I thought I would try and cycle a lap around the outside of the M25 motorway. Obviously you can’t cycle on the motorway itself, so I started building up my long training rides, but I never got around to doing ‘the ride’ and after the triathlon (the 2009 UK Ironman) I gave up cycling and forgot about the idea.
My first attempt in 2016
Roll on 2016. I had switched from triathlons and running to race-walking and was looking for a suitable challenge to use as a fundraiser for Sport Relief – the bi-annual UK wide fundraiser where people do all sorts of sporting challenges to raise money for charity. And in March 2016 I attempted to walk non-stop around the outside of the M25 motorway.
The short story is that I lasted 32 hours before I had to sit down for the first time, and a couple hours later I quit, only to restart and complete the journey the following day. In total the walk took me 86 hours of which 50 hours were walking. You can read a full summary of my 2016 M25 Circumnavigation here.
Preparation for my 2017 attempt
When I finished that walk in 2016 I knew I had some unfinished business, and started making plans for another attempt. I contacted Limbless Association, (a London based charity who provide support to people who have lost one or more arms or legs, their care givers, and their families) to discuss the possibility of using the walk to raise money for them. I feel fortunate that I have two good arms and two good legs and I wanted to use them to help people that, perhaps, are a little less fortunate than me. I was also keen to support a small charity, having done fundraising walks for Make-A-Wish Foundation and Sport Relief in 2015 and 2016 respectively, and Limbless Association fitted all my criteria.
I also learnt from my 2016 experience. There is a saying that the only failure is the failure to learn from your experience, and I identified a number of changes I could make that would enable me to successfully complete my goal of circumnavigating the M25 motorway non-stop this time:
Firstly, I started at 8am rather than 2pm which was the time I started last year. This meant that I got a full day (50 miles) before nightfall.
Doing the walk in May also meant warmer weather. Last year it got down to zero degrees at night. This year it was around 8 degrees on the first night, although it was colder than that on the second night.
I also changed the direction of my walk, and walked around the M25 in an anti-clockwise direction. You might not think that this would make a difference, but it meant that by the time I got to Saturday afternoon I was walking through countryside that was more familiar to me. I’ve done a reasonable amount of walking and cycling on the southern side of the M25 and mentally, it made a big difference walking in an area I knew rather than somewhere I didn’t know so well.
Lastly, when I have mapped out the route I wanted to walk I took more care this year to ensure that it was on roads that Google Maps had a street view of. Last year I mapped out the course using Google maps but a lot of the time I found myself walking on muddy trails and down narrow alleyways which were fine during the day, but not so easy to navigate at night.
I also decided to rely on an electronic map on my phone rather than the printed maps that I had last year but couldn’t see clearly due to tiredness.
Friday morning, 5th May, finally arrived. I had a reasonable sleep the night beforehand – my Fitbit says I slept for 4 hours 52 minutes which is 3 hours more than I slept the night before the Dublin to Belfast race too weeks earlier. Hopefully it would be enough to get me through up to 48 hours of walking.
After showering I had the first of my two breakfasts (two bowls of porridge) and then caught the bus and train from home to Upminster Station, eating a second breakfast while travelling. I met Joel, the Fundraising and Communications Manager for Limbless Association at Upminster. Joel was going to be my support crew for the first few hours of the walk. We drove down to the start – the end of Oliver Close, a dead-end street in Grays, Essex, which was the closest we could get to being underneath the QE2 bridge. This was where I had finished my walk last year. It isn’t the most existing of places. All that is there is a cement works, or something similar, and the only people we saw were two truck drivers.
Joel attached his Limbless Association flag to the fence and filmed me on Facebook Live saying a few words about what I was about to do, and then I was off – at 10 minutes past 8am on Friday morning.
My plan was to carry two cellphones, one for my map reading, and one for listening to podcasts/music, posting facebook/twitter updates, and keeping in contact with anyone I needed to. But within a couple hundred meters something was wrong with my second phone. I couldn’t get my route map to load and when I got to the first corner, less than 400 meters into my 160 mile adventure, I had to make a decision which way to go. I had a 50/50 chance of being right, but when I managed to get my map loaded on my main phone I realised that I had already taken my first wrong turn! Hopefully this wasn’t going to be an omen for the rest of the walk.
After that minor mistake I had an uneventful few hours. Joel drove 2 ½ miles up the road, waited for me to come past and gave me whatever food/drink I wanted, and then drove another 2 ½ miles up the road.
It was a nice day but due to a slight breeze, it wasn’t too warm and for most of the morning I wore three layers on top – a T shirt and thermal top (both of which I had intended to take off before we started or soon in to the walk) and a Limbless Association T shirt over the top.
Because it wasn’t too warm I didn’t need too much to drink either, so when Joel had to leave early afternoon for a few hours, I decided that all I would need would be sufficient food to last me up to three hours while he was away. It turned out that this was a wrong decision. The sun came out and the wind dropped away and it wasn’t long before I started to feel thirsty. I didn’t even have any money to buy a drink, not that there were any shops where I was at the time.
Joel re-joined me at around the 6 hour mark and I immediately downed a 500ml bottle of water, and downed another bottle each time I saw Joel until he departed a couple hours later.
I had completed 38 miles (60km) when Joel had to leave. I stopped at his car and put my thermal top back on again and put my Ultimate Direction running vest on laden down with additional clothing and enough food to see me through to the morning, and filled a plastic shopping bag with a selection of ‘mixed calories’ for dinner – fruit, crisps, biscuits, half a bag of pork scratchings, and a bottle of coke.
Over the next hour I ate my way through everything in the bag – probably something between 1,500 and 2,500 calories – while walking at a gentle pace. This was the first of my two dinners for the evening.
I passed 40 miles (¼ of the expected distance) in 8 hours 50 minutes, and 50 miles in 11 hours 25 minutes.
Just past the 50 mile mark I saw an Oasis (McDonalds) in the distance and stopped for a second dinner – fries and coke.
To be honest, the night was a little uneventful. At some stage I put another layer of clothing on, as well as my hat and head torch, and on occasions I thought I was going to have to put my rain jacket on as it kept threatening to rain. Fortunately it didn’t.
I passed the 100km mark in 14 hours 37 minutes and reached half way (80 miles/128km) in 19 hours 20 minutes – at 3:20am. By that stage I had crossed the top of the M25 and was half way down the western side – half way between the M40 and the M4 motorways. I stopped in a town called Iver to get the bottle of coke I was carrying in my Ultimate Direction running vest. The vest is a small backpack designed for runners, and has enough room to carry food, etc, within it and strap additional things such as clothing to the back. It also has pockets on the straps and the front to carry food and water. The way I use it is to only take it off my back once every few hours, and to load the pockets on the front as well as the two pockets in my running shorts with the food I remove from the backpack. I’ve found this to be more efficient than removing the vest every time I want something to eat.
I loaded my pockets, and ate a chocolate bar washed down by coke as I left Iver heading towards the M4 motorway and the sound of early morning flights arriving and leaving from Heathrow Airport.
As I expected, circumnavigating the M25 in an anti-clockwise direction helped me mentally as whilst I was tired after walking for almost 24 hours, I was in familiar territory and around 7am I received a facebook message from Andy Nuttall, owner and editor of Ultra Magazine, asking what I wanted for breakfast. He said he would meet me in Row Town so I checked Google Maps to find out where that was and realised that Row Town was still a few hours away, so I had some more to eat and kept on walking.
Eventually I met up with Andy just before reaching 100 miles (which took me 25 hours 10 minutes). Andy had asked what I wanted for breakfast when he messaged me earlier. My answer was toast with butter, and an apple or an orange, plus some water. Andy turned up with everything I had ordered as well as a chocolate croissant. Perfect!
Andy asked if I wanted to sit in his car while I ate, but I reminded him that part of my challenge was to complete the walk without sitting down from the time I started until I finished. So I refilled my water bottles, and ate breakfast while walking.
One of the things that I tried to avoid doing throughout the walk was to think about how far I still had to go. When I reached the 100 mile mark, I was happy to acknowledge (to myself) that I had completed my 14th walk of 100 miles or further, but I still had a long way to go, and it was too early to start thinking about that. Instead I just focused on the moment. The day was underway in England and I was receiving regular encouragement messages via facebook and twitter, not that I hadn’t been receiving them overnight. One of the benefits of having friends on both sides of the planet is that when you need encouragement during a walk of this length, friends are awake somewhere in the world.
During long walks I listen to podcasts until I get too tired to concentrate on them, or start losing momentum, and then switch to high tempo music to get me going again. Normally this means up to 12 hours of podcasts and then switching to music, but this was a longer walk than normal so I listened to podcasts right through until I reached 100 miles. When I started walking the previous day I was walking at a pace of around 12 ½ minutes per mile (7:45/km), but now I was down to 16 minutes per mile (10 minutes per km). This was a little bit slower than I wanted and I thought that some music may help. It didn’t, but over the next four hours I maintained the same pace despite some extreme hills, especially between Leatherhead and Reigate where at one stage I walked non-stop uphill for over an hour!
My feet were handling the walk well. Whilst they felt a little sore, there was no sign of blisters (thanks, in part, to my Injinji socks) and my legs were still in good condition. It’s strange, but in writing this report, there really isn’t much to report. Everything was going well.
I remember at some stage early in the afternoon a man who introduced himself as Christopher joined me. He had a bit of a limp and said he was from Limbless Association, but I would never have guessed that he had prosthetics instead of legs – incredible! He walked with me for about 500 meters, thanked me for my support of Limbless Association, and wished me well for the rest of my walk. Perhaps he knew something because I was on my way towards Leatherhead and the hills when I saw him 🙂
After getting through the hills between Leatherhead and Reigate, there was one last hill to climb before I would meet Paul and Chloe, ultramarathon runners whom I didn’t actually know that had offered to come out and support me by feeding me as I descended Redhill. And what an amazing site:
Their car was one of the best stocked aid stations I have come across in years of ultra-distance races. Everything I could ever want!
And not only that, Paul and Chloe volunteered to meet me again in an hour or two to give me some more food. Such generous people.
It was around about this time however, that I started to experience the first effects of the walk. I was almost at 200km (124 miles) – which I passed in 32 hours 17 minutes – when I needed a wee. Normally if you need to go to the toilet you ‘feel’ the need and have plenty of time to find an appropriate place to stop – whether that is public toilets or behind a bush or hedge – but this was no longer the case. I had less than 10 seconds notice to find an appropriate place to stop. I was heading down hill in a semi-rural area at the time and there was a side street going off to the right so I quickly crossed the road and headed towards the side street.
At about that time I think Paul and Chloe must have driven past because another couple minutes down the road, they were waiting for me with their mobile aid station.
My short-notice toilet stops continued for the rest of the journey. The first time I have experienced this but at least it was only a bladder problem and not diarrhea.
Paul and Chloe met me one more time at about 220km (137 miles), not long before darkness. At that stage I was still feeling good, but things can change very quickly.
The long slog through to the finish
I said earlier that it isn’t a good idea to think about how far you still have go during a long walk like this, but during the afternoon I had started to work out that I could finish as early as midnight (40 hours) if I maintained my pace, and at the latest I thought it would be about 2am.
Joel was planning on joining me for the last few hours and my wife and son, Ruth and Zac, were going to meet me at the finish. I sent them all a message at some stage during the afternoon suggesting that a finish sometime between midnight and 1am was likely, but as darkness arrived for the second time I started to really struggle. As well as the bladder weakness I was starting to have mild hallucinations. The first hallucination was when I saw a toddler in the middle of the road in front of me. When I got a little closer I realised that the toddler was actually a dog 🙂
The other problem I was having was a fear that my phone battery might not last the night. This would be a catastrophe as my route map was on my phone, and being so tired, it was extremely unlikely that I would be able to navigate to the finish in Dartford without my map.
Fortunately, another Oasis appeared in front of me. This time the Oasis was an all night supermarket. I stopped and purchased a USB charger that was ‘pre-charged’ as well as a can of coke. I can’t imagine what the people in the supermarket thought of me. I was wearing a hat and headtorch on my head, a ‘back pack’ on my back which had a had a flashing red light on the back of it, and I stunk! 38 hours of continuous walking makes you smell a little.
It was 10:30pm and when I emerged from the supermarket I realised that I was cold so I took a few minutes to put my long sleeve T shirt and jacket on, and then did the maths to work out how long it would take me to finish the walk.
I estimated that I had around 15 miles (24km) still to go. At best I thought that would take me around 5 hours so I sent messages to both Ruth and Joel to advise that my new ETA was around 3:30am and started walking again.
Ruth replied to say that in that case she would have a short sleep and would leave home at 2am to meet me at the finish, and Joel replied to say he was currently on his way to see me and would provide support through to the finish. Joel would be my saviour!
I met up with Joel a mile or two later and told him that I would like him to drive only one mile at a time. By this stage, even one mile seemed like an eternity, but mentally it would be a big help if I saw him every 20 minutes or so, and he could feed and water me as required.
My hallucinations continued. I remember seeing someone walking towards me carrying a whole lot of sticks with lights on them at one stage. It was Joel, but he wasn’t carrying anything at all. I regularly saw people waiting on the side of the road for me, but when I got there, they were trees and bushes. And on more than one occasion I saw whole families (two adults and two or three children of different heights) waiting to cheer me on, and again, when I got up to where they were I found plants and bushes of different sizes.
Not long before midnight I checked my Fitbit. 155,000 steps for the day. I would win the ‘Daily Showdown’ Fitbit challenge that I had invited some of my Fitbit friends to 🙂
The USB charger I purchased didn’t last long, and only charged my phone back to 30%, which quickly drained back below 20% again. I couldn’t risk the possibility of the battery dying even with Joel guiding me into Dartford, as if something went wrong I might need to rely on my map again. Fortunately Joel had the ability to recharge the USB charger in his car, and charged it enough for me to charge the phone a bit more.
I was going extremely slowly now though. And really struggling, occasionally stopping dead in the middle of the road and putting my hands on my knees to get short rests. I started having thoughts that if I was to collapse then I would have an excuse to sit down for a while, or maybe even quit altogether.
I was in a bad place.
Ivo, a long-distance walker based in the US sent me a facebook message but I couldn’t bring myself to read it. I really just wanted to quit and I didn’t want to hear any positive comments. I had stopped reading comments on facebook too.
My pace was down to just 2 miles per hour when I received a message from Ruth saying that they were leaving now and would see me at 3:30am. It was now 2am. I did the maths again and worked out that I still had 7 miles to go which meant that the last 7 miles had taken me 3 ½ hours. 2am plus another 3 ½ hours equalled 5:30am. I sent Ruth a message telling her that it was over. That I was quitting.
Strangely, even before she rang me to talk some sense into me, my pace immediately picked up from 30 minutes per mile to 20 minutes per mile. Ruth and Zac rang me to tell me that there was absolutely no option but to finish. I agreed, but whilst I was feeling better, I was really agreeing just to get them off the phone. When I caught Joel I told him I was considering quitting but right now I was feeling better and would keep going until things got bad again. Joel also told me that he thought we only had 5 ½ miles to go, and not 7.
I arranged with Joel that from now until the finish he would only drive as far as the next corner, and then wait for me. I was too tired to follow the map on my phone any more, and was worried that I would miss a turnoff so needed Joel to guide me to the finish.
Each time I saw Joel he would tell me what to expect over the next little bit of the journey. I assume he was driving ahead, checking what was coming up, and then driving back to meet me at the corner.
I wasn’t feeling great, but I was going to finish!
With a mile or so to go I sent Joel off to the finish where he met Ruth and Zac. We had descended the last hill and the rest of the walk was going to be dead flat. As soon as Joel left my pace dropped again. The last mile took me 24 minutes.
At 8 minutes past 4am, 43 hours and 58 minutes after starting my walk, I arrived at the end of Bridge Street, and the end of my mammoth walk. 158 miles, 254km. 303,000 steps recorded by my Fitbit.
I was the first person to circumnavigate the M25 non-stop on foot, and also the fastest.
As soon as I crossed the ‘finish line’ I sat down on a plant holder at the end of the road. But my brain had been focused on moving forward and being on my feet for the last 44 hours, and the moment I sat down I started to feel faint. I lay on the ground before collapsing. I was totally drained.
This wasn’t the furthest I had walked – I walked 381 miles in a 6 day race last year – but it was the furthest I had walked non-stop, and without sleep. I have said it after other long walks before, but I truly believe that this was the hardest walk I have ever done. The fact that I didn’t sit down for 44 hours, and hadn’t slept for almost 48 hours (having woken at 4:30am on Friday), combined with the extremely hilly course, had contributed to this being much harder that I expected.
While lying on the ground I changed my top for some clean, dry clothes and Ruth wrapped me in a blanket while Zac removed my shoes for me. My feet were actually in extremely good condition – just a small blister on the inside of each heel.
After a while to recover, we said goodbye to Joel and I was bundled into the back of the car and taken home. By the time I had had a bath, it was 6:30am when I got into bed and I slept for six hours. When I woke I decided that it would be best to get up immediately rather than spend too much time in bed, as if I slept too long, I might struggle to sleep tonight.
That said, I spent the whole day on the couch with my feet up.
The following day I walked into work and was asked if I had done the walk. My work colleagues couldn’t believe how well I was walking. I’ve found that I can recover extremely quickly from my long walks, and other than an ulcerated tongue (caused by eating too much sugary food, and perhaps a lack of blood supply to my tongue when other parts of my body needed the blood more), I was more or less fully recovered – although still a little tired.
For my own records, I need to record hear that during the walk I had two pain killers and two caffeine tablets. I can’t remember exactly when they were but think the caffeine tablets were at roughly 4am and 10pm Saturday, and the pain killers were after breakfast on Saturday and then after one of the times that Paul and Chloe fed me on Saturday afternoon or evening.
In total, thanks to many generous donations, my walk raised £1,902 including Gift Aid.
The Surrey Comet published this article on the Friday that I started the walk:
There are also a couple inaccuracies in this article including the last paragraph which states that I want to do another fundraising walk (true) but don’t know who I want to raise money for (false). I really enjoyed working with Limbless Association on this project, and have already met with them to start discussions about possible future projects – so stay tuned 🙂
A few more photos
M25 circumnavigation fastest known time:
My time for the M25 circumnavigation is the fastest known time (FKT) for circumnavigating the M25 on foot. The following is evidence to confirm that I walked the full distance:
Fitbit Steps: The following three screenshots show my Fitbit steps for every 5 minutes from start to finish. Whilst I didn’t sit down between when I started and finished, the graphs show when I stopped for foot or toilet breaks: