You’ve got to start somewhere

“Fall seven times, stand up eight”

Japanese proverb

As 2017 draws to a close it’s time to reflect upon another year of running.


  • Ran a self supported 53 miles from Horsham to Chichester in a day
  • Paced Zoe Norman for 25 miles up, down and along the Ridgeway at the Autumn 100
  • Gained valuable insights into running smarter and stronger at Ronnie Staton’s Train Like A Champion workshop
  • Explored some new trails with Phil Hall, the “I’m sure it’s this way” run from Droke to the South Downs Way and back in particular
  • Ran on the trails with my brother Greg for the first time
  • Stood on the start line of the North Downs Way 100 in August and got to 66 miles before being timed out, only 5 weeks after my Dad passed away
  • Met even more excellent people in the running community
  • Volunteered again and loved each and every moment of these races
  • Managed to avoid injury


  • Experienced my first DNF at the North Downs Way 100
  • Had to DNS the Portsmouth Coastal Marathon for the second time, this time around due to illness
  • Failed to run with any consistency, averaging 3 runs per week
  • Fell out of good habits after Ronnie Staton’s Train Like A Champion workshop, lacking focus
  • Continued to pile on the weight due to bad habits and ended the year 21lbs heavier than I was when I ran the South Downs Way 100 in 2015

Plans for 2018:

  • 2 x 50 mile races – Chiltern Wonderland 50 (September) and Wendover Woods 50 (November)
  • Marathons – Giants Head (June),  the Lunertic (July)
  • Half marathons – Portsmouth Coastal Half Marathon (February)
  • Shorter distances – parkruns once a month or so, and one or two 10k races to build speed in the first half of the year

What will I do differently?

I almost wrote what I hoped to do differently but,  as Ronnie Staton rightly says, it’s time to commit.

  • Work with my personal trainer at work (free one hour session every fortnight) to build strength
  • Try Pilates sessions as an additional part of training 
  • Complete Train Like A Champion drills every week
  • Follow the TrainAsOne plan, which has been generated to meet my plans for the year and adapts as my fitness builds
  • Eat less, specifically cutting down  on the sweets, chocolate and cake that are my weakness
  • Move more, including lunchtime walks when at work and being more active generally (less sofa surfing)
  • Return to my practices from the first half of 2015, when I slept longer whole training for the South Downs Way 100
  • Focus on building my mental strength so I can suffer for longer in races – the shorter distances and interval runs in training should help here

Where am I now?

  • Current fitness – 26:58 parkrun on 30 December 2017 (PB 25:15, set in 2015)
  • Current weight – 14st7lbs (racing weight/ideal 12st7lbs)
  • Current state of mind – determined (grrrr)

Learn. Adapt. Improve. Repeat.



What I learned as a pacer at the Autumn 100

I’m a back of the pack runner. Last year I completed my second 100 mile race, the Autumn 100, and in doing so maintained my 100% finish record at this distance. Unfortunately, that record now stands at 67% (2 finished out of 3) after my DNF at this year’s North Downs Way 100 in August. I’m determined to get that NDW100 buckle in 2019 after volunteering again (if chosen) in 2018 and was yet again bowled over by the wonderful trail running community when I received four offers to pace me and one to crew me in the 2019 NDW100, all from friends I’ve made since my ultra marathon debut in 2013. You know who you are. Thank you again.

I am thankful to my running friends Ashley Hurd and Rodrigo Freeman for their help as pacers for leg 3 and leg 4 of the Autumn 100 in 2017. I chose to run my first 100 miler, the South Downs Way 100 in 2015, without a pacer and was delighted to get hold of that buckle on my own, although the company of fellow runners Cath Rooke and Dan Park for large parts of the race were a much needed boost. 

As I was a little wary of the Autumn 100 (correctly anticipating that I wouldn’t get around to recceing any of the course) I was relieved when Rod agreed to pace me for the final leg, especially as he is a much faster runner. When Ash later contacted me to offer his pacing services for leg 3 I quickly accepted. Those guys helped save my race.

Fast forward to 2017 and I offered to pace my good friend Phil Hall for the second half of the SDW100.  Unfortunately, he had to withdraw before half way for health reasons so my first time pacing at an ultramarathon would have to wait.

Cue Zoe Norman messaging me after my finish line volunteering stint at the Chiltern Wonderland 50 miler in September. I had the absolute pleasure of handing over the medals to all of the CW50 finishers that day and was delighted to see Zoe cross the line. She had brightened my day at the NDW100 with the requested M&S Iced n Spiced bun thrust into my hand (and quickly consumed, pre Calippo) at Reigate Hill aid station. Star. 

Zoe finishing CW50 – a lovely shared moment 

[Photo credit: Liam Gibson]

I was taken by surprise by Zoe’s request that I pace her for leg 3 of the Autumn 100. The night section, up onto the very exposed Ridgeway.  I was also thrilled that this wonderful lady, who I’d only met a year ago when we both volunteered at the Reigate Hill aid station for the 2016 NDW100, clearly trusted me enough to do a good job and get her on the way to her second buckle. I quickly agreed and got some essential supplies….

Zoe also got me some to say thank you, not just M&S Iced n Spiced buns but also the race saving jelly snakes!

So what did I learn when pacing Zoe?

  • Pay attention – I forgot to check that Zoe’s water bottles were topped up at the first aid station, something I quickly remedied at the next ones
  • It’s rewarding – focusing upon another’s needs (as with volunteering) brings its own rewards, in thus case seeing how Zoe transformed from lacking energy on the way out to pushing and on a mission on the way back to Goring

Ready for action – hamming it up for the camera before the Ridgeway wind!

[Photo credit: Liam Gibson]

  • Mental strength matters – having the self belief and determination to keep moving forward after more than 50 miles is a true show of character, especially when you feel sick and lack energy as Zoe did on the way up to Chain Hill

That JD fudge!!!

[Photo credit: Lou Fraser]

  • JD fudge is simply superb – thank you Lou Fraser for powering me up the nasty little stretch from Bury Downs to Chain Hill, then giving me a boost on the downhill (and more uphill than I remembered from the way out!) back from Bury Downs to Goring
  • I can run without getting lost sometimes – mainly thanks to the consistently good course marking at Centurion Running events
  • Jelly snakes really are just the tonic in long races – they not only helped me at NDW100 but in pacing duties too

    I was also reminded of the following through my experiences at this race:

    • Centurion Running set the bar very high for all ultra marathon events – volunteers and organisers alike 

    Chain Hill aid station – glowing awesomeness on a blowy Ridgeway!

    [Photo credit: Gareth Allen]

    The Bury Downs volunteers – it was a little bit darker by the time Zoe and I reached them!

    [Photo credit: Lou Fraser]

    • The Ridgeway is hilly and exposed – thankfully, I remembered how cold it was last year and was waiting enough in 3 layers and a waterproof jacket even as Storm Brian continued to work its windy way across the country overnight

    The Ridgeway elevation profile and route for leg 3 – I’m planning to run it in daylight sometime to see it properly!

    • A friendly face can make such a difference to a runner during an ultra marathon – despite the difficulties posed by running in the dead of night with  a head torch lighting  the way, I spotted several runners I knew as they passed us on the way out and or we passed them on the way back, made a point of saying hello and smiling, and noticed how such a small gesture gave them a lift
    • There is almost always more that you can give – barring injury, which I know affected some of the runners (notably the guy who completed the race after breaking his foot 40 miles in, ouch!), if you can just keep running for a few minutes at a time it really makes a dent in the miles in the later stages of the race 

      I’m delighted that Zoe got her buckle, and a new 100 mile PB which is 2 hours quicker than her SDW100 finish time. Superb running Zoe!

      The smile that makes running 100 miles worth it – and it’s lovely to have played a part in that

      [Photo credit: Liam Gibson]

      In summary:

      I enjoyed pacing Zoe so much that I’m certain I’ll be doing more pacing in future events. Running, volunteering and pacing are all worthwhile and rewarding aspects of this sport I’ve grown to love. Now if only I could learn how to crew…..

      North Downs Way 100: Not getting away with it this time

      The 2017 NDW100 was my third 100 mile race. It was my A race of 2017. It was also the first 100 miler that I failed to finish.


      My debut at this distance, the 2015 South Downs Way 100, went well. I trained well and finished it with almost 2 hours to spare. I ran my second 100 miler in 2016, the Autumn 100. After an injury affected build up I managed to finish that too, sailing a little closer to the cut offs but crossing the line with almost 1 hour to spare. I decided after the A100 to abandon any notion of completing the Centurion Grand Slam of 4 x 100 mile races in 2017 and focus on a good performance at the NDW100. This gave me almost 10 months to train and prepare for the race. Surely I would be able to produce a performance I’d be proud of with that amount of time to train? 

      I don’t race often each year and my only plans before the NDW100 were to do the Arun River Marathon in May (I struggled but it’s an absolutely beautiful route and highly recommended) and a self supported run of 50 miles or so (I ran the West Sussex Literary Trail at the end of April and it was an amazing experience). Our annual Easter break to Tenerife included a lot of technical hill running and gave me renewed confidence. I attended Ronnie Staton’s Train Like A Champion workshop for runners in April and learned a lot about prefab and building a stronger running body. All of this was designed to support my plans for a good race in August. 

      So what happened?

      Training experiment 

      I’m a planner. I’m very organised in my professional life and generally in my training. For all of my races up to the end of 2016 I had initially downloaded template plans then written my own. This had worked well until I tried to plan training for both the London Marathon and the North Downs Way 50 in 2016. I injured myself in the marathon and as unable to start NDW50, leading to a frustrating and tentative period of rebuilding ahead of A100. I decided to take the pressure off in 2017 and experiment by training without a specific plan, making it up as I went along every week. 

        My running after a 4 week break post-A100 (far too long a break in hindsight but one I took as a precaution due to my injury affected year and because I felt like a break) was once again based on heart rate training, Maffetone Method style(ish) from November until May. Pretty much all of my runs were at an easy pace, very slow initially and then a little faster as my fitness improved. I did run some of my long runs without focusing on heart rate and going by effort instead, finding that my heart rate was generally at or just above target in these cases anyway. I was focusing on time rather than distance in my training and running back to back long runs most weekends rather than one very long run (typically 3-4.5 hours/16-20 miles on Saturday and 2-2.5 hours/10-12 miles on Sunday), which seemed to work well. My weekly training mileage was typically 30-40 miles. 

        Problem #1 – inconsistent training

        While I was getting the long runs in I was not managing to get regular weekday runs in, sometimes only doing 3 runs a week with 2 of these being weekend long runs. I trusted myself too much and needed the discipline of a training plan and scheduled runs to tick off, even if I swapped some of the sessions or made minor adjustments depending upon how I felt and how my training and fitness was progressing. 

        Problem #2 – diet and racing weight

        It’s no coincidence that my best ultra marathon performance to date, my first race above marathon distance at the 2013 North Downs Way 50, was achieved when I was in the good physical shape and several pounds lighter. To be at racing weight I need to lose around a stone, something I failed to do in 2017 as I let my appetite for all things sweet get the better of me and wasn’t disciplined enough. 

        Pre-race events 


        The last few months have been very challenging. 

        I was served notice of redundancy in May. This was unsettling, even though I’ve been looking for a new challenge for a while, and I have yet to secure another job after leaving in early July. 

        A good friend from running and #MIBUltraTeam leader, Mark Thornberry, was diagnosed with terminal cancer in May. 

        My Dad was admitted to hospital with an infection in mid-June and sadly Dad passed away at the end of June. It took me a while to process this, and I’m still coming to terms with my Dad’s passing. 

        Running and training resumed eventually and gave me comfort.  When my Dad died I questioned whether I could or should run the NDW100 and I had a few weepy training runs discussing the issue with my Dad. Before long my commitment to running the race was even greater than before. It seemed appropriate to face it head on and use the race as an opportunity to prove to myself once again that I can overcome difficulties and as an expression of my gratitude for all my Dad did for me and the way he managed his deteriorating health due to lung disease over the last few years with few complaints. This race would be for my Dad. 

        Being the gent and all round top bloke that he is Mark Thornberry promptly offered to pace me from Detling to the finish, an offer I happily accepted. I had the pleasure of running 23 miles around the Surrey Hills and along parts of the North Downs Way with Mark in mid-July, promptly tripping over some tree roots on the NDW less than half a mile from the end, landing heavily on my right shoulder and then side of my head. 

        This was almost a carbon copy of the fall I had on the Ridgeway during the A100 and, as then, a visit to the NHS walk-in centre confirmed that I hadn’t broken anything. This time though I had heavy bruising to my right shoulder and was advised to rest from running for a week. Therefore, exactly a week later I ran a flat 8 mile trail route with a friend to test my shoulder. On both that and the 9 mile trail run with my NDW100 pack and kit 3 days later my shoulder was sore and uncomfortable but manageable. I decided not to run any more in the week before race day to allow my shoulder to heal as much as possible. I stopped taking ibuprofen and paracetamol two days before the rac even though the shoulder was still uncomfortable. I was definitely going to run the race.  My sole aim was to finish before the 30 hour cut off.

        Registration and race morning

        As I live fairly close to the race start in Farnham I decided to drive up to register and get my race kit checked on the Friday night. It was good to catch up with volunteers Nikki Yeo (local cheerleader, recent convert to ultra marathons and a good runner), David Harvey (fresh from running Western States 100 and the Lakeland 100 in the last 2 months, respect), Phil Bradburn (Grand Slammer in waiting with questionable taste in running socks), Louise Ayling (Grand Slammer and ever reliable aid station captain), Nici Griffin (race organiser and hugger extraordinaire), and James Elson (Race Director and all round good guy). I was back home before 8pm so had plenty of time to rest/panic before race morning.

        My good friend and running buddy Phil Hall picked me up just before 4:30am to drive me to Farnham. It was great catching up and chatting running plans on the way. Thanks for the pep talk Phil. As we arrived at race registration I had the opportunity to chat with Matt Bevan (all round top bloke, runner and personal trainer who loves the South Downs Way) and Ian Lang (another Grand Slammer in waiting). Begore long it was time for the traditional pre-race briefing from James Elson. Little did I know how useful his comments about what to do if you are lost would prove to be in the later stages of my race…

        Heading down to the start where the North Downs Way begins I caught up briefly with Stuart March (photographer extraordinaire who always had a smile and a high five for the runners), Tracey Watson (double Grand Slammer and going for another this year, a total machine and so humble to boot), and Tim Lambert (Rockstar runner and indoor plant expert). A few words with Phil before the race hooter and then we were off. I was on my way to get that buckle.

        Farnham to Puttenham

        Remembering how I’d paced myself really well at SDW100, I set off at a steady pace which felt consistent with the easy running pace of my long training runs. I was wearing my Suunto Ambit 3 Run, set at 100 hour battery level, but didn’t look at my pace. In fact, I realised after 20 minutes of running that instead of starting it when we set off I had pressed the wrong Burton send switched displays. Oh well. Adding 20 minutes to my time would give me something to do and concentrate on as the race progressed. 

        Having run the NDW50 twice before I remembered the first 50 miles, recognising sections of the route as I made my way forward. It also helps that Centurion races are very well marked. I was soon arriving at the first aid station in Puttenham, greeted by a beaming smile and encouragement from Nikki. A quick top up of water and a few snacks in a freezer bag and I was on my way, having decided to make a concerted effort to minimise time spent in aid stations in this race (yes, we all say it every time but one day I’ll get it right).

        Puttenham to Newlands Corner

        The next stretch to Newland Corner was uneventful, with more steady and controlled running, remembering to drink  a when thirsty and trying to stay on top of nutrition by eating little and often. The day was warming up by now and although not as hot as last year’s race day it was humid. It was a joy yet again to see Stuart March snapping away, always guaranteeing that as a runner you’ll break into a smile and do done running for the camera!

        After seeing Lindley Chambers (guru of UK trail running) for the first time – I’d see him again on arriving at Newland Corner – it was a pleasant surprise to bump into Matt Buck (Dragon’s Back race finisher and master of the back to front running cap look) on a run with some of his clients. The hills were staying up get longer at this stage, although running downhill was great fun. The stretch down from St Martha’s Hill reminded me of the running terrain around the Devil’s Punchbowl in Hindhead. Beautiful scenery. I began to catch myself thinking about how far I still  had to run  to get to the finish and emotional it would be crossing the line in Ashford, quickly focusing on Gary Robbins’ race mantra “Don’t think, just do” as I sought to avoid using excessive mental and emotional energy and draining my reserves so early in the race. It also helped distract me from the discomfort I was experiencing with my bruised shoulder on and off.

        [Motivational card in race vest]

        At this stage I started to feel some running on the little toe of my right foot so I sat down to attend to it as soon as I arrived at the aid station. While a volunteer refilled my water bottles – yet again that Centurion volunteers were a ray of sunshine and support through the the race, so thank you all – I removed my Injinji socks and put some more Lanacane on my feet. Thankfully there were no signs of a blister.

        Newlands Corner to Box Hill

        Problem #3 – being over cautious and losing valuable time

        I had run part of this and all of the next stretch with Mark on our circular route in July and during my recce run from Ranmore Common to Reigate Hill and back in June. Remembering to take a few moments to look at the scenery around on the hilltops as I entered from yet another wooded section, I started to tire during this section. I love woodland trails but after taking a tumble on my run with Mark I was running cautiously in these sections, wary of tripping up again and ending my race.  Goodness knows what anyone would have thought had the seen me having a full on Basil Fawlty moment as I recognised tree roots which I had tripped over previously and exchanged some choice words and shakes of the fist as I ran (carefully) past…

        [Inspiration for my tree root rant]

        Before long I was heading along Ranmore Common towards the lovely descent  a through the Debbie’s vineyard, stopping briefly to ask someone’s  a crew for a water top up as I had almost run out and knew there was another 2-3 miles to go until the next aid station. Thank you mystery crew man. Thereafter I carried a third soft flask of water with me as the sun shone and the temperature increased. 

        I expected to arrive at the 24 mile aid station, at the foot of Box Hill, between 11:00 and 11:30am. I got there bang on 11:30, with 90 minutes to spare until the cut off. Mark was waiting there with a smile and a pork pie (which was an absolute treat), having greeted all of the runners coming through before me. Stopping again to sort my feet out – still no signs of a blister, more lubrication applied) I the grabbed my first drink of Coke of the day, water top ups and some food to eat on the hike up to the top of Box Hill. 

        box hill ndw100 (2)

        [Photo credit: Mark Thornberry]

        Box Hill to Reigate Hill

        Once across the stepping stones the steps beckoned. Many, many steps. Bloody steps. Head down, pork pie and munchies consumed, I was soon at the top and soaking in the views. This section is the list gnarly I’d run on the NDW to date and I knew that my progress to Reigate Hill would be slow after my recce run reminder. I relaxed, tried to run wherever possible and hiked the climbs with purpose. I didn’t dawdle but was very cautious in the twisty, narrow, rooty sections. 

        The onset of a thunderstorm and a downpour of rain on my way up Colley Hill and Reigate Hill didn’t dampen my spirits – I’d been looking forward to a Calippo at the hut on Reigate Hill all morning so I duly bought one! 

        reigate hill zoe

        [Photo credit: Zoe Norman]

        By the time I reached the aid station at Reigate Hill I was only just over an hour inside the cut off. My safety buffer was reducing and it made me nervous. Thankfully Zoe Norman (smiler and fellow Reigate Hill volunteer in 2016) was waiting for me with a smile, a hug and an M&S Iced and Spiced bun – the food of gods on an ultra marathon. Thank you again Zoe. A quick chat, foot check and lube, and food and drink top ups and I was off down the hill. Not running, eating a Calippo and a bun.

        Reigate Hill to Caterham

        The trail was now slippery after the heavy rain, which has stopped as I left the aid station. From here onwards the trails and fields were slippery underfoot, making the narrow sections with brambles one side and barbed wire on the other tricky to negotiate. I trod carefully and lost more valuable time. No complaints here though – the conditions were the same for all of the runners. During this section my brother Greg texted to ask me how it was going. I told him that I could feel my energy levels were low and my shoulder has been troubling me and quite uncomfortable for a fair few miles. This was a low point in my race but an encouraging text back from my brother lifted my spirits.

        I was, however, getting increasingly anxious about missing the cut offs now. Wherever running looked a possibility I ran. I pushed on. I continued to hike the hills with purpose. I made the most of the road sections on the way to Caterham, once more in the rain, and I kept pushing and moving forward. I wasn’t giving in without a fight and reached the aid station at Caterham with over an hour to spare to the cut off. At least I was consistent!

        Once again checking my feet I discovered a blister on the big toe of my left foot. It hadn’t yet burst but after taking advice fun the volunteers one of them cleaned it then drained it and covered it with one of my Compeed plasters and some zinc oxide tape to keep it in place. That’d do for now. It did the job for the rest of my race, do thank you volunteers. However, this cost me time and I left the aid station in the company of fellow back of the pack runners Emma Lewis and Ali Amanat and with only 60 minutes to the cut off. 

        Caterham to Botley Hill

        The rain had stopped by the time I left Caterham and it wouldn’t rain again. Progress continued to be slow, with lots of narrow single track trails and those bloody “Dave Stuart” steps to go down near Oxted. I was so far back in the race that I missed the great man himself (another Grand Slammer). I ran through the fields and hiked as quickly as I could up Botley Hill to the next aid station. I was pushing as I looked at the time to the Botley Hill cut off reducing. 

        By the time I reached it I had 40 minutes to spare so I grabbed a boiled egg with salt (genius), jelly with rice pudding, and fruit to eat and some egg sandwiches, banana bread, fruit and sweets to eat on the way. I left with about 35 minutes to the cut off.

        Botley Hill to Knockholt (50 mile aid station)

        I kept pushing now. As I got closer to Knockholt and the half way point I passed a couple of runners who were walking and talked of being timed out at the next aid station. No bloody way was I getting timed out. I managed to run most of this section, bar the uphills and a few short walking breaks, and got to the aid station with 45 minutes to the cut off (like I said, consistent!). 

        It was great to see Kiernan Easton (the whistling runner), Alma Botes (saviour of many a race with her hot food) and Ilsuk Han (multiple 100 mile finisher and such a consistently paced runner who hunts people down but in a nicee way). 

        Hot food consumed ✔️ Rice pudding consumed ✔️ Running top, buff and cap changed ✔️ Chafing addressed and socks changed ✔️ Jelly snakes from drop bag added to doggy bag (wish I’d taken the lot rather than half the bag, they were ace) ✔️ Banter with Kiernan ✔️ Irn Bru taken from drop bag to drink on the run ✔️ Out with 25 minutes to spare ✔️

        Now I’d like to have left earlier but I really needed to address that chafing before it got unmanageable and sort my feet. I still had a chance. I was going to carry on and keep pushing. 

        Knockholt to Wrotham

        After spotting Ira Rainey (Mr Green Man Ultra) on way out of the aid station and exchabging greetings I walked out of the village and up to rejoin the North Downs Way and head to Wrotham. I had 3 hours and 20 minutes to cover the 10 mile stretch. It was going to be dark soon and I hadn’t recced any of this part of the route. This was going to be close.

        It started really well when I failed to spot a huge horizontal tree branch and promptly ran head first into it. Doh! 

        Dazed but not confused I stopped by the gate at the top of the hill to get my head torch out of my pack and ready to use later as the light was starting to fade. I also turned my cap around so I looked like a skater dude (or pratt, take your choice) and would be able to see where I was running properly. There was a lovely downhill stretch then, less wonderful with 50 miles in your legs than 10, but a welcome release nonetheless. 

        Problem #4 – lack of knowledge of the whole route

        I was soon at the road and checked my Harvey’s map of the NDW for the first time to avoid heading the wrong way. There was tape marking the way but as the light faded it became more difficult to see tape ahead and I wanted to be sure I was going the right way. I was, which is strange feeling for this, let’s say, inconsistent navigator.  Anyway, I managed to stay on the NDW – once again checking the route when I found a Centurion arrow pointing obebway but the NDW another (pesky kids messing about with the signs) – and soon had my head torch on. Now this was both a blessing (I couldn’t see the hill climbs and more bloody steps that awaited) and a curse (I couldn’t see you hill climbs and more bloody steps that awaited) for me as struggled to calculate how fast I had to run the flat and runnable sections and saw my safety margin on the cut off for Wrotham aid station eroding as I marched on.

        With hindsight, I really shouldn’t have hiked the whole stretch through Otford. It dragged on for ages and was a runnable incline. The next climb was up yet more steps at Otford Mount. I need more steps in my life to be ready for this race next time!

        More slippery fields eventually led to a long, steady incline to Wrotham and the aid starion. I could see lights in the distance and as the time ticked away I ran this uphill stretch with renewed determination. I dug in and continued running where I would normally have stopped for a breather, desperate to about missing the cut off and not wanting to look back later and wish I had kept running for another few minutes if I did miss the cut off. 

        [This is how I felt as the cut off began getting closer]

        I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the aid station, running up to the hut and grabbing some food and water top ups. I was out with 10 minutes to spare but forgot to ask for some pants. Bugger. I was wearing my Runderwear (which I love) and was hoping I wouldn’t be too late to get a free pair from the Runderwear crew, completely forgetting to ask in my haste to depart. Anyway, the volunteers bid me farewell and good luck.

        Wrotham to Holly Hill (well, almost)

        Now things got very tricky.  I had 1 hour 35 minutes to run 5.7 miles.  This would be a struggle and I knew that I would have to run at a faster average pace than I had managed in the last 10 mile section, a mere 16.5 minutes per mile. I couldn’t afford to walk too much given the hill climbs still to come.  I wasn’t giving to though and would keep going. Don’t think, just do.

        Then I made my first call to James Elson. I got confused about which turning to take at the roundabout. I was moving more slowly in the darkness (despite my head torch and a full moon, go figure) and could feel my energy levels dropping but pushed on.

        Dropping down from a field and trough a gate I completely missed the tape on the gate a few yards ahead and trotted along the road, getting confused when I could not see the NDW marked at the next junction. Retracing my steps after again reviewing my map I soon spotted the tape and went through the gate snd in towards Trosley Country Park. Idiot. Time was flipping away and fatigue was clearly affecting my concentration.

        As I entered the park I came to the realisation that unless I ran as hard as I could on a good day (and I was almost 65 miles in) then I wouldn’t make the 1:15am cut off at Holly Hill aid station. I walked through the park (maybe I should have kept running) until I reached the green gate. I left the park with 10 minutes until the cut off. I had about a mile to go toHolly Hill. Maybe I could do it? 

        Then I couldn’t find the way to go. I got confused. I could see some red tape but where was the next bit? I just couldn’t work out which way to go next, despite looking at the map several times. Which was the right way? The NDW marker post sent me back downhill but that meant heading away from the direction I needed to go to get to Holly Hill. Surely they couldn’t be right? Right then I knew without a doubt that my race was over.

        I rang James Elson again (sorry James, I promise I don’t have you on speed dial now) and explained that I was going to miss the 66 mile cut off and was a bit lost. After a bit more exploring I called James again and he kindly arranged for two of the Holly Hill volunteers to come to meet me at the exit from the park and give me a lift to the sweeper bus. By now the sweeper has been through and all their had been removed so I was even more disoriented.

        I texted Mark Thornberry to let him know that I wouldn’t make it to Detling and to thank him again for offering to pace me. I do wish that I’d had the opportunity to “enjoy” (after 82 miles) the final miles with  Mark. Thsbk you, my friend.

        As I waited at the green gate for the volunteers I took a few moments to reflect and posted this update on Facebook, summing up my feelings at that moment:


        The aftermath 

        After getting to the finish at Ashford via the sweeper bus around 6am on Sunday I caught up with Stuart March and Nici Griffin once more, ate a delicious and much needed sausage in a bun and has a coffee. I spoke with a couple of other runners who’s finished the race in under 24 hours – total respect on that course – and got changed before sharing a taxi to Ashford International station with Sarah Cameron (2nd place lady and very modest up  a boot) and the ever persistent Cat (who also DNFd) to catch my train home.

        Waiting for the first of 4 trains I’d be taking to get home (3 changes necessitating staying awake to get home and not end up miles away) I sat and started to scroll through the comments on my Facebook post from earlier in the morning. Reading the supportive and encouraging comments from so many friends and family was quite emotional, especially when I saw the comments from my brother and my Mum, who summed up how my Dad would have felt and what he’d be saying to me if he was here right now:

        He would have been very proud that you gave it your all. That’s what he instilled in you from a young age and you learned the lesson well. Head up son and walk tall. Xxxxx

        The tears started to flow once more as I felt a mixture of sadness, relief, disappointment and pride. Writing this blog post brought all of these emotions to the fore once again.

        I didn’t get that buckle or to raise a toast to my Dad at the finish line with his favourite beer. I will do. I will do. I will be back.

        What have I learned?

        I am stronger than I thought – I can keep running for a lot longer than I often do in races (sandbagger)

        I need to do the following:

        • Ensure there is structure to my training
        • Run more often and consistently, as I missed too many weekday sessions
        • Include more variation, including fast and tempo running sessions
        • Return to weekly hill repeat sessions, which worked so well for SDW100
        • Get more confident running on technical trails and around tree roots
        • Recce the whole of the race route where possible
        • Recce the last 40 miles of the NDW100 route ahead of my next attempt

        A DNF is a valuable learning experience and not a sign of failure – after all, it’s only jogging

        I need to try different socks – maybe going back to the Drymax ones where used for my first ultra or trying Injinji liner socks rather than the full trail ones

        Egg sandwiches are a winner after 43 miles of running

        Jelly snakes are fantastic race nutrition

        What will I do now?

        • Take a week or two off running to recharge – but not as long as after A100 as I don’t want to lose fitness 
        • Review and refresh my training – get back to writimg my own training plans and running more consistently
        • Be disciplined and complete regular strength and mobility sessions – do Ronnie Staton’s drills weekly
        • Get my tendency to overindulge and eat “all of the food” under control – cut down on sweets and desserts 

        I’m ready.

          Some recommended reading and listening for ultra marathon runners:

          Tim Lambert wrote an excellent blog post on 100 mile races and the importance of mental strength – you can read this here

          Gary Robbins is a superb runner, having completed and holding the course record for the brutal Hurt 100 (Google it!) sbd so very nearly completing the Barkley Marathons this year at the third attempt – listen to his story and approach to running here

          Forget the “I’ll be back” clichés, Arnold Schwarzenegger is an astute operator and his interview with Tim Ferriss covers topics including mental strength, training and competition – listen here

          A final note – Mark Thornberry’s GUCR fundraising run

          This meant that he missed out on running the Grand Union Canal Race, one of his main goals this year after completing the Centurion 100 mile Grand Slam in 2016. Mark went public with his news the Monday after NDW100. He’s determined not to go down without a fight though and plans to run the 145 mile length of the Grand Union Canal, from Birmingham to London, over 3 days in early September 2017 to raise much needed funds for the liver unit at Kings Hospital in London. Mark has invited his friends and family to join him for part or all of the run or provide support along the route and the response from the running community has been overwhelming. I’m proud to call him my friend and I’ll be joining Mark at some stage on his run. 

          If you enjoyed reading my race report and/or take anything away from it to help you in your own struggles, running or otherwise, the it would mean a lot to me if you would give whatever you can afford to support Mark’s fundraising efforts. You can find out more and donate by clicking here.








          Arun River Marathon 

          I ran the Arun River Marathon on 14 May. I found it a slog, finishing in a personal worst marathon time * of 5h34m. Still, I finished. An absolutely beautiful route, a warm day, an interesting climb up the South Downs Way from Amberley and great to see Luke Ashton, Shawn Timmons and Paul Sahota running it and Darren Chilcott, John Fitzgerald and Steve Amiet volunteering. Great race Jason Mccardle and Chris Ette.

          * This marathon was 27 miles, bonus mile and extra value for money!

          Close thing – almost face planted twice in the 1st 1/2 due to tree roots and momentary lapses in concentration, somehow staying upright on both occasions

          Pacing – ran to feel, ran 1st 1/2 focusing on quick cadence and form, faded in 2nd 1/2 to run/walk, more running in last 1/4 though and overtook 5 runners in the last 2 miles 

          Enjoying the first half of the race [Photo credit: Jon Lavis]

          Nutrition – ballsed this up, didn’t eat often enough, struggled with energy levels as a result, finally got stuck into the Percy Pigs at mile 22, 24 and 25

          Hydration – warm day, drank to thirst, went okay

          The wobbly bridge at Amberley [Photo credit: Luke Ashton]

          Mental strength – awful middle 1/3, too much walking, regrouped in final 1/3 and focused on running to and then beyond trees, bends in the river, gates, etc.

          Surviving the second half of the race [Photo credit: Jon Lavis]

          Route – stunning

          Heading back towards Arundel on the second half of the race

          The River Arun 

          The climb up Amberley Mount on the way to the half way turnaround point – with breathtaking views

          The climb up Amberley Mount continues….

          Heading along the South Downs Way to the turnaround point

          A lovely flat run by the river until the South Downs Way ascent and descent

          This is an absolutely beautiful race route. After the race I concluded that my fitness needs a lot of work if I’m to be fit for NDW100, although I was heartened  a by the fact that the final 1/3 showed I could keep running when I pushed myself and need to be more consistent with this. I need to work on mental strength in my training, as I did so well in preparing for the 2015 SDW100. Finally, my nutrition strategy needs more focus.

          The following weekend I had two really strong, confidence building long runs, a hilly 17 mile run on the Saturday and a less hilly but still undulating 11 miler on the Sunday.

          Am I ready for my third 100 mile race? Only time will tell but I’m more confident now than I was immediately after the Arun River Marathon. 10 weeks to go until NDW100, giving me plenty of time to train both physically and mentally to make sure I get that third buckle.

          West Sussex Literary Trail self supported run

          Or as it should be known this time of year, The Bluebell Trail. I have never seen so many bluebells. There were so many alongside the trail in the first 15 miles or so it was truly magical. Like a bluebell carpet through the woods as far as we could see in several places. Just beautiful.


          Before I get into the details, some background to this run.  Last year I set a new marathon PB at the London marathon but thereafter had a frustrating year with injury, somehow managing to get myself to the finish of the Autumn 100 in October off the back of far from ideal training and running mileage.  This year I have focused on rebuilding my aerobic base using heart rate based training for several months up to now and running for fun, seeing what happens in races rather than going for specific time goals.

          With this in mind, I decided in late 2016 that I would withdraw my registration for the Thames Path 100 on 29-30 April as I knew I wouldn’t be ready to run 100 miles yet and the thought of running that far on flat riverside paths doesn’t really appeal. I prefer running hilly routes, with natural walking breaks and a bit more variation in scenery to be honest, which is why I’m still signed up for the North Downs Way 100 in August (although I’m still apprehensive about this). I have wanted to do a self supported run for a while but never got around to planning it and originally decided to run around the Isle of Wight following the Coastal Path. However, after lots of research and thinking I decided to leave this for next year, feeling that a 70 mile run might take too much out of me at this stage. I looked for alternatives online and found out about the West Sussex Literary Trail (WSLT), a 55 mile trail running from Horsham to Chichester. Perfect. I could drive the 7 miles to Chichester, get the train to Horsham, then run back and drive home. All in the same day. Or so I thought, at least…

          The WSLT was created in 2007 and as you can see from the route profile above the biggest hills are “enjoyed” in the last half marathon or so of the trail. The WSLT joins up with the Downs Link, South Downs Way, Monarch’s Way and the New Lipchis Way along the route and I saw this as too good an opportunity to miss, giving me the chance to enjoy some new trails and see parts of West Sussex that I have driven through but had not yet explored on foot, especially the valley in Duncton.  There is some information about the trail online, with photos of the route sufficient to further enthuse me, but this is fairly limited. However, I did find the notes from a walker who had completed the trail over several days useful, particularly in light of the fact that my navigation skills aren’t great. I also invested in the other two Ordnance Survey maps that cover the WSLT.

          I kept my plans quiet, confiding in a couple of running friends, until three days before the date of the run. I wanted to challenge myself and push my limits by having to find my way back, keep moving and carry all I needed with me. I estimated that I would be able to complete the run in 15 hours or less, having made allowances for additional time needed map reading and stopping along the way for water top ups and some food. Matt Bevan, who lives in Horsham, had agreed to run the first few miles with me and I was looking forward to catching up and some company as I embarked on this adventure. I then posted about my run on Facebook – I find that making my plans public makes me more likely to achieve my goal as I feel publicly accountable. I was astounded when less  than five minutes later Chris Brisley asked if I wanted company for the whole run. I quickly accepted, knowing that Chris would be great company and reassured by the fact that he had hiked from London to Land’s End in 2015 and had better navigational skills than me! This turned out to be a very good decision as there was lots of map and compass reading using a combination of Chris’ electronic hand held GPS map device and my three paper maps along the way.

          Getting started – Horsham to the Downs Link

          I met up with Matt and Chris at Horsham train station and we decided to join the trail a mile or so to the West rather than head down into the town centre and the official start (the Shelley Fountain which marks this is no longer there) and then back up in the direction of the station, so after a quick look at my paper OS map Matt led us off towards where the trail joins the golf course. We walked to warm up, chatting about running, fitness, nutrition, personal training, exploring new trails in your local area, and more. Once we reached the golf course we started to run and son found ourselves going through Bailing Hill Deer Farm, with over a dozen deer gathered in the corner of one of the enclosures to our right and in the one we went through. What a lovely start to the day.

          After leaving the deer park we headed across open fields and into the first of many woodland trails with bluebells galore. It truly was amazing how many bluebells we saw over the next few hours and I soon realised that I could not have picked a better time of year or day for this running adventure. The weather was perfect for running as it was dry, the sun was out and it was about 10 degrees Celsius.

          During this section of the trail we ran through woods, savouring the aroma of the wild garlic which was flourishing there, and across fields and along country roads. It was delightful. We also made the first of several wrong turns as we departed from the trail and then found our way back through a combination of paper map reading, satellite maps and using a compass. Chris kindly spent the next couple of hours helping me to learn and practice using a compass with a map, a skill I had been well and truly lacking up to this point. Upon reaching the Downs Link we promptly headed in the wrong direction towards the North Downs Way for a mile or so before realising our error and heading back towards Itchingfield. Still, it gave us more time to chat with Matt before he left us to head home, having discovered a new trail to run on in his local area as, like most people I’ve mentioned it to and the few walkers and runners we asked when we were off track on the Downs Link, he had never heard of the WSTL before. Strava segment victories await you Matt!

          Tiredness level: 3/10 – “This is awesome!”

          Matt leaves us – The Downs Link to Nutborne Common 

          Checking the time and distance covered so far it became clear to me that my 15 hours goal may have been  a a little optimistic. Stopping to navigate and the fact that not all of the WSLT was clearly marked with the trail discs on posts along the way coupled with the fact that the hilliest part of the route was in the final third and we expected our pace to slow then as darkness set in.  Thankfully Chris no longer had to catch a train back to London from Chichester as he had booked a hotel so there was no time pressure. This wasn’t a race so there were no cut offs to stop us finishing it and we were on an adventure, so I stopped worrying about what time we might reach the end and focused on enjoying the experience.

          The next couple of miles involved regular map reading stops, giving Chris ample chance to test my newly acquired compass and map reading skills. We were glad of the opportunity to break into a run for a sustained period as we ran past yet more bluebells, the imposing Muntham House School and into Barns Green, passing fields with llamas, ponies and sheep along the way as well as a country house alongside the trail with both the US and British flags flying outside, a Pontiac  Firebird in the drive, strange face sculptures (red and white  a plastic heads, kind of Easter Island-lite) in the back garden and huge carved chairs in the house visible through floor to ceiling windows. Further down the trail we saw a large number of bullocks who took an interest in us, thankfully from behind a gate in the field they were in on the other side of the trail to us. Chris gave me a lesson in cow and bullock behaviour and encouraged them to come over and say hello. I’m still keen to avoid them all and Chris agreed that if we had to go through their field it would have been wise to find an alternative route!

          Then we got to woods where the mud was dried up but the trail was so rutted we were reduced to a walk for fear of turning an ankle before reaching the utterly glorious setting of the Nyetimber vineyard in Nutbourne. Running through here in glorious sunshine as the temperature rose was one of the highlights for me. Running low on water and having just enough to last until we topped up in the first country pub of the day was less fun.

          Tiredness level: 4/10 – “Why don’t more people do this?”

          Hotting up now – Nutborne Common to Amberley

          It was really getting warm now and I found myself wondering how I’ll cope with the heat at NDW100 in August. “Do I really want to put myself through that? Can I run 100 miles when it’s hotter than this if I’m feeling it today?” Then I remembered that I won’t need to carry as much weight in a race with aid stations and drop bags and felt better. Maybe I can get that buckle to add to my South Downs Way 100 and Autumn 100 finishes?

          The next part of the route saw us head past another golf club and through Parham airfield. There was a fair bit of running along  country roads in this section and neither of us particularly enjoyed that. “Bring on the twisty, turny woodland trails please!” Another pub stop to top up water was followed by a long run/walk through Parham Park (about 1.5 miles along a road through the park) and the impressive Parham House. Here we caught our first sight of the majestic hills of the South Downs Way and stopped briefly to admire the view and wonder just how much the house was worth. Although there was no sign of deer we saw a lone fox cub bounding through the grass before heading back to its home. Cute. Leaving Parham Park we headed towards Amberley and looked on in awe at the long expanse of hill to our left (Amberley Mount, part of the South Downs Way) and rolling countryside (Amberley Wild Brooks) and the River Arun to our right. Simply stunning views here. 

          After topping up our water in the local pub – and having another discussion about where we were going to and had come from, swiftly followed by disbelief that we were running as they thought we were cycling it – we headed down the hill to the village store and took the opportunity to take off our packs, get some real food on board (a cheese and tomato sandwich accompanied by a cold can of Coke in my case) and take a much needed break. It was good to eat something normal after eating snacks all day. There are only so many nut variations you can take for hour after hour. Oh how I missed the aid station buffets during this run! By this stage we had covered almost half of the total distance and I was feeling it. The longest run I had done since the Autumn 100 in October was 23 miles a couple of months ago so my legs were feeling it. I was remembering how it feels to run an ultra marathon…..

          Tiredness level: 6/10 – “How far do we have left to run now?”

          Cows and hills – Amberley to Duncton

          After our food stop we decided to walk for a while to minimise the stress on our digestive system and headed off down the hill towards Amberley train station and the Houghton Bridge, stopping briefly to chat with another runner heading up the hill who had just run from Littlehampton along the River Arun as he recced the route of the Arun River Marathon. Strangely enough, this is my next race and I’m really looking forward to it as my first experience of a Sussex Trail Events race as a runner, having volunteered at the Downs Link Ultra in October 2016. Upon reaching Houghton Bridge we started to run again, heading along the river bank and around the cows who had decided to chill out and chew the cud by the river. Our legs were really feeling it now but we decided we might as well run (albeit slowly) and chip away at the miles to come. Reaching a barrier across the trail it dawned upon us that we were, err, on the wrong side of the river and had deviated (again) from the WSLT. Whoops. We had no option but to retrace our steps to the bridge, about 1/2 mile away, back past the cows who had by now decided to block the stile. Thankfully Chris is calmer around the bovine bullies and led the way as we edged our way through the motley crew and through a gate to the bridge. Phew!

          Tiredness level: 8/10 – “Why am I doing this? I could have taken the train from Amberley. Too late now! I don’t know if I can run ultras anymore. Maybe I’ll stick to a sensible distance like half marathons.”  

          Back on the correct side of the River Arun we headed North along the riverbank before heading West towards Bury then Bignor and Sutton, where I had a much needed ice cold Coke at the White Horse pub. We rested here for 15 minutes or so and put on another layer of clothing as the temperature had started to drop.

          Tiredness level: 6/10 – “I feel much better now. That Coke did the trick. Perhaps I can run this bit? “

          Leaving the pub we headed North along a narrow trail with nettles either side. Not being a wearer of calf sleeves sometimes has its disadvantages and there was much muttering under my breath along the lines of “Ooh, these pesky nettles!!”). Before long we passed Duncton Mill, then turning off the road and up a steeppath which snaked around and to the top of Duncton Hanger, walking alongside and at times almost underneath some huge trees which were holding on to the edge by just a few roots. Finally able to go downhill we broke into a run and soon emerged alongside a huge field of rape seed at Duncton Down. We ran past this and headed downhill.

          [Photo credit: @chrisbrisley]

          Tiredness level: 8/10 – “Everywhere looks a lot closer on the map than it is in reality. That last section seemed to take forever. Thank goodness for a bit of downhill running. Hmmm. We’re on our way to join the South Downs Way so the uphill climbs will only get longer. Oh joy.” 

          Are we at the South Downs Way yet? – Duncton to Singleton

          When we reached the bottom of the hill we realised that we had missed a turn coming out of Duncton Hanger and would need to go back up the hill to rejoin the WSLT and follow this through Duncton Quarry and the chalk pits. Checking the map we decided that rather than head back uphill we would run West along the A285 and join the SDW at Littleton Farm, heading up Littleton Down to rejoin the WSLT where it officially meets up with the SDW at Stinkingspit Bottom (you couldn’t make it up). Once we turned off the road we began the long climb up to Graffham Down and once again marvelled/moaned at the rolling hills of the South Downs Way, Chris really suffering with his stomach by now but absolutely storming it marching up the hill. Upon reaching Graffham Down we stopped to put on our headtorches as the last of the daylight faded and then broke into a slow run along the Downs by headtorches, watching out footing on the rocky, chalky path as we went. Less than a mile later we turned South and ran along the trail between Eastdean Wood and Forest Hanger. Both Chris and I loved this section, following the light through the woods and dodging tree roots and running along twisting woodland trails after the hard chalk of the South Downs Way. 

          On the way to Chalton we somehow lost the trail when it seemed to disappear while we were running on it and ended up clambering through a barbed wire fence and walking across a field of tall grass with lots of uneven ground before stumbling  a across the WSLT again. Running across this field towards the lights in the distance I noticed a pair of eyes in the darkness ahead and called out “Look Chris. There ate deer in the field. Wow.” A few seconds later there was an almighty rumble and I caught sight of a single cow at the back of the pack as they stampeded in front of us and stopped ahead and to the right. After a very quick discussion we agreed to keep running and get the heck out of that field before they decided to take a closer look…..

          We soon left the field and along another gravel path towards Chalton, where we left the WSLT to go to the last pub and water stop at the Fox Goes Free. This ended up being a fairly long stop as Chris tried to stop shivering and settle his stomach. I don’t mind admitting that at one point while we were here, after checking the comments in response to my Facebook updates throughout the day and thinking about how far we had come and how close we were to finishing, I got a bit emotional and reminded myself to get this thing done.

          Tiredness level: 8/10 – “Are we there yet? How much more of this hard chalk do we have to run on?”

          Almost there – Singleton to Chichester

          The biggest hills had been saved for this part of the route, which was nice. Chris was trying to warm up as we left Chalton at a run and we soon passed through Singleton and past the church and Manor Farm. By this point we were walking with  a purpose and our running had come to an end. Chris was holding on and determined to finish despite continuing to suffer with his stomach and unable to eat. I was glad that it was dark as I knew how long and steep the climb is up to Goodwood race course and then to the top of St Roche’s Hill and The Trundle, an Iron Age hill fort with panoramic views of Chichester and the surrounding area (not that we could see anything except the street lights and lit up buildings as it was midnight by now), so the darkness meant that we could focus on one step at a time without seeing the climbs before us. 

          After descendng the hill from The Trundle we should have taken a looping route heading West then South towards Lavant to stay on the WSLT route but as it was much later than planned and we were both knackered I spotted another note direct route South we could take and we agreed to do so. As we headed down Chalkpit Lane we soon wondered if we had made the right decision as the ground was rock hard, uneven and we had to switch from one side to another to avoid the gulleys and the risk of turning an ankle on tired legs. The shortcut also seemed to go on and on and on but eventually we were on our way through Lavant, took another wrong turn and managed to get back on track by crossing a ford, which was bone dry thankfully, on the way to the outskirts of Chichester and another long walk through Summersdale before reaching Chichester city centre and the Ship Hotel where Chris and his girlfriend Oksana were staying. A handshake from Chris and hug from Oksana later I walked a further 3 minutes on to Chichester Cathedral and the official end of the trail. It was just after 1am. We had done it. 51 miles by GPS watch, 53 miles by Chris’ GPS satellite map device. Far enough either way. A good training run and substantial time on feet as I head towards NDW100.

          Chris was soon warming up in a hot bath in his hotel and reflecting upon our adventure while I had the opportunity to cool down by walking the mile back to my car before driving home, showering and collapsing into bed. I was really hungry but exhaustion won the battle there, at least until I had a bout of restless legs syndrome familiar to ultra runners as they try to sleep after races.

          Tiredness level: 9/10 – “Ouch. I hope my legs work in the morning.”

          Sense of satisfaction: 10/10 – “Yes! Yes! Yes! I bloody well did it!”

          Running kit used

          Salomon S-Lab Advanced Skin 12 set (2014) pack – I managed to get lots into this:

          • 2 x 500ml soft flasks + 1 x 500 ml handheld Ultimate Direction bottle
          • Spare buff + t-shirt + arm sleeves + long sleeved base layer + Inov8 waterproof jacket
          • OS maps x 3
          • Compass + first aid kit + Lanacane anti-chafing gel + wipes + toilet paper (thankfully not required)
          • Mobile phone in waterproof case
          • Wallet and keys
          • Nutrition in the form of snack size chocolate peanut bars, peanut bars, nut and seed pockets, raisins, and peanut M&Ms

          Positives from the run:

          • no stomach issues 
          • learned how to use a compass with a map
          • proved to myself I can do a self supported run
          • lots of time on feet in preparation for the North Downs Way 100

             Room for improvement:

            • navigation
            • more hill work needed to get ready for the North Downs Way 100

              Final thoughts:

              Thanks to Matt and Chris for joining me on this journey and making it such an epic adventure. 

              I have the confidence to embark upon some more self supported runs now and already have some ideas and will be looking to share the experience with others once again.

              Trail running is awesome. I absolutely love this sport and community.

              England is beautiful. There is so much amazing, picturesque, varied countryside to explore and I am so glad I decided to take on this challenge. 

              There’s a market for an all night kebab can on the route from Chichester Cathedral to Bishop Luffa school for runners who have just completed the West Sussex Literary Trail. A missed opportunity I tell you as I’d have eaten it all – and I don’t even like kebabs!!

              North Downs Way 100 is on 😀

              Janathon is no more

              Day 9. Not done. 

              I had planned to go out for another run tonight but I have something important I need to spend my time on this evening. I’m also aware that after 8 consecutive days of running it would be wise to give my legs a rest to avoid overdoing it and minimise injury risk. I don’t want a repeat of last year’s injury problems. 

              I plan to continue to run consistently as I rebuild my aerobic base and fitness gradually and will be back out tomorrow. Consistent running is key and so is not getting injured. 

              I’ve got my running mojo back thanks to my Janathon journey so far and this is yet the start. Onwards.