22nd March Hardmoors 55 (55mi)
17th May Cateran Trail (55mi)
15th June Scarfell Trail Marathon (42km)
Early June Ennerdale Horseshoe (23mi)
UTLD100 (100mi) (arse – full, missed the entry date)
4th October Lakes 3 x 3000 (80km)19th October Ennerdale Trail (50km)
22nd March Hardmoors 55 (55mi)
Totals Week Starting 15th April 2013
Location: South-West Coast Path, Cornwall
Total Mileage: 29.6
Total Time (hh:mm): 04:42
Total Ascent Feet: approx. 7502
Its annoying to be at this stage in the year with the races ahead that I have and to be at this low level of training.
At the end of February my plica started to twinge again. This is my reoccurring niggle but its last occurrence was in March 2011. unlike the last time though, where I could not identify a trigger event, I believe I isolated the the likely event/events that triggered this episode. During a long run in the tail end of February I think I over extended my landing leg on some pretty harsh/technical downhills, not leaning forward enough, so that my foot was landing far ahead of my centre of gravity, effectively acting as a break and unnecessarily impacting the knee joint.
So on a subsequent run it just went – the plica inflaming and strumming against the hard aspects of my knee like a guitar string being plucked.
On this happening I stop running. For about three weeks. Then started to run a bit. Slowly, for short distances, with the knee strapped.
Due to work (and a mental belief that I knew what I was doing) I did not go to see a physio till the beginning of April. At this point I needed a a bit of confirmation as to what the niggle was, a refresher course of knee-tapping (Edit: I think I mean taping – knee tapping might work but I have limited rhythm) and more tape. Jeroen confirmed that it was my plica and that yes my strapping had gotten sloppy (tapping too high pushing the knee back in to the joint not cradling it) and two roles of tape.
So its April. Running is good again. Not least as I am at presently in Cornwall my joint third favourite county (Joint 1st Cumbria/ North Yorkshire; joint 3rd Cornwall/ Suffolk).
Yet I am in April with a lot of work to do….
Though I might do the odd additional marathon before the AC100, especially if anything in the US catches my fancy and there are paces still available. Other than that I will probably do a 50ish mile race a month or two after our return from the US but as history has shown I am quite bad at getting myself to a start line in the latter 4 months of a year!
Asura, El Hai
“How far do you want to go?”
Race Schedule for the next 12 months.
13th October 2012 Norfolk Ultra (100km)
23rd March 2013 Hardmoors 55 (55miles)
Late June 2013 Leadville Trail Marathon (26.2)
3rd August 2013 Angels Crest 100 (100miles)
Position, 162nd (21st M30), 1187 finishers. 08h 32m 25s
Total Distance: 79.4km (approx. 49.3miles)
Total Ascent: approx. 2750m (approx. 9000ft)
Having DNF’d at the Hardmoors in March my ego was pretty subdued during my two days in Davos prior to the start of the 27th SwissAlpine K78 ultramarathon. The main thoughts in my head revolved around the choice of this race as my second at the “ultra” distance. Altitude, terrain, length, kit, all raised questions about how ready I was.
But in the end the 7am Saturday start rolled around and I stood amongst the pack of other runners. In this race I had just one goal: completion. This is though a lie as I also wanted to complete in under 10hours, meaning a 7m 30s/km pace.
With the Hardmoors I made the mistake of going too fast; for the first 20miles I was in the top 5 but crashed/burned from 30 to 42miles and pulling out at this stage through exhaustion. In Davos (Start, 1538m) I started easy and ran with a few others I thought matched my pace but in the end never actually finding anyone, so moved on.
By Filisur (30km, 1032m) I was at a very comfortable pace and knew I was faster than my needed pace (my splits based on 7m 30s were scribbled down on my race number). From here on it was all up hill and predictably my paced slowed as, taking my lead from every one else around me, I primarily walked the more acute up-hills.
Over the course of 1700m of ascent from tarmac to mettled road to single alpine trail the scenery changed to one in which I always imagined myself – the high mountains.
At the high point (Sertigpass, 60km, 2739) the valleys to the north opened up and I saw the way down. Now this I love. Running up/down/around Skiddaw has meant I get plenty of opportunity to run/slide/slip over Skiddaw slate. And this is what greeted me a glorious descent of technical single track, wet, slippy, knarley, and with obstacles (other runners!) galore.
So I left go… IT WAS FRICKING COOL
For me this was the best part of the race! Running, bouncing, yelling “Excusez-moi”, “Entschuldigung”, “Mi Scusi” as I flayed (arms used as balance) around others, from the pass to the aid station at Chüealp, a distance of 4km.
The last stage of the race took in further shorter descents which I continued to push myself on while taking it slow and steady during the flats and slower and steadier during any more major ascents. To this end my pace dropped towards the end as fatigue in the legs set in. When it became apparent that I might make 8h30m I attempted to pick up the pace eventually coming across the line in 8h 32m 25s.