Where do I begin..
I trained as hard as I could for this from walking and attending the gym whilst fitting in a full time job and caring for my Mum and her many appointments over the last six months. Getting my foot combo right, and trialing the ‘Hydrate’ pre-event.
It goes to show you that it can ALL go out the window on challenge day. The day arrived for Ultra Challenges – 100km London to Brighton.
I set out from Richmond with my best friend Carl, we settled into a good pace. We met and chatted along the way with some old and ‘new’ friends.
We ensured we aired our feet and ate and drank at all the rest stops. Rest stop one I went to say hi to Ollie and Rachel part of the Trailmed medical team at all Ultra events.
At rest stop 2 we ate lunch with Amie and Barry, chatted with Astrid and Nina and Nina sorted out our water for us. We skipped (not quite) into rest stop 3 and Richard tended to our every need with regards to fruit, although we did not uphold our side by untangling the glow sticks!
We set out from Henhaw Farm around 19.00 and Amie and Barry were gonna catch us up!
That was an understatement; ‘Atomic Amie’ powered past and just kept going, she was clearly on a mission or needed a pee! She was soon out of sight, Carl and I plodded along at our steady pace. A few km’s round the corner was Amie on the ground looking very hot and with Barry looking very worried. All was good to be fair just a little hot and overheated, as you would expect walking at 10 mph up hills in a coat. As Carl and I left, Amie promised not to catch up again until Tulley’s.
Well at about 49km I started to feel really sick, which at times progressed to dry retching; I forced myself to suck sugary sweets and alternate between water, energy drink and sips of Lucozade. Carl took my bag and insisted on carrying it into Tulley’s. It slowed our pace drastically and sure enough Amie and Barry passed us again on the way to Tulley’s.
The section along the main road seemed to go on forever, as did the walk up the drive.
I made it into Tulley’s and can actually only remember initially seeing Ali and a tall pair of glow sticks dangling; this person was later identified as Daryl. I felt so rough; I collected my bag and went to the changing area, lovely Rita also from Trailmed came bouncing over to say hi, all I could manage to grunt was not now I need to change. I sat in the corner of the changing tent, if I had stood I think I would have fallen over. After unpacking my bags all over the floor, the systematic approach pre event completely out the window I then decided I needed a pee so crammed everything back in my bags and then dumped these outside the changing tent and took the clean clothes into the loo. Didn’t think I was ever gonna stop peeing (TMI – soz) at least I knew I wasn’t dehydrated. Got changed went to collect my bags and they had gone!
Went to Carl in the food tent, and asked if he had my bags, nope he hadn’t got them. Suzannah, Jo and Carl went to look for them, where did they find them? Where I had left them, outside the changing tent – this just shows how lousy I felt.
Suzannah, Jo, Daryl were all great offering to get me what I needed. I settled on a can of Sprite and started to sip it, knowing what I had to do next.
Part of being a team is about being honest when you feel ill and knowing when to say to your team mate ‘I need to stop here’. I knew how important it was to Carl to carry on and how he would have hated leaving me there. But it had to be done, he finished his food, re-filled his water and loaded his bag with fruit, before heading over for a massage.
While he queued for a massage I laid down with my kit in the medical tent. My back had niggled a bit, but I hadn’t taken any Paracetamol for fear of it making me sick whilst walking. I took them then and settled down while he waited. I had spoken to Matt before about how lousy I felt and he was going to leave his phone on to collect me if needed. I tried to call twice before Carl left but there was no answer.
Once Carl had had his massage done he came and said bye and we left it that Matt would collect me and we would meet at the end in Brighton. Unable to get hold of Matt on two more attempts (it was 01.45 ish) and knowing Carl had left I decided I was going to try and eat and get back out there!
Spaghetti and Parmesan cheese eaten I decanted my bag of all the rubbish I had rammed into it and took out some other stuff I decided I didn’t need. Richard helped by filling my water bottles and by just after 02.30 I and off with Linda, Kim and four others with the lovely Richard. I actually felt really good, able to start and keep a good pace. We then came to the area in the woods and so I walked a bit with Walker Sean and then we trotted on to 61km where I sent a pic to Carl updating him – his answer – ‘I thought you might have carried on 😆 🤣 yay.. x’.
Then after 62km it was like I had walked into a wall, Linda and I found a wall to sit on and I just wanted to sleep, Kim joined us for a while. Sean Jones stopped and chatted to us, and I should have maybe moved my butt then, but the legs didn’t seem to want to work and then the mind games began.
Linda and Kim pushed on and I sat there trying to get the get up and go back, willing my legs to work. Jane (TM) stopped and listened to the drivel I was talking by now and walked with me till I literally couldn’t walk anymore I felt I was falling asleep. She arranged for me to be picked up and I even nodded off in the back of the car on an 8 minute journey!
I waited at Ardingly till the shuttle at 8.30 with Linda and Kim who had both walked into the 67km rest stop and decided enough was enough, never an easy decision. Spoke to Luke and Charlotte in medical and then waited around to board the shuttle – what an experience that ride was!
Arriving at Brighton I tried to sneak in behind the catering van and was spotted by cheer squad loud cheers from friends, made it a lovely welcome and seeing Liza and Kevin was lovely but bittersweet, I had planned to arrive with my best friend and walk across a finish line.
I had a power nap and spoke with Carl, he was doing so well. I still couldn’t really face food or drink, the polar opposite from a normal challenge. Sat chatting to friends, Matt and Bailey on their way; one last call to Carl to see where he was… ‘Just walking up to the finish line now!’
I have never run so fast as I had wanted to walk out to meet him. I did walk onto the track, but nearly walked past him. We crossed the finish line together as team #DoubleTrouble I am so proud of what he achieved and so proud to call him my best friend.
What made the weekend special as well was Liza and Kevin spending a weekend away in Brighton; they had intended to surprise me at the finish line, but after Mum being unwell at the beginning of the week and a few pants shifts at work they decided to tell me to cheer me up and encourage me for the weekend.
I am gutted I didn’t finish the full 100km, gutted my son never got to hold up the banner he made (never had a banner made for me before)but that is all.
I am thankful I smashed my 2018 timings, thankful I have come away with 2 small un-burst blisters, thankful for having Carl in my life as a best friend, thankful for all the amazing supportive friends in the AC family, thankful for having a best mate in Liza and Kevin checking in on me and being prepared to drive to Tulley’s to see me at 1am, thankful for having a supportive Mum, daughter and son, but most of all having the love and support of my husband Matt to take on all these crazy distances.