Tuesday, 2 August 2011

i can laugh about it now

'how are you doing?' came the question from a marshall as i was leaving the first checkpoint at Howtown. 'i'm feeling great. and i'm a minute up on last years time!'. words i was shortly going to ponder and regret.

some short time later there i was, barely into double figures, and on the verge of quitting. not jut quitting the lakeland 50 but quitting ultrarunning altogether. in my head i was penning my ultra running obituary for this blog. i think it was going to say something along the lines of 'been there, completed that, can't be arsed anymore'.
the sun was beating down (uncannily for the lakes), the air was stagnant, my heart was racing higher than it should have been and at a rate too fast to see my through a full 50 miles. a constant drip of beads of sweat falling from the rim of my hat were an ongoing reminder of the effort i was seemingly putting in. and sat on my backside, not for the first time either, a steady stream of other weary competitors climbed on past me. but they were still moving on, i wasn't.
there were no post mortems going on in my head, no self-blaming or accusations of undertraining or not being in the right physical shape to complete the big task i'd embarked upon. none of that. i had an eerie sense of calm defeatism and resignation that my ultra running days were soon to be over. in fact were over. a 2500ft climb over a few short miles had finally got the better of me and that was that. i'd done it many times before with ease but now the only thought was if i could get back down to the Howtown checkpoint for a lift back to Coniston..'taxi for Donaghue' i would hear them say!

with nothing more to prove what was so wrong with giving up?

EVERYTHING
. everything was wrong with giving up!

i had karen, hollie, and will monitoring my progress online at home via the event's brilliant progress board. they had been giving loads of support before i left and hidden away loads of tiny little good luck messages in my pack and kit. what message would i be sending my kids (and karen)..'sorry guys, dad couldn't be arsed'
then there were the post event celebrations that were planned in coniston with simon, will, col, nick and others, most of whom were doing the jaw-dropping 100 route (respect to anyone who lines up on the staring line for that one, completing it or otherwise). what was i going to tell them? how could i even consider sitting at the same table as them with my pityful effort and tale to tell!
and finally, 'well done donaghue you've rounded off a great year of non-running and a 3 year stint of ultrarunning with your greatest achievement yet! a DNF!'

with my spirit fighting back my body's call to quit, a guy, who i now know as Dave Coxon, struggles past me. He'd started the 100, got 38 miles into it but was timed out, so he decided to quickly switch his efforts to the 50 (amazing!). now i don't recall all the conversation we had but whatever was said about just getting to the next checkpoint or actually finishing was the ultimate tipping point for me. thank you dave! you were judge and jury.

what happened thereafter might not have been pretty, it might not have been quick, but once through the next checkpoint at mardale head, i was virtually euphoric the rest of the way.




coming off gatesgarth pass i was joined by a chap called adam who i was to complete the rest of the course with and once at troutbeck we were joined by paul (aka four winds). we ticked off each mile swapping tales, smalltalk, and bigtalk, and, as we entered the wee early hours of the morning, jokes that seemed hilarious at the time (you had to be there). paul got a right taste for coffee at each checkpoint to keep him going while i downed my secret weapon of redbull to keep my attentiveness for the route-finding ahead in the dark.

time quickly passed. i was having a ball.. interspersed with a few swear words from time to time when i hit a minor and short lived low.

though 2 hours off my 2010 time, i wouldn't have swapped this whole experience for anything. a tough, demanding but inspiring course. the magnificent checkpoints and people manning them (especially the log burner at chapel stile), the roars and cheers from the pub crowds as we trailed through ambleside. the highs, the lows,and the in-betweens. the friendships made and the passing acquaintances.
and three ordinary guys who started the race probably looking quite normal who after 50 miles grinned inanely at the finish line taking on what can only be described as alien-like appearances



and as the early hours morphed into day, we all met as planned to trade our war stories..celebrations, comiserations, each and every person a true winner.. til late into the night, starting with a pint of the stuff below in honour of absent friends. and as pints were downed the talk turned to coming back next year for seconds or thirds. and the more pints downed, the more the talk was of the 100 mile challenge. before anyone could talk me into such madness i sloped off and headed off to the sanctury of my bed.



(special thanks go out to mark, terry, lauren, and all the helpers who clearly go more than an extra mile to make this by far the uk's best ultrarunning event ever)

18 comments:

sbrt said...

Wow! that's some roller-coaster.

Brilliant!

Karen said...
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Karen said...

absolutely awesome achievement! and without so many highs and lows your blog wouldn't be so interesting to read ;0 x

David Coxon said...

Nice post and a great effort - thanks for the mention it was great to meet you at the weekend and i look forward to bumping into you again at some point hopefully when we are both having better days!

Simon said...

David, an awesome effort in the face of such adversity, inspiring stuff and a great write up!

Drunkeneuphoria said...

Great comeback CD, thats as low a low as I've ever heard recovered from. It's a great event and deserves the same commitment from the competitors as the organisers. I guess I was found wanting this time, hope to make that the last.

Will Meredith said...

Great write up Dave. Glad you're re-inspired for the ultras.

aka Johny Smash said...

nice one, keeping it as real as it gets. here's to your next challenge ;-)

ultra collie said...

sbrt..join the ride next year?
karen..thanks x
dave..too right!
simon..cheers!
de..you'll be right again no worries
will..great to spend time with you sarah and loa
jonny..it was too real at one point! cheers!

4 Winds said...

Crikey! Wouldn't want to bump into us lot on a dark night. (especially after being called a group of scouts on an orienteering exercise!!!!) The cheek of it!

Paul

word: imylte (n.) - the industrial strength simulant mixed with the Nescafe at checkpoints.

Karen said...

p.s.... well worth the wait ;) x

kate said...

brilliant, just brilliant. so chuffed to carried on and there's a little bit of me that thinks you'll be there next year and probably the year after.... nice one buddy :)

Emma said...

see - you 'Manned Up' ;-)
Seriously though - very well done :-)
Something I was once told that I always TRY to remember is....
when your head says you've had enough, your body still has 60% to give. There was no queston you weren't going to get to the end and you earned that pint!
good stuff

ultra collie said...

karen..always is!
kate..you tempted?
emma..it was my body saying no! and it was 7 pints (+wine). blame will meridith and simon moorehouse!

Nick said...

Excellent effort Dave. I'm so glad you did it. Sunday night in the pub wouldn't have been the same if you hadn't.

kate said...

tempted.... strange you should mention it but jane's actually been inspired by this years tales. so, if she signs up then obviously i'll have to too!

ultra collie said...

i'll buy you both a pint after..maybe even salty snacks too!

JessiePants said...

I'm so late, but thank you for sharing this journey of a race. Stellar job on finishing and doing it strong.
I'm also glad that this wasn't your last because I do SO enjoy reading about your adventures.