South Downs Way 50 – part 1

My come-back race following pregnancy was a 50 miler.

That may seem daft, but I needed to set myself a real challenge – something that would be achievable if I was determined enough, yet still challenging.

Yeah, I’ve been to parkrun a handful of times since Oscar was born six months ago, and I did run our club trail half marathon back in February.  But running the trail half was just that – a ‘run’, rather than a race and, knowing so many of the other runners and marshals out on the course meant that I didn’t really push myself the way I usually would in a race environment.

I was watching the weather forecast for several days in the build up to Saturday’s 50 miles.  Somehow I always seem to pick marathons and ultras that fall on ridiculously hot days and the 2017 South Downs Way looked like it wasn’t going to be an exception.

I was traveling down with another runner from my club, – Kev – and in order to arrive in time I needed to be out my door and in my car on the way to his house by 4:10am.  I was convinced that Oscar would wake when my alarm rang at 3:40 but he slept soundly through.  Good job actually, as I barely made it round in time as it was.  When I did finally make it into the car, I got 5 minutes up the road before realising that I had forgotten my trainers!  Quick spin of the car and back down the street I went.  Luckily there isn’t too much traffic in our town at 4am on a Saturday morning!

Kev’s sister who lived nearby was going to drop us down to the start and pick us up again at the finish so that we didn’t have to worry about the logistics of returning home from a point-to-point race.  (We all know how well I manage to organise myself for those!)

I’ve run several ultras now but I think this is the only one I have ever been nervous at before the race began.  I wasn’t nervous about the running – more the ‘mumming’ and the fact that I was still breastfeeding, yet spending the best part of a day (ended up being just short of 24 hours!) away from home.  My handheld pump and two large bottles took up a large portion of my ultra bag meaning that there was no room for the leftovers from the standard pre-race takeaway pizza I’d ordered the night before.

Ultimate Direction running bagIt’s taken me several ultras to get my nutrition right (for me) Not being able to take my salty pizza, not having a bag drop on route to leave any chocolate milk, being unable to use any gels (due to breastfeeding) and without a supply of nuun tablets (they no longer stock in the UK) were all factors leaving me in the unknown for Saturday’s event.

We had our kit checked on arrival.  Centurion had opened up registration the night before to ease the load on the registration desks, and it obviously did the trick, as it never felt over-busy at the race HQ.  After carefully packing and repacking my bag numerous times the day before I was dreading have to unpack it all for somebody to check through again, but the lady on registration only wanted to see that I was carrying two headtorches and a base layer in my bag and didn’t look for any of the other kit.  Several of the items I had initially intended on taking with me on the run had ended up getting downgraded to the drop bag which I left for Centurion to transport to the finish once the race had begun.  This included my suncream – after I had coated (or so I thought) my arms, legs and face.

Expressing was done at the last possible moment and took much longer than I initially thought it would, meaning that the majority of other runners had already headed down to the starting field by the time I emerged from the toilet block.  Along with two others from our club, Kev and I listened to the race briefing whilst the sun felt like it burnt through our clothes.  There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and it was so warm, – it wasn’t even 9am yet!

South Downs Way 50 start

When the race started I presumed the running field would quickly separate and for runners to be very spaced out as I’ve come to expect from ultras.  This wasn’t the case at all though.  There was a narrow exit to the field, so within minutes we were all walking to avoid bottlenecking, and then the track the exit led out onto was narrow, rutted and stony, – causing runners to stay bunched together.  It was probably a good 18-20 miles before there was ever any stretch of the run where I wasn’t within a couple of minutes of another runner.

As it always does, the first mile went by quickly.  I don’t mean to sound like one of those people, but 50 miles doesn’t sound like a long way now.  Having covered the distance before, I have confidence in being able to complete the distance.  With ultra events it becomes so difficult to compare times as course profiles are so varied, and different weather across different years can play such a big part in how well you do on the day.  It means that I find the pressure is much less than over a fast 5k race.

South Downs Way 50 elevation

I walked the uphills, ran the downhills and ran/walked the flat depending on how technical the track was.  My aim in any ultra is just to keep moving.  Another concern for this time round, as I knew I would need to stop at some point in order to express.

Just before mile 10 I felt my sock rubbing on the heel of my right foot.  At the very last minute, I had decided to run the race in an old pair of road shoes rather than my usual trail shoes.  The thinking behind this was that it hadn’t rained for weeks, so the ground would be hard, and my feet were likely to swell in the heat – with my road shoes offering more comfort and flexibility than the trails do.  I’ve never had an issue with any of my Asics trainers (road or trail) rubbing before, and I think on Saturday the rubbing was probably due to the steep climbs combined with the heat of the day.  When I paused to readjust my sock (initially thinking it had just slipped down below the trainer line) I realised that it had rubbed right through!  The socks I was wearing were fairly thin (so that my feet didn’t sweat too much) and luckily also fairly long, so I folded down the top of the sock over the now-missing sock heel and hoped for the best.  At this point, just over 40 miles still to go did sound like a lot!

In actual fact, the left heel ended up rubbing through entirely as well.  Although I didn’t actually realise this until I made it back to the changing rooms at the end of the race.Holey socks

Kev caught up with me at this point and we ran together for perhaps a mile here before he ran on ahead.  I saw him again leaving the first checkpoint as I arrived but then not again until the finish.

The first checkpoint was at mile 11.  Those first 11 miles flew by, and felt so, so easy.  I knew the first major hill was coming up after that checkpoint.  Initially I had considered stopping to express here, but it was so manic and busy that there was no opportunity for that to happen.  There were people coming in to the checkpoint constantly and it was a flurry of activity.  I snatched a couple of slices of watermelon (so satisfying) and a handful of ready salted crisps to get my salt fix and continued on my way, having to stop for what felt like forever before I was told it was safe enough to cross over the busy main road.  I pulled out the sole mini carton of chocolate milk I’d stashed away in my bag.  I figured it would probably taste pretty horrid later on in the day by the time it had warmed up and so what better time to enjoy it than now?!  I’d already munched through two nakd bars on my way to the first checkpoint.South Downs Way 50 mile 12

There was a photographer nearing the top of the first big climb.

South Downs Way 50 mile 12It was a pretty steep climb – I couldn’t see anyone attempting to run up it although I’m sure some of the front runners must have done!

South Downs Way 50 mile 12

Along the top of this ridge was the only point which I pulled out my phone to take pictures, although I wish I’d taken more on the day.

South Downs Way 50 mile 12You can see how bright the day really was in this photo.  There is literally not a single cloud anywhere in the sky!  I could already feel the tops of my legs starting to burn by now, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it.  The following day it was easy to spot areas I had missed when applying the suncream!

As I hadn’t expressed at checkpoint one, I intended on expressing at checkpoint two (16 miles), and then again later on in the race, but when I reached checkpoint two, it was a very small area with nowhere to get out of the way and go unseen, so I just grabbed a couple of scotch eggs and ran on, thinking that surely there would be a wooded area or secluded spot I could stop at before the next checkpoint at mile 26.

Turns out the South Downs are the most open area of land I have ever come across.  There was nothing but track, grass and the odd gorse bush for miles and miles.  Apart from dozens of families out for a day in the sun that is.  Families who probably wouldn’t appreciate if I sat on the side of the track with a breast pump in hand!

I chatted to several other runners along the way – something I love about the more relaxed nature of trail/ultra running that you just don’t get in road races.  At one point I shouted a runner back from up ahead as he had sped off down the wrong track.  Probably saved him a few miles!

Mile 27 ticked over on my watch before I turned in for checkpoint number three.  This one was held in a barn, and I think I rather surprised the sole female marshal I could find when I stated that I was still breastfeeding, and would really appreciate if I could nip behind the combine harvester in the barn out of the way to express!  Luckily this was fine, and so I grabbed a couple of ham wraps and my recently filled water bottles and lowered myself to the dusty ground behind the machinery.  I quickly called Dan here whilst I expressed to see how he had been getting on with Oscar and to let him know that I was doing fine – much better than expected in fact and I still felt super strong.  Dan told me that he had dressed Oscar suitably for the day and sent a picture.

Oscar in his Ultra runner in training vestWith expressing and repacking my bag again afterwards I was in the back of the barn for a total of 25 minutes.  It felt like forever, and my legs agreed when I tried to get up.  I never sit down in races, especially not for that long!  One leg began to cramp, and then the other one joined in as I writhed to the opposite side.  Not an enjoyable experience!  I lay back down and fully stretched before using the combine harvester to pull myself up.  Oh, so classy!

Mile splits (up to mile 27): 12:38, 14:06, 11:03, 11:18, 12:16, 15:11, 10:48, 11:06, 10:47, 12:09, 10:29, 15:35, 17:49, 12:46, 12:38, 14:46, 10:32, 18:57, 13:18, 16:44, 14:40, 14:22, 13:59, 14:31, 13:05, 11:05, 15:23

…I had intended on writing this recap in just one post, but as I’m at a 2000 word count already, with still so much to say, why break a tradition?!  I’ll split this post into two!…

0-50 in 6 months

This coming Saturday I’m entered to run the South Downs Way 50.

Initially aiming for the 100 mile version this year, I sensibly decided to downgrade to the 50 mile entry instead last August.  Way back before Oscar was even close to arriving and when I was still the size of a whale.

33 weeks pregnantIt’s crazy to think that he was six weeks away from being born in that photo taken last August!

Running 100 miles is still very much on my agenda sometime in the future.  Perhaps next year?  Definitely before Oscar starts at school anyway.

I’m going to come straight out and say it – I haven’t trained enough for the 50, and I’m not training anywhere near as much as I would have liked to be training by this point.  I was regularly running 50 miles a week pre-pregnancy.  Lately it’s been somewhere in the 30s, and they aren’t all quality runs as often Oscar has to come with me, or I have to rush back to feed him.

Getting higher mileage in has been made so much easier over the past few weeks though since I’ve been able to take Oscar out in the running buggy.  (If only he had been born a few weeks earlier I would have managed to get a few extra quality training sessions in!)  I went from having to run in the evenings or super early in the mornings (quite often alone and rushed) to being able to head out easily during nap time each day!  As long as it’s not raining that is!

Oscar in the running buggy

Until a baby can fully support their own head, the advice is not to use a running buggy for runs.  This is usually somewhere around the 6 month mark.  Oscar has been sat up, fully supporting his own head from just before 5 months and so I’ve been taking him out for the last few weeks in the buggy, despite him only officially turning 6 months at the start of last week.

Oscar at six months old

My regular running week now looks something like this:

Monday/Tuesday/some Wednesdays – 1-2 hour buggy run during nap time
Wednesday – Nighttime trail run with club (and conversation with real-life talking adults!)
Thursday/Friday – Rest days as I tend to be in Norfolk on these days
Saturday – parkrun with the buggy and occasionally also a short 30 min buggy run in the afternoon
Sunday – long run (usually without the buggy, but sometimes Oscar comes along too)

On days when I don’t take Oscar out in the buggy I tend to take him out on a long walk in his baby carrier.  I feel that it’s important for him to get lots of fresh air during the day and I swear it helps him to get a better night’s sleep too.  It also means I’m getting more time-on-feet and whilst carrying extra weight as well.  Bonus!

The training run I’ve struggled with the most just lately has actually been the Sunday run.  It’s hard to commit to weekend club long runs as they require me to ensure I feed Oscar at just the right time before leaving and to have expressed for Dan to feed him whilst I’ve gone.  If I run out with the buggy or on my own then I also end up feeling guilty for taking Oscar away from Dan when he could be spending time with him on his day off.  I’ve run a few 10-11 milers during the weekdays to make up for poor Sunday runs – either on a trail night (running to the club trail run starting point and back again afterwards) or out with the buggy.

Oscar and I with the running buggy

I was in very good shape (for me!) the year before I fell pregnant.  I fell pregnant at the end of December 2015, and that year I had PBd in 5k, 5m, 10k, 8.1m, 15k, marathon, 35m and 70m.  I was definitely going out on a high!

I have no idea what I would have been capable of running 50 miles in back then.  I ran the first 50 miles of the 70 in 12h 22m 46s, but running 50 miles of a lapped 70 mile event and a point-to-point 50 mile race are two very different things.  There is a 13 hour cut-off at the SDW on Saturday that I’d like to think I am capable of achieving.

I feel so much stronger on the Wednesday night trail runs now than I did before I was pregnant.  Running with the buggy has definitely made me stronger and I notice the extra power I seem to have when I’m not running with the buggy!  A few people have commented on my speed over trail during the past few weeks which has been a nice confidence boost too.

Oscar in the running buggy

I prefer running on the trails, and although the buggy is made to go off-road, there have been several ‘I want to explore that footpath’ moments just recently that have resulted in footpaths like the above – totally unrunnable with a buggy.  There have also been some which have seemed buggy appropriate, only to end in a stile!  So we’ve had to turn around and come back out the way we came again.

Despite my training mileage having been much lower than I would like, I’m not too worried about the distance of the event on Saturday.  My biggest concern about the coming weekend is actually not being able to carry enough supplies to express and store milk on route and to have the time to be able to do so.  For any non-parents, not expressing is not an option as it becomes too painful!

I need to double check the kit list after I hit the publish button on this post as well.  I know I still need to purchase a waterproof jacket to stuff into my kit bag.  As well as hunt out my foil blanket amongst other things.

To make matters more challenging, Oscar has been a bit poorly over the past fortnight and it was suggested by his Health Visitor that I cut dairy products from my diet for a while to see if this improves things.  I’ve replaced cows milk with almond milk in the fridge and chocolate has been banned from passing my lips for the time being.  Thanks for that Oscar…you do know that Easter is coming up?!  I haven’t noticed any changes in Oscar or myself since cutting back on the dairy yet, but it’s not best practice to change my diet so close to race day!

I’m travelling down with another runner on Saturday morning and will be leaving a little after 4am from Northamptonshire.  Good job I’m used to those sleepless nights and early morning starts!  I think I’ll be heading to bed when Oscar goes at 8:30pm the night before!

Ultra runner in training

To sum it up…

– My long runs haven’t really been long.
– I still need to purchase some of the compulsory kit from the kit list.
– I will need to express about seven times whilst I’m away from home.  At least five of those times will be during the race itself.
– Eating limited dairy (i.e. altering my diet) the week before a big event isn’t ideal.
– Race day will begin at 4:10am when I leave my house for the journey to Worthing.

+ I have increased my time-on-feet over the past six months – usually whilst holding on to a baby who forever seems to be getting heavier (17lbs and counting!)
+ I am mentally strong.
+ Sleep deprivation and keeping going on tired are things I just ‘do’ now that I am a Mum.
+ Running with a baby/carrying Oscar in a baby carrier will help prepare me for carrying my race pack (which feels so much lighter than it used to!)
+ I have run regularly on average 4-5 times per week since Christmas and have been out on long walks with the baby carrier on non-running days.

I have no time aims.  I just want to finish the event, six months post-birth, boobs in-tact and not feeling weak.  My last 70 mile event will count as a qualifier if I wanted to run the SDW100 in 2018, but this qualifying event runs out if I don’t attempt the 100 miles before 2019.  The SDW50 on Saturday will count as a qualifier until 2020.

Is running a 50 mile race six months after having a baby possible?  I’ll let you know on Saturday!  Ultramarathons are run using at least 90% mental strength, right?…!

What has been the most undertrained you ever felt before an event?
Have you run along the South Downs before?

A Grim supporter and feeling inspired

Friday was the Grim Reaper ultra, held in Bourne, Lincolnshire. Grim was my first ultra distance over 50 miles back in 2014 and I’ve run the race twice now, smashing my 70 mile PB last year by more than three hours and coming third lady in the event.

Grim Reaper 70m ultramarathon medal

Obviously at this stage in my pregnancy I would be stupid to attempt a 70 mile ultra, but even if I wasn’t pregnant I probably wouldn’t have run the Grim 70 for a third year to be honest.
The first year was all about just ticking off the 70 mile distance.   Last year was all about taking what I had learnt from the previous year, combined with adjusted training and concentrating on beating my previous time as well as ensuring that I felt better at the finish.

I’ve proven myself at Grim, and over the 70 mile distance now. I need a new challenge, hence why a 100 miler is the next big target and one I aim to work towards post baby for 2017-18.

Having said all this, I was still rather jealous of all of the Wellingborough club runners who arrived in force for what was the fourth turn out at the event for the club.

We had three runners attempting their first seventy mile event and nine entered for the forty miles. Seven of who would be completing their longest distance to date.

Sleep has continued to be rather rubbish this week so by the time I got myself round and over to Grimsthorpe Castle on Friday morning, I was seeing the front runners through on their first lap of ten miles. Most were rather jolly at this point, still full of energy and buzzing from the adrenaline of the event.

Kev at the Grim Reaper ultraI joined a couple of supporters at camp and between us we helped prepare snacks, refill drink bottles and make sure our club runners had everything they needed as they came through on each lap of the course.

Guy at the Grim Reaper ultra

I managed to see the majority of our runners through until at least mile 30 on the course, with a couple having already completed 40 miles before I headed home for tea.  Because we had so many runners out there, of all different abilities and completing races of different distances it meant that there was a steady stream of club runners stopping by the campsite for supplies and we never went too long before another runner would join us at base.

Supporting makes for a long day, but I really appreciated all those that had been out to support me when I was on route to completing my 70 mile ultra last Summer and I wanted to give anything back that I was able to other runners from within the club.

Kev at the Grim Reaper ultra

Our club went on to do very well, with all but one runner completing their chosen distance.  Helen came away with first lady in the 70 mile ultra, and third place overall, with Kev taking 6th male in the same distance event (8th overall).  Helen actually ended up finishing just 24 minutes behind the leader and finishing in an amazing time of 13h 35m 34s.  I held the title of furthest female distance runner at the club for two years but there’s no chance of me regaining that now!  Helen is a machine and did an amazing job on the day.  She actually didn’t pull in to stop and refuel on course until mile 40, when I let her know that she was standing as first female with a huge gap between her and second place – she was sitting in fourth position overall.

Helen winner at Grim Reaper ultra

As sleep wasn’t particularly good that night either, I happened to wake up around 3am, just as Kev was finishing his 70 miles – the last of our runners out on the course – so I was able to check that all had gone well with him via Facebook and return to sleep happy in the knowledge that all runners were back safe and happy with no injuries or illnesses.

It was a busy weekend for our club runners and the following day one of our members ticked off his 100th marathon, meaning that he was presented with his 100 Marathon Club vest and cheered on by a large number of members from our club around the multi-lap course in Milton Keynes that he had chosen to complete his milestone marathon at.  I wasn’t able to attend this event, but wow – another amazing achievement!  He only ran his first marathon at the end of 2011, with the bulk of his marathons having been completed in the last two years.

I already cannot wait to start setting targets and achieving goals post baby.  That time can’t come soon enough at the moment.  One of the things which I love about running is that there are so many aspects that you can choose to improve on when it comes to your running – times and distances and types of course…It’s all about the ultra for me though.  The further the better and I’m looking forward to challenging my body to run further and for longer when I return later this year.  Feeling super inspired by everyone this weekend I can’t wait to get back out there.

Does your club have any ultra runners?
Have you ever been to help crew/support at a race before?
Do you know any members of the 100 Marathon Club?
What inspires you to run?

Marshaling at the South Downs Way 100

Last weekend was the South Downs Way 100 mile Centurion event, which runs from Winchester to Eastbourne along the bottom of the country.

I had earmarked the SDW100 as a goal race for 2017 earlier this year, but I wanted to get a bit of an idea of the course before fully committing to run it next year.  When I saw that Centurion were still requiring marshals for the event and that all marshals working longer than an eight hour shift would be ‘paid’ in the form of a 2017 entry, I put my name down to help out…before really thinking about the logistics of marshaling an event right down in the South of the country between two working weeks at school!

A fortnight before the event and the first shift draft was emailed through to the volunteers.  There were a lot of volunteers on that rota!  I was down to be at the start on the Saturday, with a very early start time!  This was then followed with a stint at checkpoint 3 (Harting Downs – mile 27) out on the course.

A 4am start time down in Winchester on Saturday morning meant an incredibly early bedtime for me on the Friday evening.  I planned to get my head down as soon as I returned home from school, but ended up having about an hour of work to do before I nodded off – heading to bed around 7pm and setting my alarm for 1:30am the following morning.

By 9:30 I was wide awake though.  I tried getting a drink, going to the toilet, counting sheep, moving onto the sofa.  Nothing did it, so in the end I gave up and read until 11:30pm, before getting a further two hours of sleep.  Not ideal, but my body wasn’t co-operating, and I figured it was all good practice for lack of sleep at the event the following year anyway!

Unhelpfully the venue did not have a postcode, and equally as unhelpful were the couple of new roads along the way which my satnav didn’t recognise, resulting in a few eeny-meeny-miny-moe moments.  At one point, after having arrived in Winchester I stopped at a garage to ask for directions.  The guy inside the garage said he didn’t know where I was trying to get directions to.  I read the directions out from the set I’d received from Nici the week before, taking several minutes to do so, but he wasn’t even listening, just waiting to tell me he didn’t know where I wanted to go.  Feeling rather desperate by this stage, and very aware that the time had already passed 4am, and was heading ever closer to 4:30am and the time I was supposed to start my shift, I even brought up the map on my phone which had the venue labeled on.  He barely glanced at it before telling me he didn’t know where the garage was on the map!  Very exasperating!

Eventually I made it, pulling onto the car park at 4:29am!  At least next year I will have removed the problem of locating the start.  Hopefully it will be a nice straight-forward journey down!Marshaling at the South Downs Way 100

I was introduced to Nici, who had emailed over the rotas and was in charge of us volunteers, given a crew t-shirt and then placed out on the car park to help direct the traffic as runners made their way to registration.

Marshaling at the South Downs Way 100

All runners who were leaving their cars at the start venue overnight, to be collected the following day after the race were to park their cars up on the grass alongside the football pitches.  Everybody that was just dropping off runners or was just there to see runners over the start line were to park on the hardstanding tarmac car park out front.  Apparently last year Centurion had got into a bit of trouble with the footballers the morning following the race when their car park had still been filled with cars and they couldn’t access their grounds!  (Hence why so many of us had been placed on car park duty for this year.)  There was a guy at the entrance to the car park directing cars in, one at the far end of the tarmac and one up on the grassy piece of land by the football fields.  I stood at the far end of the car park and would catch drivers on their way in, directing them either to the far end of the tarmac, or up onto the grass depending on whether they were heading off again afterwards.  Fairly straight forward, right?

Marshaling at the South Downs Way 100

Thirty minutes into this and the guy at the front of the car park raced over to tell me I was doing it all wrong, that cars staying overnight were to park on the tarmac, NOT the grass.  I debated this with him for several minutes before agreeing to clarify with the guy who had been assigned grass duty.  The poor chap I had been in the middle of directing was redirected onto the tarmac by the other marshal but looked so confused as to what was happening!

I rushed over to the chap on the grass, who told me that he had been under the same impression as me, that overnight parkers were to go on the grass.  I confirmed with James, the Race Director and, we had in fact been parking people correctly!  Panic over!  A few minutes later, the runner who had been caught in the confusion trotted past again with a grin saying “So, it was up on the grass that I was supposed to park then?!”

It was tight, but we managed to fit all the cars in.  Car parking duty is stressful!

Marshaling at the South Downs Way 100We were finished up just in time to head over for the race start, where I got talking to another marshal who had recently run a 100k and was also looking to enter the race for 2017.  A major part of me wanting to marshal last weekend was so that I could chat to more experienced ultra runners and pick up some tips about the SDW, and also ultrarunning in general.  It was great that other volunteers were so eager to do the same.

Marshaling at the South Downs Way 100

The race set off on time and runners headed out on a large lap of the field so we were able to see them for several minutes before they all disappeared off into the distance.  Then it was all hands on deck to break everything down and clear up before marshals relocated to their next stations.

I was off to checkpoint three at mile 27, where I met up with Emma, who was managing the aid station there.  Another volunteer, David, arrived with bagfuls of food for the runners and between us we loaded these into Emma’s car while we waited for the van to arrive with our checkpoint supplies.

It wasn’t long before the other three guys turned up, along with the van containing our supplies.  We were eager to set up ready for runners, as we were very conscious that they could appear at any time now.  Us girls headed to the busy road junction to mark out ‘Runner Crossing’ signs, leaving the guys to erect the two large tents on the field by the side of the footpath.  Emma and I then got to work making sandwiches and laying out the food on party plates ready for runners to snatch on their way through.Marshaling at the South Downs Way 100The guys prepped the drink – a choice of electrolytes, water or coke from our aid station.Marshaling at the South Downs Way 100

Once the food and drink were prepped we had a proper chance to chat ultras and experience.  It turns out that the others had all run at least one 100 mile event before, with two of the guys having attempted the South Downs 100 the previous year.  I was worried that I would be shunned when they found out that my experience only amounted to two 70 milers but they were just as interested in my experiences and what I had to say, as well as offering loads of advice about their first hundred mile events and about the SDW100 course.

Marshaling at the South Downs Way 100Runners had quite the view as they ran past our checkpoint as we were up rather high, looking down over Harting Downs.

Marshaling at the South Downs Way 100Having a checkpoint of all ultra runners was great, and everybody pulled their weight into ensuring the checkpoint was super efficient for runners as they came through.  Although we weren’t one of the main timing checkpoints, we still needed to log all runner numbers and times as they came through, in order that if anyone went missing whilst out on the course we would be able to narrow down when they had last been seen.

The weather was incredibly muggy, with only spots of occasional rain during our time on checkpoint 3.  This meant that the majority of runners coming through were on the sweaty side, and they were coming through much slower than we had initially predicted.  Our top ‘seller’ on the feeding table became the fresh fruit, and runners could not get enough of the sweet melon and pineapple that I was constantly chopping up into bite-sized pieces.  I even heard rumours that there had been watermelon dished out at checkpoint 2!  We had mountains of tangerines on our table, and these also went down well.  I peeled the skin off from so many tangerines that my hands had turned into a dirty orange colour by the time we packed up!  Topping up the food supplies was my full time job and every so often I would call Emma over from her station where she was helping the timekeeper identify runner numbers so that she was able to help top up our supply of sandwiches on the table.

A fab day, an awesome team and I learnt loads from marshaling at the event.  I definitely recommend marshaling at an ultra before running it.  There is always so much to be learnt from other runners.

I was exhausted by teatime when I arrived home.  Quick few hours of power-napping before waking up to get some more school work done.  If only school didn’t get in the way of running fun…!

Do you have any tips for getting to sleep when you don’t feel tired?
Any tips to remain awake whilst running long distance events?
Do you tend to often talk to other runners you don’t know at events?