The D33 - Adventures in Ultramarathon Running
‘How do you run 33 miles?’ That's a question I've been asked a lot recently (along with the more obvious, why?) and my answer is always the same... One step at a time, one mile at a time. As I stood on the start line of the D33 Ultra Marathon on a damp and drizzly morning in Duthie Park in Aberdeen, I tried to think about the challenge ahead in small manageable segments, one step at a time, one mile at a time, one snack at a time, one checkpoint at a time. My goal, to do my best (inspired by a quote from Cheryl Strayed, one of my favourite writers). With a final good luck of encouragement from Liz S, very sadly unable to run due to injury, I was underway and following a trail of runners out of the park and up onto the Deeside Way - a old rail trail running inland from Aberdeen. There was a temptation to start off too quickly - the terrain was easy underfoot, the rain not too heavy and everyone around me seemed to be speeding up as we left the park - but I resisted and tried to run my own race at my own pace. The rain got a bit harder, but I was still ticking off the miles, passing signs commemorating the old railway stations, and reached the first checkpoint in about 90 minutes, right on schedule. I picked up my first bag of goodies, transported to the checkpoint by the excellent volunteers, refuelled, topped up my water bottle and carried on to the second section of the route, where we left the footpath for a little while and covered a few miles on country lanes, before emerging out into the village of Drumoak. There was a bus waiting at the bus stop heading back towards Aberdeen but ‘only losers take the bus’ so I turned left and carried on running! After a short section of pavement by the road, it was then another off road section close to the River Dee, where a muddy footpath had me slipping all over the place and remembering a crazy night with the Potters Trotters in the rain at Lyme Park (http://potterstrotters.weebly.com/news-views-and-reviews/running-in-the-dark). The rain seemed to get heavier and I was feeling cold and a little bit sorry for myself. However, it wasn't long before the faster runners were coming past and already on their way back to Duthie Park and the finish. Strangely, this wasn't demoralising at all, but instead had the opposite effect, motivating me to keep going, as almost every runner who passed me gave me a thumbs up or a word of encouragement. It wasn't long before Checkpoint 2 in sight and I was very nearly at the halfway point, just under 3 hours after the start. I collected my next bag of treats, drank some more water and turned around and headed for home, only 16.5 miles to go! The rain finally stopped and there was even a bit of blue sky. I found myself slowing and took a couple of tactical walk breaks just to catch my breath and take on more fuel... I think I ate a whole bag of jelly beans at one point, which did the trick for a while. I passed quite a few runners between Checkpoints 2 and 3, perhaps benefiting from my slow and steady start. Miles 20 to 24 seemed to go on forever, but after another tactical walk and banana energy bar on the only real hill on the route, I was at the final Checkpoint, collecting my last few goodies and stealing myself for just 8 more miles! I can't quite remember where it was, but at some point on the final stretch I found myself slowing and running out of breath. On my own, with no other runners in sight, I paused on one of the bridges, looked around at my surroundings, took a few deep breaths and dug deep... giving myself a bit of a pep talk and unleashing my inner warrior - the final few miles are always more of a mental challenge than a physical one. Restored, I knew I could complete the challenge and carried on, always running more than walking and actually maintaining a similar pace to my first six miles, although it hurt much more. The end was in sight. With just under 5 miles to go, I received another boost from an unexpected but very welcome source, a lady out for an afternoon run. She was competing a loop from her house along the D33 and ran with me for about a mile, chatting, offering encouragement and generally being a lovely surrogate for the Potters Trotters - it was like all of the Pink Ladies were there to encourage me and the next mile flew by in her company. Back on my own, I tried to maintain my positive mind set... 4 miles to go, 3 miles to go, just keep going one step at a time. I boosted my flagging energy with a Mars Bar and an energy drink and then it was 2 miles to go, 1 mile to go. I started to see runners who had already completed the race emerging from the park, medals around their necks. ‘Not far now!’ they promised. Then I could hear the announcements from the finish line, I was getting closer. Then Liz S was there, cheering me on and reassuring me I was just 200 metres from the finish. I turned through the park gate, just about avoiding a small child dressed as a pirate, and put all the energy I had left into my run for the line... it wasn't really a sprint but I worked as hard as I could. And then I was there, crossing the line in a time of 6 hours and 14 minutes. I collected my medal and commemorative bottle of beer and stumbled to a stop. I had done it and just about the energy left to smile, although couldn't actually bend down to pick up my kit bag. Fortunately, Liz S and other runners were on hand to help and I was soon warming up and enjoying a refreshing cup of tea. After a walk back to our hotel, a long soak in a bath and a chocolate milk recovery drink, I was feeling almost human again. Steps were a challenge, but that didn't stop me enjoying a celebratory cocktail or two! I did it, one step at a time. It’s a long and winding road but … we’ll get by with a little help from our friends!
2nd April: My favourite thing – running, with some of my FAVOURITE people … in my favourite city? You don’t need to ask ME twice! There is a special place in my heart for Liverpool. Having lived and studied there during my time at University it is like home from home for me. It really is a vibrant and friendly city, full of fun! To have the chance to run a half marathon there was just fantastic and I could not believe that I had not ran in Liverpool before! I had really been looking forward to this day! The sun was shining; the sky a bright azure over the dazzling waters … but the wind was also bitterly cold as we waited near the start, by the docks. (Typical Liverpool weather as I remember it!) We posed for pictures and were smiling and happy … but also a little nervous, as we wondered if we would be warm enough! Would we need our hoodies? Will the sun break through the clouds a little more? … but hopefully not too much! It warmed up a little, or perhaps this was the sense of trepidation and apprehension! The excitement from the runners and crowds added to the already vivacious atmosphere. It was a very busy start, with around 5000 runners participating, but I didn’t feel too cramped once we started the race. The support was great, with people cheering, shouting your name and applauding most of the way around: ‘Come on love!’ ‘You can do it la!’ – YES LIVERPOOL, I AM BACK! :-) The run through Sefton Park was great and it was around this point where the crowds seem to develop. The most challenging point for me was running along the front, as this seemed to go on for a long time – the long, but not so winding road! Seeing my parents (honorary Potters Trotters members!), the lovely pink ladies and the towering Liver Buildings near to the end, gave me my final push. The only downside was that I could see the time on the Liver clock in the background and knew at that point that I had missed out on a personal best by a matter of seconds, but you can’t be too down about these things! I was still very proud. I went to collect my goodies and gave my Mum and Dad a big hug, exclaiming: ‘I LOVED that!’ and ‘will definitely do that again!’ That’s why we run. Reflection I have now participated in a number of races, but maybe because of the emotional attachment that I have to Liverpool as a city, I got thinking (dangerous!). I realised that running really is one of (got to be careful what I say!) the real loves in my life. Like Liz mentioned in her race report, people regularly ask me why I do it and I’m often described using adjectives such as ‘crazy’, ‘mad’ … Even ‘nuts!’ The reasons why I run are yes, because it makes me stronger and more resilient – not just physically – and yes, I am fitter than I have ever been (and can eat more cake and chocolate buttons). In all honesty, a massive factor and reason that I run is because of the people I have met along the way. |
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