Written by Kevin Plummer
The seed is sown.
The Bob Graham Round is a Fell running Challenge, you have to run a round route which takes in 42 of the Lake District highest peaks, at total distance of 66 miles if you don’t get lost and includes 27,000 feet of climbing, you must complete it with 24 hours.
I guess my friend Nigel was the first to mention the Bob Graham round to me, then he lent me a copy of “Feet in the clouds” but while I enjoyed the book it didn’t make me jump up and attempt it. In May 2012 while training for the Saunders Mountain Marathon Nigel pointed out Yewbarrow and told me that it was one of the big killer climbs of the Bob Graham round. Looking up from the bottom of Wasdale head it did look formidable. If anything, that put me off wanting to have a go. It then came to my attention that Rory, one of our club members had not only completed the Bob but also did an extended round of 61 peaks instead of the normal 42 (Rory’s round is mentioned in the book “42 Peaks” the history of the Bob Graham round). Both of them ribbed me at every chance about having a go, but I wasn’t interested. Rory told me that if I didn’t do the Bob then I had to do 50 at 50 (climb 50 peaks at 50 years old) but still I wouldn’t do the Bob; although I had in my mind that an attempt in 2014 might be an idea. That all changed in November when my friend Martin said he fancied trying it - he had already done the Highland fling, a 53-mile ultra-distance run along the West Highland Way. I thought on it for a day or two and reasoned I was running better now than I ever had and who knows what might happen in the future. Strike while the iron is hot, or at least, the legs are working. Also it would be a great advantage to have somebody to train with.
The 4 Musketeers.
I talked to my friend Andy who had been my partner in the 2012 OMM (Mountain marathon) at the end of October and he said he would join us. Then Graham, another good runner with a lot of experience in the mountains said it was something he would like to do also. So we started with a team of 4 of us training together.
Down to 3.
In the December I went down to the lakes to support a winter attempt of the BG, with some of the lads and girls off the Fell Running Association website. I had already had a lot of advice and encouragement from members on the site including some I had met during the Saunders Mountain Marathon. Phil’s winter BG attempt was unsuccessful due to horrendous weather, so I never got to run on the route that year.
Due to starting a new job on 1st of January Graham had to drop out from the training so that left us down to 3 contenders. We tried to make sure that we did a long hill run every weekend. I had planned a trip to the lakes every other weekend, but bad weather and a lot of snow meant it was pointless travelling a 3 hour round journey to the Lake District and back to train as we would learn nothing of the little trods (small paths) we would need on the day when they were covered in snow, and running in low cloud when visibility was less than 50 metres would teach us little either. So when the weather was bad we ran our local hills. I was also still competing in our Club’s Winter League - a series of cross-country and trail races, which in the end I was the winner of. When the club’s road championship started at the end of winter I had to drop out of competing in it as I couldn’t find the time to race at weekends and travel to the lakes. Then, in the middle of March, I was hit with an Achilles injury. I struggled with the Achilles for 5 weeks, once over this I picked up a hamstring pull, then the final straw - I tore the muscle on the front of my right shin. This was while on a recce run of legs 3 and 4. What should have been a 7 hour run turned into a 10 hour one in very bad weather; poor visibility, high winds and heavy rain. The three injuries meant that I had been unable to train consistently for 12 weeks. On the plus side, being unable to run meant that I turned to Andy’s sport of Triathlon, or at least the swimming and cycling part of it.
Down to a duo.
The loss of 12 weeks of training meant that my original plan to attempt the BG around the 23rd of June was not going to happen. I had worked out that this was the shortest night and that also it was a night of a full moon so the conditions were ideal for running nonstop though the night. By this point, due to injury and work commitments, the instigator of our adventure, Martin, had dropped out just leaving me and Andy out of the original four.
As the weeks passed Andy’s running and fitness had improved markedly, to the stage where he was a faster, stronger runner then me. When we first started training I was the better runner.
Into June we were doing support runs of other contenders’ attempts, starting with leg 2 then onto the longer leg 3, with recce runs of leg 4 thrown in. By this time Rory was running with us. Before this he had been out for many months with injury. His help was very welcome as he knows so much about the challenge. I had said to Rory that once I could run 3 legs back to back at BG pace I felt that I would be ready to try an attempt but he said two legs back to back and I would be ready. I compromised and said if it was two legs then it had to be what most consider the hardest two - Dunmail to Honister via Wasdale. One thing I changed for our runs in June and July was the pace, if we were not supporting a contender we tried to run the legs at proper BG sub-23 hour pace. I reasoned that if we couldn’t keep this pace during training with a rucksack and carrying all our food and drink for 1 or 2 legs we would have no chance of completing all 5 legs on the day. I think people forget that the Bob Graham is a race, a race against the clock, but a race nevertheless. You can break it down into 5 big races, each leg, which is made up of a lot of smaller races, the time it takes to reach each peak. You need to win most of these races to complete the BG in under 24 hours, start losing too many and even if you complete it you will not be in the club.
By now every support run we had helped had ended in failure. I noted that a lot of the recce runs with others were run at a leisurely pace. It was only when running with Andy and Rory was the pace at or above what would be required to complete the BG in my opinion. It was at the end of July, while doing leg 2 out and back, (the same leg twice, once in each direction) that Andy had trouble with his knees; this was to rule him out for our planned double attempt.
It’s all about the Money.
In the back ground of the BG training two things happened that would make me raise sponsorship for the Brain Tumour Charity. Around Christmas 2012 my closest work colleague Ray was diagnosed with a spinal cord tumour and my friend’s wife Helen was diagnosed with a Brian Tumour. Helen’s Husband Gordon had been my training partner for the London Marathon in 2010. Helen passed away in March of this year, the great loss of a fantastic lady. Previously, a close member of my family had been treated for a brain tumour in 2008.
Time to Man up and take the plunge.
The first weekend in August I supported Richard, an ex-New Zealander, on two legs of his BG attempt. I went through a bad patch at around 9 hours but finished the 11 hours on the hill still running well and felt I could have run more if I had to. (Unfortunately his attempt was cut short by bad weather on the next leg). With this done the decision had to be made. I talked it though with Rory and he was convinced I was ready. In the back of my mind I didn’t feel I had trained enough but with the summer coming to an end and with it bad weather and shortening daylight, I had to make my call. I said I would attempt the last weekend in August. This gave me 4 weeks to taper down my training and get together a team to support me. Rory asked if we could involve Len Prater, Len had been with Rory when he did his Bob Graham and had himself tried 6 times to complete the round but luck was never with him. At nearly 80 years old his presence and advice was welcome.
A week later I crashed my road bike in a hedge and knocked my knee. I thought little of it at the time but on my final big run, a recce of leg 1 two weeks before the planned BG attempt, it was giving me trouble on the descents. Two trips to the physio and a knee support would see me at the start line of Moot Hall.
What I found surprising was the amount of time it took to do the administration of schedules, e-mail everybody, and sort out road support. I seemed to be on the computer every night. At times it looked like I might be short of a supporter or two but in the last week I had a number of guys come forward to help. In the end I had premiership quality supporters on every Leg.
I decided on an 11 pm start, the theory being that this would mean leg 1 and the first half of leg 2 would be in the dark, and as the last part of leg 5 was on the road, I would lose little time running on the road either in the dark or light. The Navigation on leg 1 should be relatively easy in the dark, it was just the first half of leg 2 that would be run in less than ideal conditions. I had decided to run the route clockwise, all my training and recce runs had been in that direction although towards the end I was coming round to thinking going anti-clock wise had its plus points, but I stuck to the direction I knew best. For the next 4 weeks I prepared myself mentally to go to “Dark places” I had heard stories of failed BG attempts where the contender sat down and just would not move, even crying, falling out with pacers, being sick and worse. I didn’t want to cry or fall out with anybody that was for sure, if I failed, well it is better to have tried and failed than not tried at all I thought. I also thought about a Ultrarunners saying, “If you can’t run, walk! If you can’t walk, crawl! If you can’t crawl lay in the dirt until you have to energy to crawl! But never give in!````````````
Call it off?
The afternoon of 29th August I came down with a sore throat. I thought a good night’s sleep might clear it and the problem was nerves. I didn’t sleep well and on the morning of 30th the throat was worse. I mentioned to Louise that perhaps I should call it off and she said if I was going to I needed to do it now before people set off travelling. I decided to go for it but in the back of my mind I had my sights set on getting to Wasdale, and seeing what happened after that.
On the evening of my attempt I had a meal with some of the friends who would be supporting me at a Hotel in Annan. I couldn’t help thinking of it as my last meal before the hangman! While having the meal a lady came over and gave me £40 in sponsorship. I can only assume she had seen my charity T shirt and overheard our conversations. It was a lovely gesture on the eve of my attempt.
Afterwards, Louise drove down to Keswick as I tried to get some last minute rest in the car.
The adventure begins.
We made Keswick with time to spare and I got ready in the car park. I had spent much time thinking on what shoes I would wear on each of the 5 legs as the underfoot conditions vary, with it being much rockier on legs 3 and 4. Luckily I have a collection of fell running shoes which would rival some ladies’ shoe collections in quantity - mind you, none have high heels! In the car park there was Nigel Priestley and his wife Janet. He hadn’t planned to be there because farming duties were looking like keeping him at work, but earlier rain had stop the harvesting and freed him up to support me. (Nigel gets a mention in the book ‘Feet in the Clouds’ as he was badly injured competing in the Borrowdale race, which led to a route change of the race). It was a mental lift to have Nigel with us he is such a great guy and fan of the Bob. I knew I was carrying a little of his dreams with me to do the Bob that night. My planned pacers on the first leg were Roy and Phil. I had run a lot with Roy and had helped support his own attempt. I didn’t know Phil but I knew he had completed his own BG in 2010 so felt he would know what was required. As it turned out, he was more than qualified as he had achieved top 5 places in both the OMM and RAB mountain marathons.
Leg 1, let’s get this party started.
At the steps of Moot Hall we counted down to 23:00pm, my start time. I had a tracker which I had been lent by James Thurlow of OpenAdventure and this would track my progress, or lack of, and relay this on to a website so everybody could watch my progress at home. My original plan was to descend off Blencathra via the most direct route, Hall fell, but due to heavy rain that evening in Keswick I told my support runners we would come down Doddick Fell. This would be slightly longer, but on Halls fell there are quite a lot of rocky scrambles at the top and once the rocks are wet they are very slippy. A fall on there in the dark could bring my BG to a rapid end.
At the hall steps I stood, counting down. My watch and Nigel’s were synchronised to the second. We hadn’t planned it, they just were so we used them as the correct time. We counted down to 23:00 - 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and we were off, up the little allyway between the shops like rats up a sewer pipe. Roy and Phil were my leg one support runners but Nigel was going to go to the top of Skiddaw with us then run back down. In typical BG fashion I walked the up hills and ran the flats and downhills. The night was clear and we could see the stars above us. As we got to the car park somebody said we were making good time. I didn’t know the split to there so I couldn’t judge. Towards the top of Skiddaw the wind increased. It was feeling quite strong but I was not unhappy about it - the direction was North-Easterly and I knew after great Calva that it would then be on our backs for the next 6 hours and would, in fact, be a help (little did I know it wouldn’t last). We hit the top of Skiddaw bang on schedule at 01:23hr. Somehow we overshot the point on the fence where you pick up the quad track. My two pacers ran back and forth along the fence and one of them said it was back the way we had come, where the reflector was. This struck a chord with me as I had read that a member of Keswick AC had put the reflector there. I ran to it myself and sure enough there were the 4 fence posts, close together and just over the other side was the quad track. I shouted I had found it and set off leaving the others to catch up.
Once we got below Hare Craig it got quite boggy but not as bad as two weeks before on my last recce of leg 1. We got to Great Calva 10 minutes down on schedule. Phil and I went to the summit while Roy went straight down the fence line to find the gate. We caught up with Roy and continued on the well-worn path, then through the gate and passed the sheep fold on the way to the River Caldew. With the river safety waded and we picked up the trod the other side. Crossing Mungrisdale common we lost the trod in the dark and drifted too far west. Once Blencathra ridge came into sight against the starlit sky we headed for the left-hand end. Phil skirted ahead and found the quad track. We picked this up and headed for the summit making it 19 minutes down on the 23 hour schedule.
We launched off down Doddick fell. At the bottom of Doddick I have always gone through the 5 bar gate over the field and pick up the road though the small gate, but the pacer who was still with me said he went along the path and though the farmyard where Halls Fell came in, so that is the way we went. A small check in the farmyard as I took a wrong turn cost us maybe a minute.
We were back at the cricket club car park at 03:12, 23 minutes down. I wasn’t too worried as I felt fine and had expected to be a bit down on this leg due to coming down Doddick. The only trouble I had was nausea; this had been with me from after my evening meal, nerves I thought. At each changeover point I had Louise waiting with food I would really like normally and at Threlkeld she was waiting with Pizza rolled up into wrap, but I couldn’t stomach it; all I could manage was a couple of small bites. I did drink a big mug of tea though. Had a change of shoes and socks and helly-type running top.
Leg 2, them bloody Dodds
I left Threlkeld at 03:23 am cutting my stop down by 2 minutes - as I wasn’t able to eat there was no point hanging around. We took a route to the left of the old railway carriage, almost direct over the field rather than up the old coach road. We then headed straight for the scree before turning west to head for Clough head, arriving at 04:18. At this point I was only 16 mins behind my set time. However the clear night sky had changed and we were into low cloud with little visibility. I had Rory, Olly and Alan, all Annan and District Athletic club mates, with me. I remembered Rory telling me that on his first attempt at the Bob he made the Dodds 1 hour up on his anti-clock wise round only to lose it all and more in low cloud, meaning his first try was unsuccessful. By the time I got to White Side I was 33 minutes down in total. However the mist had cleared, the daylight was up and we were on well-marked paths. Up until this point I guess I had been going through the motions of doing the Bob still thinking, well get to Wasdale and we will see, but it started to occur to me that this throat thing was not really slowing me down and I was warming to the idea that I could do this - in fact I started to get very determined to do it from this point on.
We met some Mountain-bikers pushing their bikes up Helvellyn Lower Man. They said they had already ridden up Snowdon and had Ben Nevis to do after Helvenllyn. At the top of Helvellyn there were more MTBs sleeping in bivi bags and I think we may have woken them as I shouted to my pacers while they were taking in the views “come on lads, we haven’t time for sightseeing, I have schedule to keep to!”. The MTB lads shouted “you guys on the Bob Graham?” ”Yes” we shouted back.
By now I was feeling good. At the bottom of Fairfield I suggested that somebody wait with the bags while one came with me to the summit, but all three stuck with me. We came into Dunmail at 07:49 am, 19 minutes down. If it hadn’t been for the low cloud we could have made back almost all the time I had lost on leg 1, but the Bob is full of what-ifs.
Leg 3, splints!!
Once more I struggled to eat but did change my shoes and socks again. I was wearing a thin pair of liner socks inside my running socks. I am sure the fresh socks; dry shoes and use of liner socks saved me from any blisters at all on my round. Another mug of tea was drunk though. We hit the top of Steel fell 2 minutes ahead of my planned time for that climb and by Thunacar Knott we were only 15 minutes down.
Ian, Jack and Andy F were my planned pacers for this leg. Both Ian and Jack had completed the BG and Andy was my training partner from the start, I felt in good hands. We were joined at the last minute by Adnan who had also completed the BG this year as well and Roy who had supported on leg 1. Jack and Ian commented on my disciplined eating and drinking. From the start of leg 1 I made sure I had a few roasted potatoes, Jelly babies, flapjacks, etc in my hand at all times. Due to the nausea I could only nibble at them, eating ½ a jelly baby at a time, but I tried to do it constantly. If I didn’t have food in my hand I had a bottle of drink. I started my round drinking a sports drink that had been diluted 50/50 with water but I noticed that I was urinating a lot and it was clear so I swapped to drinking pure sports drinks and flat coke. The weather was cooler than I expected with frequent heavy rain showers but the winds had dropped. If the weather had been hotter then I think the 50/50 sports drink/water would have worked better.
In my pre-BG challenge e-mail to my navigators and pacers I had requested that navigators kept 100 yards ahead, then if they had to take bearing or check themselves I would catch them but would not have to stop moving. Support runners were to write down my times and stay by me, giving me food. This worked like clockwork. Jack and Ian, who both knew the route well, worked at the front while Adnan and Andy stuck with me. For a lot of the time it seemed I was taking off my jacket and putting it back on as the rain showers came and went.
From Harrison Stickle to the start of the Bowfell climb I went through a bad patch. I don’t like the slog through Martcrag Moor at the best of times. On the start of the climb up Bowfell I had some Kendal Mint Cake. I had not used it before but I remembered how well it seemed to work for a teammate who was struggling when I did the National 3 Peaks race almost 10 years ago. After a few bits of this I flew up Bowfell, the mint seemed to settle my stomach a bit too. I knocked 6 minutes off my allotted climb time for Bowfell and towards the top I commented to my support that “it wasn’t much of a climb was it?” However, coming off Bowfell I started to get pain in my left shin; shin splints had started.
At Ill Crag we met up with Graham. He was supposed to be roping Broad Stand for us, but told us that it was like a waterfall at the minute on there and too dangerous to try and climb up (I found out later that he fell trying to get a rope to the top for us on his own). That was a bit of a blow, I was hoping that time saved by going over Broad Stand would have put me back on schedule. It was to be Lords Rake and the West Wall Traverse; I much prefer this route to Foxes Tarn. Graham said we shot up Lords Rake so fast that we would have lost little time anyway going this route. Best be safe, the Mountains will always be there for another day.
We made Scafell only 16 minutes down, however I was struggling with my shin splints. Every footstep on the flat was painful, going downhill it was very painful, only when climbing was there no pain. This was a real blow for me as I class myself as an average climber but a good descender. At the Tinto Hill race, a Scottish Hill Runners championship race last November, in a memorable downhill on a course that suits somebody that can let go downhill, I picked up 14 places from the Cain at the top to the finish. I felt this advantage had now been stripped away from me with the injury. Adnan, one of my pacers, commented afterwards that he could see I was leaning to the right while I was running. I was desperately trying to keep the weight off the left side I guess. This action was to give me more trouble as time went on.
I came down off Scafell trying to angle my left leg as best I could to ease the pain, I knew, waiting in Wasdale, was Roger, our club sports masseur and a very good hill runner himself (better than me when he is fit). We got into Wasdale in 5:57 hours, a bit down on my time for that leg but Jack and Ian seemed impressed saying by this time a lot of runners struggle to do this in less than 6 hours. Roger worked on my leg trying to get some of the inflammation down. I had already taken ibuprofen tablets and applied gel on leg 3 before I got into Wasdale. Again I couldn’t eat but did drink. It started to rain heavily and my wife produced an umbrella - she thinks of everything. More tea, more Ibuprofen tablets followed by more gel and another change of shoes and socks and off I go. My official pacers are Rory, Alistair who had completed his own BG last year, and Graham who was roping Broad Stand. At the last minute Dave had asked if he could join us to learn a little for his own attempt which he was thinking of doing next year.
Leg 4, stop moaning!
Yewbarrow first, I had heard a lot of people hated Yewbarrow. It comes at a time in the round when most are suffering and it is a direct frontal attack of a climb straight up the front face. With this in mind I made a point of liking this climb. It is a mind technique I have used in fell races - if there is part of a course most runners hate I learn to like it, that way, on race day what they are dreading I am looking forward to. I have always timed my climbs of Yewbarrow in training as part of this discipline to learn to like it, and my best was 36 minutes. I hit the top in 44 minutes on my BG. On the climb Graham was struggling a little. He had already done a lot that day and due to a change of job he had little time to train hard for 12 months. Before the top where we headed left for the summit I asked Alistair to wait for him, as me Rory and Dave bagged the peak and then meet us in the col. At the col I went down the trod cutting west under Stirrup Crag. Once we got to Dore Head Graham said the pace was too quick and we were to leave him as he would slow us down, he would find his own way back. I had no worries about Graham, he is a first rate navigator and more at home in the mountains than many a man. The thing was if he had continued with us he would have found that my pace slowed.
By the time we got to Steeple we were 17 minutes down, but from here on I struggled. My left shin was giving me real pain on the downhill’s. If I accidentally kicked a stone I winced in pain and would let out a little yelp and, to compound things, I was in pain from my right hip/IT band. I think this was because of running leaning to my right. I was now taking stops to apply more gel and take painkillers. This seemed to dull the pain a little but it came back. I remember thinking to myself, this is not doing me any good and I am going to pay for this afterwards. A thought that I would be out for 5 weeks passed in my mind but I thought this would be a price worth paying to get this done in time. I was getting no sympathy from Dave who just keep saying “stop moaning and get on with it!” Thanks Dave! A little later I and Dave spoke of the ultra-runners saying, “If it hurts to run and hurts to walk you might as well run.” I tried to keep running.
My time from Kirkfell to Great Gable was bang on schedule. I think I must have made up time going up Great Gable as I surely lost time coming off Kirkfell. After Green Gable I was sick. Not sure if it was from the pain or the nausea; the shin splint was giving me pain in two areas, at the bottom and the middle of the shin. The descent of Green Gable was very painful although after being sick and answering the call of nature I felt a little better for the last two peaks of that section. I got into Honister Slate Mine for my change of pacers 53 minutes behind on a sub 23 hour schedule.
LEG 5 in now or never.
With me struggling in the second half of leg 4 it was looking like the graveyard of the BG, as it is sometimes called, was about to get another headstone. Sitting in the chair I was pretty done in. Roger worked on my leg. I still couldn’t eat but again was able to drink. I was leaning my head on the side of my 4X4 while sitting in the chair with my eyes shut. Somebody kept saying “Don’t sleep”. I wasn’t tired, I was trying to block out the pain as Roger massaged the swollen limb. While theoretically it was still possible to complete, it was hanging in the balance. If I didn’t man up it could have slipped from my grasp. I couldn’t afford to drop time like I had on the second half of leg 4. I had to keep more or less to schedule. I had 3 pacers and a Navigator for leg 5.
My planned team for leg 5 was Roy nav’ing, John, Shirley and Gordon as support for the hill section, swapping to Andy R and Steve, my brother, on the road as John and Shirley are not big road running fans and Andy and Steve were not hill runners of choice. Knowing I was in trouble towards the end of leg 4 I asked Rory if he would do leg 5 with me too. Looking back it was perhaps a little unfair of me but I knew Rory and trusted him. However when I got to Honister others had plans unknown to me. Like the cavalry to the rescue, club mates as well as pacers that had already done one or even two legs stepped forward to run the leg. Some had only planned to go the top of Dale Head, or just stop at the road. In the end they all stayed with me to the end.
I set my mind to it, still trying to work out if I could do it. I said to one of my pacers going up Dale Head, “I am not going to do it”. He said “You will complete it” and I said “Not in 24 hours”. He didn’t answer. I just thought to myself, I am not going this far to fail! I dug deeper than ever before, pushing myself as hard as I could. It was now or never. Running in the dark Roy and Rory ran in front route-finding, while John, Shirley, Nigel, Gordon and Andy ran with me, lighting the way and picking the best path, feeding me gels and mint cake. At Robinson one of the pacers shouted “We have 2 hours left to complete, I had pulled back 8 minutes on a 22:30 schedule on the last 3 peaks, and ran in the dark. Instead of losing time as per leg 4 I was pulling time back! !” I had noticed the atmosphere change as we pulled back time with my pacers and the realization that I might complete it after all, you could almost touch the excitement in the air. Next we had the descent off Robinson; this was one part of the Bob that I have never recced. I had done out and back from both ends but not this part of the round. After the rocky bit at the top was cleared we hit the steep grassy slope, I slipped and slid down on the wet grass, I thought this is OK sliding down, it took the weight of my leg which was a relief, and although some of my pacers were concerned I would hit a rock I keep sliding. In the end I must have slid more than I ran down that grass.
Before we got to Robinson I had noticed while running on the grass that it looked like long grass but I knew it was short. I thought it was just shadows and got on with it. Coming down Robinson I thought my head torch was playing up as I had a strange shadow at the bottom of my eyes. Hitting the grass farm track I realized that my eyesight was going. I had a black line like a blind slowly working up my eye cutting down my vision (I had read about the phenomena in a book by a USA Ultra runner, The Confessions Of an All Night Runner. It is caused by lack of a chemical called rhodopsin). I knew I had to reach the gate before the tarmac while I still had some vision because running and picking my way on the rutted farm track while being guided would slow me down too much. I pushed as hard as I could, even telling one of the pacers to get out the way! Once I got to the gate I shouted “My eyesight’s gone! Somebody hold my hand to guide me”. With John holding on to one hand and his partner Shirley holding the other I ran with my eyes shut. I found that after running with my eyes shut for a while the line restricting my vision receded a little, but as I ran with my eyes open it started to come back. I guessed at this point that it wouldn’t be permanent and only a temporary thing.
I got to Newlands Church where I was going to change to my road shoes. Also here waiting were my “road runners”, Andy and Steve. I said “I am not stopping”. I was wearing my old InoV8 318 trail running shoes and knew these were good on the road. I was worried that if I stopped I might cramp up or something else not good would happen and with the end in sight, I just thought keep moving.
Now Andy and Gordon took over guiding me (Gordon lost his wife Helen this year to a brain tumour, so it was apt that he should help guide me home). Somebody said “We have 70 minutes” and I thought then, I can do this! By now Graham and Dave and others from legs already run had joined us. At each hill the lads gave me a commentary - downhill coming, the road’s flat, uphill now! At the first uphills I opened my eyes and said run it or walk it, but after the first two hills I didn’t even open my eyes, I just said run it. We headed down the fenced footpath over the field. Somebody held the gates open for us but with three of us running abreast Andy kept getting nettled, much to Gordon’s amusement. Over the bridge and now a straight run to Moot Hall. Somebody had shouted that we had been clocking 8 minute miles. My brother had only taken up running 10 months ago after I asked if he would pace for me on leg 5. I remember hearing his breathing being labored as he ran behind me on the road, maybe with my eyes shut I was more in tune to my hearing, I checked my own at that point and it seemed as I might as well been walking for how hard I was breathing, if it wasn’t for the splints I surely could have gone faster. Afterwards he said he did a personal best for 5 miles that night running with me, achieving it in 40 minutes, I was pleased for him and hope he keeps to the running as he could be good at it if he tried. So, into the high street I picked up the pace and kicked for the finish, the late night revellers were milling about and I think if any of them had got in the way they would have been lynched by my supporters! Up the steps, kissed the door of Moot Hall, job done. I had pulled another 5 minutes back on the road to give me a time of 23:30 dead. So 42 of the Lake District peaks climb at 48 years old in under 24 hours.
One of my supporters, a man I respect, said “I am proud to call you my mate” that was just reward for me.
Afterwards in the pub somebody said it was like a Rocky film. At Honister I came in out for the count, hardly able to keep my eyes open, my left leg wrecked and my right little better. As I sat on my chair my crew worked on me to get me out for the final round. I was behind on points and the 7 foot Russian was laughing at me. I needed a knockout punch to win. The crowd was going mad cheering me on (my supporters) and I ran myself until blind to knock the Russian out!
The after effects.
In the pub afterwards when I sat down I still had my tracker on in my back shorts pocket. I turned it off and had a pint of orange Juice and lemonade. Rory told me this year was the 25th since the first Annan and District Athletic Club Member completed the BG, the following day I got a message of congratulations off Peter, our first member to complete it. After the pub in the car park I was sick twice and again once we got back to the B&B. I climbed the stairs to our room at the BB then collapsed and asked my wife who she was as she helped me to my feet. One more collapse in the night when I went to the loo.
Because of the shin splints in my left leg, I visited A+E as a precaution (see photo). The doctor shook his head and said "Amazing what the body will do if the mind is determined enough". A week and a half later I still have numb toes. The leg is still swollen but its normal colour, I am icing it as often as I can and although it is painful to walk on it is getting better every day.
My Physio says I got off surprisingly lightly considering what I did but it looks like I could be out of running for 5 weeks. I don’t suppose I can complain as I was happy to pay that price at the end of leg 4. In the week following I had inspired two of my pacers to set a date next May for their own attempt at the Bob Graham Round, also John and Shirley are training for the Joss Nailer Challenge, I will be there for you guys too.
I owe a big debt of gratitude to a lot of people, all my pacers and road supports, members of Annan and District Athletic Club, but I will single out 3 people for a special thank you, Louise, Andy F and Rory.
I thank you all.
The end.
When I got to the CP at the car park, Laureda was there sitting in the van. Her ankle not only looked swollen but a big vein was popping out on the side – looking quite painful. A doc was looking after her so I started taking care of my business by eating and wanted to fill my water. As it happened they had run out of water and were waiting for some other volunteers to re-supply. I was pissed off about this and wondered how on earth they could not have water… I was not going to hang out there with my empty flasks!
