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Wednesday, 6 March 2013
High peak Marathon 2013
was over two years ago since my last encounter with the High Peak Marathon. On
that occasion, probably due to the lack of training, after we got a last minute
entry as a reserve team, I had struggled over the last section of the route from
Snake Top. So with a guaranteed entry this year, surely I would arrive at the
start line race fit?
I hadn’t been able to do any regular long distance training, due to work
commitments and a busy schedule with my son’s swimming training, I had got some
decent runs in with fellow club mates. Andy Gartside and I had completed a
night-time round of the Saddleworth 5 Trigs and Howard Chambers joined us for a
night round of the new 5 Trigs a couple of weeks later. In addition, fellow HPM
team member Gaynor Keane and I had a good run around the 26 mile Anglezark Amble
at the beginning of February. With three weeks to go to the HPM I had planned a
couple of other long runs on the hills that would stand me in good stead. Like
all best laid plans it wasn’t to be. Work etc. got in the way and I had to fly
out to the Middle East where I wouldn’t run another step until returning home.
Spending all my time cooped on board aircraft, sat in vehicles and hanging
around in hotels I could feel my legs wasting away.
home to the UK, I went out for a six mile run on the Tuesday previous to the
HPM. Whilst the run went well I woke the following morning with my legs aching.
With only 3 days to go it wasn’t a positive sign. With the exception of breaking
a leg, or something similar, I knew I would complete the route but I didn’t want
a repeat of the last outing.
High Peak Marathon has a reputation as a tuff and daunting challenge that
traverses some of the most severe upland terrain in the Peak District. Combined
with the distance and severe weather conditions that can be encountered, along
with the fact that the majority of the route will be completed in darkness, it
is not for the faint-hearted. Lack of sleep is another contributing factor to
the events toughness. With most competitors arriving at the start-line after
finishing a full day at work they will be setting out into the night for what,
for most, will be over 12 hours of arduous, sleep deprived,
day arrived and I spent all day at work looking forward to getting down to Edale
and getting the challenge underway. My kit was sat at home packed and ready to
go and I was eager for the off. After finishing work there would be no time for
going home and putting my feet up for a rest. As always I was running about
doing one thing another. With the team meeting at my house for 8.30pm I called
at the chippy for a late tea. Chips, Pie and Peas. The food of
Webb and Roy Gardner arrived at my house bang on time. We loaded the kit and
collected Gaynor Keane on route to Edale. Chris, Roy and myself know each other
well and the drive down was full of chatter and banter. Chris, in his usual
joyful manner was going on about us setting, and maintaining, a 7 minute mile
pace across Bleaklow and on into Edale. I glanced across to see the look on
Gaynors face, who was doing the HPM for the first time, which read, “What the
hell have I let myself in for here”.
ran the HPM with Chris on my last outing. Chris was unsuccessful at getting his
team into this year’s event but joined our team after Colin Bishop had to pull
out due to work commitments. Chris is a very experienced ultra-distance runner.
Extremely fit and highly motivated, with an infectious enthusiasm, he completed
the 145 mile Grand Union Canal race, a couple of years ago, in a very good time.
There are a handful of people who are a pleasure to run with on long-distance
outings and Chris is definitely one of them. Whilst he is capable of quick times
over long distances he is a great team player and never looks down on people
just because they don’t move at the same pace as himself.
Not long to go
at the event centre in Edale we conducted the mandatory kit inspection and then
set about devouring the mountains of pre-race food and drinks that are laid on
for the competitors. The atmosphere in the village hall is always buzzing and
it’s an opportunity to catch up with people you haven’t seen for a while. This
event attracts some of the biggest names in ultra-distance fell running but
there is no sense of elitism from anyone. The whole room is filled with a
vibrant, friendly atmosphere and the students of Sheffield University, who
organise the event, can’t do enough for you.
start time of 11:29pm soon arrived and we were off out of the door to a round of
applause and shouts of ‘good luck’ from organisors and competitors alike. The
route to the first check point is straight forward enough and involves a direct
ascent up to Hollins Cross. Full of enthusiasm and spring in their steps many
teams set out too fast, in these early stages, only to burn out later on. With
it always taking me at least an hour to warm up and settle down, on any run, I
took the ascent nice and steady. With a couple of teams passing by and the rest
of Team SRC waiting at the check point my legs felt
route to the second check point, on Lose Hill, is only a couple of kilometres
away but teams chose a variety of lines. The decent towards hope is good going
underfoot and on normal occasions is a down-hillers paradise. However, tonight,
in a bid to save leg strength, the descent is conducted in a controlled
the Cheshire Cheese public house Roy had the sudden urge to need to find a
secluded spot in the woods. Earlier in the evening, at his daughter’s birthday
party, she had given him a bottle of Coconut Water. Telling him it was the
latest energy giving drink, he had consumed the whole bottle just before we
crossed the start-line. Obviously she was getting her revenge on her father who
had had to leave her party early to go off and do some mad-capped run. When she
gave him the witches brew she could not have envisaged just how many times her
Dad would pay for his crimes, throughout the night.
was a last minute addition to the team after Howard Chambers had been forced to
pull out due to injury. Standing at over 6 feet tall he is a strong, talented
runner and a great team asset. With his relaxed, friendly attitude and
supportive nature he is the ideal person to be out on the hills with for any
extended period of time.
Chris setting a quick pace we soon reached Win Hill and made our decent to
Yorkshire Bridge. Chris continued the quick walk/jog pace up the long road
section that is New Road. Deciding that this was too quick a pace, at this still
early stage, I deliberately dropped off the back a little and chatted with an
all-female team who were moving at my preferred pace. Always with a spring in
her step, and still experiencing the early stage highs of the event, Gaynor was
happy to go at Chris’s pace. However, we still had many more miles to go and we
still hadn’t stepped foot on any real rough ground yet. Being her first event I
wanted to ensure that we moved at the right pace to ensure success and save
energy for later on. Besides, I didn’t want to burn myself out
was whilst on this road section that I began to feel a sharp pulling under the
arch of my left foot. Whilst not causing any real pain, the nagging worry that
it may develop into something worse would plague me for some time to
the others up at the track which leads up to Stanege Edge I joked with them
about the merits of adopting the ‘Maylor Shuffle’ and jogged by, on route to
High Nebb. Another check point down we moved at a good pace over Moscar Moor to
the food station on the A57. As with all the check points we were greeted by a
group of joyous students in fancy dress.
a cup of tea and a sandwich we headed off down the A57 to the checkpoint at
Cuthroat Bridge, before striking out across the moor to Derwent Edge. The edge
is runnable virtually the whole way and we made good progress to Lost Lad where
Roy, yet again, had to pay the price for crimes against his
down to Sheepfold Clough we climbed up onto Howden Edge and made way to the Trig
Point at Outer Edge, via Cut Gate. From here on the ground is extremely rough
and notoriously boggy. However, with temperatures down to around minus
six degrees and, in parts, covered in snow we were able to make good progress.
The firm snow was a delight to run on and, using it to our advantage, we passed
teams who were travelling on rough frozen ground and had not yet recognised the
advantages of our new found friend.
Check Point on Outer
a cold wind now blowing head-on the temperature dropped again and rucksacks and
cags became encrusted in a layer of frost. My water bottle had frozen and I
couldn’t open the valve to access the solidifying solution within. The traverse
across Harden Moss to Swains Head passed by with relative ease, although both
Roy and I did break through a frozen bog together and ended up knee deep in its
freezing cold contents.
next section onto Bleaklow is one of the most difficult sections as far
as navigation is concerned. Whilst visibility was perfect we wanted a good line
across this rough ground which is bisected with countless deep peat groughs.
This is where Chris’s intimate route knowledge is an advantage. We decided to
continue to use the snow to our benefit and, whilst many other teams seemed to
be going across country on a direct bearing, we followed the meandering, snow
filled, peat groughs. It was definitely a good choice as we made good progress,
whilst saving valuable energy, and emerged just a couple of hundred metres short
of the checkpoint at Bleaklow Stones.
The long awaited
grabbing a quick bite to eat we enjoyed watching a much awaited sun rise over to
the East. It was a beautiful sight and one that we would have missed had we
opted to stay at home tucked up in warm beds.
again using the tried and tested method of following the meandering, snow
filled, groughs we headed for Bleaklow Wainstones. With a warming sun now
emerging on our backs we could, at last, turn off the head torches as we picked
up the Pennine Way and made our way to the second feed station at Snake Road
a quick cup of tea we crossed the Snake Road and followed the paved, runnable,
path up onto Mill Hill. The temperature was warming up now and Roy and I opted
to take off our cags. I only wish that I had had my shorts with me because I was
desperate to lose my longs too and get some air to my
Friendly students at Snake Road
Mill Hill we made the short but steep climb onto Kinder Scout and followed the
edges past Kinder Downfall over towards Kinder Low. Normally, when running along
this edge you would be skipping and flitting from rock to rock with the grace of
a ballet dancer. However, with tiring legs and aching joints every rock and
boulder now becomes an annoying and unwanted obstacle in the way of forward
progress. Many people mistakenly think that if you can make it to the Snake Road
Top you are almost home. In fact, this last section, back to Edale, is much
further than appreciated and it is now that the dividends of adopting a sensible
pace throughout will pay off. Unlike my last HPM I was feeling good. Whilst not
running fast I was feeling comfortable and enjoying the whole
down off the Kinder Plateau Gaynor was starting to suffer badly from a pain in
her knee. She had had a great run, so far, but was now beginning to feel the
effects of moving into untested distance. Gaynor has a natural running talent.
Full of energy and light on her feet, she is fast over the shorter distances and
has proven that she also has a talent for long distances too. She is a great
person to run with and an ideal team member for an event like this. Knowing how
Gaynor likes a challenge she will deffinately be looking to enter the HPM again.
Now that she has experienced it, and with the right training and the right team
she will probably look to go for a faster time in
the checkpoint to the East of Edale Cross, and whilst waiting for Gaynor, the
marshal’s produced a packet of chocolate chip cookies from within the depths of
their tent. Offering some to us they tasted fantastic. The taste gave us an
instant lift and we set off with new found energy and enthusiasm. Passing Brown
knoll we enjoyed running on the last of the snow, and like my water bottle, it
was beginning to Thaw. My foot broke through a small snow bridge, over a stream,
causing a tumble.
Gaynor was now clearly suffering from the pain in her knee, and lagging behind a
little, she maintained the effort and we soon reached Rushop Edge before
skirting around the bottom of Mam Tor for the final traverse of high
the last checkpoint in the bag, at Hollins Cross, all that was left was the
final decent into the valley below, from whence we came many hours before. The
last time I completed the HPM, it took me as long to make this descent has it
had done to climb it on the way out. This time I flitted down with relative ease
to the road at the bottom.
by the rest of the team we made the short return trip along the road to the
event centre and, applauded by organisors and competitors, we clocked in with a
very credible time of 11 hours 39 minutes.
had had a fantastic event and thoroughly enjoyed the whole experience together.
The make-up of the characters within the team was ideal and we all worked well
together, throughout. I am already looking forward to next year’s event and
would gladly run it again with Roy, Chris and Gaynor. Thanks to you all for your
final words have to go to all the High Peak Marathon organisors. Without the
relentless energy and enthusiasm that these students show this successful event
would not be what it is. The organisation is second to none and faultless. In
addition to all the pre-event organisation, they arrive at the event centre at
07.30 on the Friday morning to get everything prepared. They make all the
sandwiches, cakes, pre and post-race meals themselves and transport food out to
the two feed stations. Marshalls go out to the remote checkpoints as early as
5:00pm and are there to greet you, in the dead of night, with big smiles and
boundless energy and support. Then when it’s all over, and the competitors are
heading home to have hot baths and put their feet up, these enthusiastic
students still have to pack up and come in off the
after the race was done, and just as I was going to bed at gone 11pm, I was
reflecting on how I’d been awake since 6am on Friday morning. Forty one hours in
total. As I contemplated enjoying a nice Sunday morning lie-in I thought about a
conversation I’d had with one of the students after the race. She had told me
that she had been at the event centre since 7.30am on Friday morning. Saying
that she must be looking forward to putting her feet up on Sunday, she told me
that she was studying Neurology and that she had a dissertation to get done.
Whilst I was thinking that she probably had a few weeks to get it completed she
duly informed me that it had to be written and handed in by Monday