UTMB – TDS RACE Weds 26th August 2015 06:00


I competed this race in 2013 and was the hardest race I had ever done, the blog is also on pureTRAIL.uk website.

Entries opened for the 5 races of the UTMB week in December and qualification is required over the preceding 2 years to ensure running experience and stamina for these endurance events. My qualification for the was completion of the TDS race in 2013! All of the races have a lottery because more people apply than they can allow to run, except the TDS. Not as many people apply and that is one reason I did as I was pretty much guaranteed entry. Also, as a taxi driver, it’s easier for me to holiday avoid my busy summer period at weekends.

The race is highly technical trail running race of 75 miles and 7,250 metres of ascent. When you consider Mount Snowdon is 1,085 metres in height, there is a lot of climbing. At times there are ropes and steel bars to hold onto to avoid falling on jagged rocks! At least this year we started an hour earlier and I managed that part in daylight and was very thankful.

All competitors are required to take additional clothing in a backpack such as, waterproof jacket and trousers, warm and waterproof gloves, leggings, emergency food, additional long sleeve top, warm hat, cap, mobile phone, 2 head torches (both with additional spare batteries and I forgot an elasticated bandage! When it came to register on Tuesday I had to run to a chemist and buy one, a bit stressful with only a few hours until registration closed but within a few minutes I was happily clutching a proper bandage. I even cut a 1m strip off for another forgetful person in the queue. Lesson learned. The checklist randomly produced a list of 4 items from a list of 15, but it’s good that checks are in place. The man in front of me didn’t not have full leggings and was not happy that he was turned away. The problem the organisers have is that should weather conditions change at heights of 2,500 metres, people can suffer from hypothermia and it is then very difficult to rescue someone off the mountain.

OBJECTIVE 1 – to finish within the 33 hour cut off
OBJECTIVE 2 – to finish under 30 hours to qualify for Western States 100
OBJECTIVE 3 – to finish quicker than 2013, in 28:17
OBJECTIVE 4 – to finish the race running in with my wife and daughters
OBJECTIVE 5 – to finish injury free



Wednesday and race day – this required a 3:30am alarm but I was already awake at 3:16 to catch a 4:00 bus to the start in Courmayeur, Italy. The problem, with this is that you arrive at 4:45 and sit around in a sports centre for an hour before walking nearly a mile to the start! In this time I made sure I had everything needed at my fingertips in my backpack and rearranged my dropbag (clothes, food, etc), which I would receive at an aid station about halfway around the course. I had breakfast of bananas, grapes and nuts and hydrated well. With 20/30 minutes to the start at 6am, people left to walk to the start line. For the second year, I have no idea how people knew where to go but I just followed the 1,800 others.

It was still dark so I put my head torch on my head and then realised it would be light within 15 minutes so I elected to put it back as we run through Courmayeur town centre with plenty of supporters for a while and then the start of the first big climb of 700 metres ascent in just 7 kilometres. It seemed I had hydrated well because I stopped for two pee stops on the climb losing about 150-200 places. At the first checkpoint I was 1,721st out of 1,800 (these were only known after the race) and the queue out of the checkpoint was at a standstill because the wider skiing route turned into a one foot wide path. One foot wide paths make up 80% of the TDS route from then on, the majority of which had varying amounts of water, gravel or snarly rocks to negotiate. Finally we get to a stretch of downhill and then I have to consider how fast to run this stretch as I don’t want to hurt my quads so early in a very testing race. A lovely run down to a beautiful lake and the first of many aid stations and up to 1607th position. I always seek the salty noodle soup but also the salami and cheese that’s available. I also had a little ‘doggy bag’ for extra salami to eat on the move. Everything seems to be going well, except the long queues up ahead, although each time it’s probably saving my legs for later.




The sun had risen and the temperature was also rising quickly. Having run the next section before, I knew to fill an extra water bottle due to the time between checkpoints and the heat of the day. I still had to refill in a stream prior to Col de Petit St Bernard which is a border area between Italy and France. 2 climbs of 600m and 500m are in between and this takes time, there is a 10k downhill that seems to take forever because I still have to watch my footing in case of tripping over loose stones.


Another top up of water, soup, salami, cheese and I grab some Overstims bars as these always taste good and seem to give me energy. Up to 1,376th and I’m guessing others are struggling with the heat, climbs and descents. I felt glad that there was a good runnable section but daren’t push it too much too early as there was a massive climb after which took me 4 hours in the race 2 years ago. I decided I’d call my, Sophie, my wife to say I’m fine and I was half hour quicker than 2013. The phone cut out after a few seconds so decided I’d call my pureTRAIL.uk events director, Mark Brooks, and he’d convey my emotions to Sophie. All on track and a great aid station minutes away. This was overrun with extremely hot and sweaty people sitting down in the shade. I decided I’d stay standing, re-fuel and go. I knew from last time there would be a kit check so I was ready for them this time. Two head torches out (with spare batteries for each), mobile phone and waterproof jacket all ticked off their list. Onwards and upwards.

Having been out in the mountains for over 9 hours and completed 30 miles, it’s a little surreal walking through the narrow streets of Bourg Saint Maurice but reality soon hits me. A massive climb of 1,754 metres awaits and I’d not gone 1/2 mile when there were families outside their houses, with their kids, offering cups of water, some had troughs and hats or Buffs were dipped in the cold water to help cope with the heat of the day. This climb is the longest of the race and I was only too familiar with it from 2 years prior. It was head down and follow the person in front and not think of time. Just one foot in front of the other. The only stopping was to wipe the sweat from my brow, again and again. Previously I’d arrived at the summit just in time to put on my head torch and jacket ready for the evening. This time we had started an hour earlier so more daylight meant arriving at Roseland just before dusk. Over the summit is the most technical section of the course, with jagged rocks and a steep descent, with handrails of rope or metal to help us from falling.


Much easier in the daylight and meant I was ahead of schedule and got to 40 mile point where my drop bag and hot food would be waiting for me 😃 image

I faffed about getting food, putting jacket and waterproof trousers on (for warmth), head torch on, and getting more food.


Finally I left in the dark and slowly made progress up a slight hill that then turning into an almighty steep ascent to La Gitte (was far worse than the profile looked). It was just following the person’s feet in front of me for hours. Having completed the race before, I now have a better recollection of the route and enjoyed the peace and tranquility of the long downhill through Notre-Dame de la Gorge where I saw no one for an hour and arrived in Les Contamines at 04:23 (33 minutes up on 2013). I remember this checkpoint well because last time I had to have a caffeine gel to give me impetus for me up the steep climb out. At least I had a climb up through the woods (my favourite terrain) but also I knew the climb up Col de Tricot was really tough. About 800 metres of ascent in 2.5 kilometres, the steepest section of course but that’s most of the course ascent done. I followed a guy all the way up and eventually there were 6 of us just heads down and snaking up the slope.

Legs are feeling the downhills more than the ups now and a sticky clay surface with narrow gullies was not helping my legs! Then a technical down to a lovely bridge over melting glacial waters giving a chill as I crossed it. I had forgotten the technical up. Using my hands to climb over boulders, and then a few areas where ropes or metal bars were required to assist. I ran a few of the flat paths and caught a few people out by running past them. Once past, I wouldn’t stop for a while as it doesn’t seem right to overtake and then they go past and walk. I could ‘smell’ Bellevue, the ski station where I had visited on UTMB amended route 2012 and TDS 2013 and the start of a mainly downhill finish for TDS. 10 miles to go and about 250 metres of ascent left. The start of the finish.

I loved the next section, through the woods for a few miles but some sharp, slippy and technical bends to negotiate. I was running behind Frenchmen who was ushering me to go past and I said I wasn’t in a rush to pass, but I did! I knew there was a tarmac downhill that takes us right to the next aid station of Les Houches and about 10k to go. I got my customary cuppa of tea and fruit cake and called my wife, Sophie, who confirmed they had been up and out for a few hours and we’re ready to meet me at NEPA (absolute quality running clothing from Korea and their only shop in Europe) to run into the finish with our 3 and 8 year old girls 😃

I decided I would do my best to run what I could but any hint of a gradient was proving very difficult. A combination of a shuffle with the poles working overtime and running on the level and downhill, got me near to an English guy ahead and I convinced myself he was trying to stay in front of me. He had been chatting to a lady with a baby buggy so I asked her and she said he was just aiming to finish before 10am. When I asked her the time, I realised I could finish before 10am and therefore knock 20 minutes off my previous time! A quick call to Sophie to expect me before 10am. They were ready.

On this stretch, it amazed me the amount of water that comes from the glacier in the mountains. Absolutely gushing down the mountain like a torrent. Maybe I hadn’t really noticed it previously.

The last stretch of road and lots of people walking towards me were congratulating me and then I enter the Main Street and more people clapping and 1 kilometre to go. Sophie and the girls where in position and all gave me a hug. Mark was there with camera at the ready. Hand in hand with my daughters, we ran the last 200 metres to the finish with Mark videoing the moment for posterity.


Finishing time was 27:52:23 and 25 minutes quicker than 2013. All objectives achieved and felt amazing at the finish. I have taken it easy at the start to be in 1721st position and eventually 583rd overall. This compares to 2013 where I did similar and came from 1421st to 518th. Proves that the race has become more competitive as the UTMB has become more oversubscribed and some UTMB rejects from the lottery, are offered places in the TDS.


The family thoroughly enjoyed Chamonix and want to go back in 2016 so I’d better make up my mind which race to enter. So many choices, CCC is 60 miles, UTMB 103 miles and more time in the mountains and less time with the family, or the TDS AGAIN! Oh! There is a smaller 30 mile race but that’s not really for me!

My legs recovered well and all my objectives achieved. One month later I completed the Chagford Challenge of 30 miles on Dartmoor for the 5th consecutive year and therefore delighted to maintain my fitness. 77 marathons (and Ultras) completed and now closing in on my 100th, planned for early 2017.

I entered the Western States but expecting the odds to be against me at a ratio of 10:1, it was a slim chance and both Mark and I at pureTRAIL.uk were unsuccessful. That saved a lot of cash on a family holiday to the States!

All the talk is all about UTMB when Chamonix is mentioned in the Ultrarunning world but I absolutely love the solitude along the narrow paths of the TDS route and thoroughly recommend it to anyone considering the UTMB.

Steve Skedgell

Should I enter this race again.. or shouldn’t I..? Two weeks prior to UTMB.. These were the thoughts going through my mind as I contemplated my history of race recovery times.. In the end I decided I would attempt it, even though I knew I was cutting it close. My thought process was..’the faster I run it, the longer my recovery time for Chamonix’.. This is probably not text book race planning, but who reads texts books? Its how you feel about how your body is performing at a certain time.. I knew I was in good condition, I’d done two 100s in prep for UTMB. I’d done a 100 PB at the South Downs Way in June,  a few ultras between 40 and 50 miles, a couple of  fast 20s and a handful of 10ks (for speedwork, not fun..!) So. There I was… Shall I go for the Plague? It’s a Mudcrew event along the Roseland Peninsula in Cornwall. A 64 mile out-and-back race following the South West Coast Path. I’d done it in 2013, and finished in 2nd place, in around 12 hours 50 mins. I’d taken a wrong path at one stage on the outward leg, died on my arse at about 35, then came back strong for the final 10.. So.. I knew there was room for improvement. 12 hours 30 was possible. Ok, so I’d found that little itch that got me to sign up again..(I thought I could do 12.30) Looking at the two previous years’ winners, that time would win it. It was worth a shot. If I had a good race here, then the euphoric state of mind, positivity and confidence would get me through UTMB.

UTMB was my focal race of 2015. Everything lead to it, everything would go into it, and everything would be left on the mountain. As is inevitably the case.. And as they say.. fail to prepare, prepare to fail…and preparation is as much mental as physical. For me the mental prep is lead-in races, planning them in advance to get me ready for the main event. Together with as much time on my feet training over Dartmoor as I can manage. Quality or quantity? Both..! I think about where I am, I enjoy the feeling of running through nature, I absorb the sights and sounds..the rivers, the tors, the birds, the wild ponies.. Then I get back to the running. In ultras I tend not to run up sharp gradients, steep ascents, because there’s always a long way to go. I don’t think it matters.. not in the long run. In training, I do..! I embrace the hills, train on them, repeat them. I’ll often get to the top of a tor, then run back down to repeat the ascent, as part of my run.. In the armed forces they would call it a ‘sickener’.. you think you’re at the finish, then you’re told its not.. ‘Do it again..’ But I love the ascents, and because of my love of mountain running I feel confident racing over them… No matter how bad I feel in a race, if I’m in the mountains, I really wouldn’t be anywhere else, doing anything else.

So, Friday August 14th. 11.50pm. There’s about 100 of us on the start line at Porthpean, waiting for the race briefing. It would be a good night for running, dry with a partly occluded sky, so not cold..

My pre-race anxieties soon dissipated as I started steadily, and tried to find a rhythm along the notoriously undulating and ‘steppy’ first section toward the first checkpoint at Pentewan. I kept an eye on the runners up ahead (their headtorches were a dead giveaway..) and as I approached the check, I had 3 runners in front, all within a quarter of a mile.. I was running well below capacity, so this was a real boost for confidence.. I’ve mentioned it before in this write-up, but for me, when I run ultras, i’m always looking for an ‘edge’, a mental edge which will spike my performance, it’s a type of mind-trickery (i’m tricking myself). But in this instance, right here.. I almost felt as if I had the race.. if I held it all together.. easier said than done.. but I knew there was nobody faster. Not today. If they weren’t well ahead after 4 or 5 miles, they probably wouldn’t be ahead after 64…Again..positive stuff. Wasn’t going to be easy though.

And so it transpired..

By Gorran, the 11 mile check,  I had overtaken the 2nd and 3rd place runners. The lead runner ( who turned out to be Michael Robinson, Black RAT 32 mile winner in 2014) was leaving as I arrived… No worries. I chatted with Duncan Oakes and James Turner at the checkpoint, sank a few Red Bulls, knocked back a few cocktail sausages, and I was back out hunting.. Its good to be the hunter, rather than the hunted (if you’re feeling strong).

Within a few miles, I had caught Mike, he had taken a wrong path, so had I.. i’d done it two years before also..! We exchanged a few expletives regarding course markings and we were back on track. We had lost about 5 minutes. We could see headtorches behind us now. Shit. Time to accelerate, but it was a steep uphill. Still, we accelerated away. The lights behind us became increasingly small and distant. A really satisfying feeling, especially as I felt like I was running on air.. maybe the Red Bull really had given me wings.. I’d never used it before during an ultra.

Mike and myself ran together for around 15 miles. We came into Portscatho together, about 28 miles, as the first light of morning revealed the beauty of Roseland, where the land meets the sea.. it was perfect. If I weren’t in a race I would have sat there, looked out to sea and soaked it all in, it was such a perfect, breathless morning. It was a privilege to be there.. I just hoped it wouldn’t get too hot as the day and race progressed.

Between Portscatho and St Anthony (halfway), Mike put in a really fast mile (I had stopped briefly to put my headtorch away) and he put a good distance between us. I remember thinking that I didn’t know why he had done this as there was such a long way to go. But by St Anthony I had passed him, and he seemed to be slowing.. I felt really good at halfway, really strong, and in control. I demolished another can of Red Bull, handed to me by Andy Ferguson, event organiser. A few inspiring words from him, and I was off again just before Mike arrived. I didn’t see him again.

The next 2o miles is where I put my effort in, nothing spectacular, but averaging 9-10 minute miles.. simply maintaining a steady pace. I found a rhthym along the flattish section to Portscatho and then along to Portloe.. I had no idea where anyone else was, but i knew I wouldn’t be overhauled if I was doing 6mph. I felt great, the weather was fantastic, warm, a cooling breeze.. And then suddenly, I lost it.. Coming into Gorran checkpoint for the second time, 53 miles done.. the check was a little further around the headland than I remembered, I didn’t eat as I was waiting to get food there, and in an instant I had no energy. I really couldn’t walk to the check, let alone run. I sat down. Tried to compose myself, pull myself together. I needed food, and drink. If I had both now, there may be a chance of completing the race. I took my UD pack off, had a good drink, and thought about what I needed to eat, what I could stomach. Everything I had in my pack seemed inedible.. protein bar.. I tried it, nibbled it.. No, not working. I drained a TORQ gel.. Nearly vomited.. Then I remembered I’d stashed two pieces of pizza in the bottom of my pack, last minute. It really was THE saviour of my race.. I felt the energy slowly, gradually, by degrees, flood back into my body.. I stood up, put my pack on again, and staggered the half mile to Gorran checkpoint. Duncan and James were still there.. they’d been up all night.. I looked at them.. they looked worse than me.. then I noticed the pile of wine bottles.. In fairness, they probably didn’t look any worse than me, and my guess is they felt a whole lot better.. I sat down in a heap, and was waited on by the checkpoint staff.. Great job lads, and lasses..! I lost time at the checkpoint, but I needed the r and r. So eventually, maybe 15 mins later.. (seemed longer) I restarted my race, worried. How far behind were the others? I was trying to pick up my pace, but there was very little left. It was here that I had to use my self deception technique once again, and tell myself that however bad I felt, the others were feeling worse.. I wasn’t very convincing.. I’d heard it all before..

It’s a tough last section, back to Pentewan, then a killer final few miles with all those short, steep hills and steps.. but eventually I was directed (past where I thought the finish line was..in 2013) down towards the coast and then back up to the Outdoor Centre at Porthpean for the finish.. Great feeling to cross the line in first place.. It doesn’t happen very often. My time was 12 hrs 13 mins.. I’d exceeded my own pre-race expectations and set a new course record.. But a part of me knows I could have done better.. I’ll have to return next year to do so.

Mike Robinson finished in just under 13 hours. In 3rd place. A great effort in his first Plague race. I’m sure he’ll be back.

Second place went to Stephen Gehne, in a time of 12 hrs 31 mins.. He had a storming last third of the race..  Great controlled running.. Hope to see both Stephen and Mike back there next year. Looking forward to it already.

IMG_2190 Mark Brooks


6am – only a beautiful time of day if there is a run involved




Ths MudCrew event has distances of 11, 20, 32 and 64 miles. Two years ago I ran the 32 mile route as preparation for my TDS race in Chamonix, I came 15th in 5:48 and thought I should prepare the same again this year and hoped that my extra training would mean a faster time.

The start time is 08:30 but registration closes at 06:30 to allow time coaches time to get us to the start 32 miles down the coast. This meant leaving home before 05:00 and also impacting on my evening shift as a taxi driver the night before. I managed to get to bed for 11pm but it was a rush to get to Porthpean, Cornwall in time.

On arrival in Porthpean, I grabbed by Ultimate Direction backpack and started walking to registration, then realised I didn’t have trail shoes on, thinking they would be in the kit checklist, so I changed. Back I go and then realised my waterproof was in the boot of my car. Another u-turn. Registration was all done in minutes and away I come and back to the car to finalise the last bit of preparation – eating breakfast of bananas and grapes and taking a banana for half hour before the start. Buses left at 06:50-0700 and I was glad to have a seat to myself to try and doze. Then it occurred to me that I had forgotten to Vaseline the parts that chaff but hoped I’d get away with it (I didn’t!).

On arrival at St Anthony head, I saw the welcoming faces of Andrew Ferguson (Fergs) and Isobel Wykes (Issy) and asked to see how Mark Brooks of pureTRAIL was getting on in the 64 mile race. He was leading by a few seconds from Michael Robinson, who I also know and was first entrant into our Dartmoor Volcano race. I later learnt that Mark won in a course record time and Michael was 3rd.

After a short while, 08:30 arrived and I met Ange Martin on the start line. She had come to Dartmoor and ran the volcano race route the week before. We were off on time and immediately I started to remember the route, quite easy to start with and with Mark’s performance in my mind, I thought I’d start at a good pace as it seems fairly runnable. Within 3 miles I was sweating, my Salomon fellraisers (replacing Speedcross I threw in the bin this week and ideal for the wet winter/Dartmoor terrain) were not required in the drier trails, as I’d expected wetter because of rain the previous few days. This caused me discomfort and my calves start to hurt. I had felt them tight the week before and booked a massage for the Tuesday after this race but I was surprised how poor I was at climbing the hills. I ran through the first aid station as I wanted to save time and would take a little longer at the next aid station which was 12 miles in. Here I saw the 20 mile race starters and plenty of cheering from them before they started a little later. There I had a cola for the caffeine, a few cocktail sausages, I took watermelon to eat on the move, flapjack and diary fudge sweets to keep in reserve.

It’s very unusual for me to have a bad race, feel bad, sweat so much, have tight legs and struggle uphill. Whilst all this was happening, there were only a few that had overtaken me on the odd occasion. At the time I hadn’t given it much thought, as later the leaders of the 20 mile and then the 10 mile race would fly past. Basically, I was so poor that I dreaded the downhills because I knew there would be an uphill after. It is not like me to do this as I can usually climb better than most, albeit walking than running. I could run downhill and force myself to run on the flat, although flat was hard to come by now as it was a tough last 12 miles. It was great seeing Fergs, James, Duncs and Pat of MudCrew at checkpoints and I’m sure they will say how negative I was.

I have to say that I spoke to no one for more than a few seconds throughout the race, except at checkpoints. It was a case of getting it over and done with. Great knowing there was 6 miles to go as that’s just a training run distance and then it’s all over.

In summary, my preparation for the day was poor and I had forgotten how tough the course was. I assumed I would do better than 2 years ago. Cannot put my finger on exactly what caused me to struggle but hoping it will not have a negative affect on my biggest running challenge of the year, the TDS in Chamonix on 26th August. The biggest personal challenge of the year is organising the Dartmoor Volcano race on 13th September!



My second 100 in a month.. All in a good cause..  prep for UTMB..

I’ll digress a little..

Temperature was good for a mid June race, maybe 17-19 degrees, with a little mist and drizzle to start, clearing and maybe hitting 20-21 later in the day.. Ideal really. Not overly warm, and no rain forecast..

Winchester start.. 6am

Started easily, fast, maybe a little too fast. The start of the SDW is fast, easy.. maybe that’s why I started that way.. 7mph is fast for me.. Almost 14 miles in the first two hours.. I knew that was fast, and I knew I would slow up.. I got to the 54 mile checkpoint (Washington) in 9.25 hours.. I felt ok but had been struggling with sporadic cramps in my calves and hamstrings since about mile 40.. which soon spread to pretty much everywhere.


Back, arms, quads.. Was asking myself why I did this stuff..? Then realised I wouldn’t be anywhere else, doing anything else.. But what about sipping a pina colada, on a beach in Barbados..?


I wanted the pina colada in Eastbourne.. That’s why I do this stuff.. to sip outrageous drinks from the 1980’s in totally random places.. I had a can of Lilt in my drop bag..

Back to the serious stuff…

The SDW  is a flinty, chalky, dryish trail.. (unless its raining) It’s a good race for a PB.. (it’s all runnable!)

So.. Cramps continued well into the race.. I think up until maybe mile 80.. It was dark by then, really misty, and the temperature plummeted.. As it got cooler my muscles dealt with the dehydration, I felt tired but, I knew from experience that I was regaining my strength.. The last 20 were a massive improvement. At the last checkpoint I met up with Paul Bennett, who I had started the race with, and we pushed on together with Shaun Avis. to a finish at Eastbourne in 19hrs 18mins.. It was almost 1.30am..

An ideal time for a pina colada..


The SDW100, like all of the Centurion Running events, is brilliantly well marked, great organisation, with well stocked checkpoints manned by knowledgeable checkpoint staff.. Thumbs up to James Elson and Co..

As for me..

I’ll be back.. To do better!




Sur les Traces des Ducs de Savoie = TDS – ‘In the footsteps of the Dukes of Savoie’

If you want the race Blog, ignore the first 5 paragraphs! It’s written for me to remember as much as it is for others to read. Sorry, but there are photos at the end!

I haven’t written a Blog for a few years and thought it was about time, especially as I have taken part in the hardest race I have ever attempted. I completed the UTMB 2012 although expecting 160k and 9,600m of ascent, due to bad weather at altitude, this was reduced to 110km and 5,600m of ascent. For the record, last year, I came 661st of 1618 finishers (2,400 started) in a time of 22:58:16 and the second longest time on my feet.

I Arrived in Chamonix with running mates Andy Miles (Centurion Grand Slammer 2012) and Ray Hasler (29:34 completed of Centurion Runnings’ North Down Way 100 miler, 17 days prior to this race!) on Sunday and before long we had wandered the streets, had photos at the UTMB start line and TDS finish line, plus decided to go to my favourite bar that evening, Micro Brasserie de Chamonix. Ray is a raw vegan, so finding a suitable meal for him is always difficult, especially when the restaurant is renowned for its burgers. Anyway he munched on his salad while we devoured our burgers!

Monday we put our running kit on and joined a Japanese lady, Miki, who was staying in our hostel. We walked to the cable car station at 7am to then go up to 3,842 metres to the viewpoint Aiguille du Midi to see Mont Blanc and the surrounding area, way above the clouds and, of course, Chamonix in the valley below. A cable car down and we said our goodbyes to Miki, then it was a first run for Ray in a fortnight and the first use of poles for Andy. They were ‘blown away’ by the route along the Grand Balcony to Montenvers Mer de Glacé (a hotel, restaurant, viewpoint of a glacier and location for a train ride down to Chamonix). A technical route but not very hilly and one that I did last year, 2 days after completing the UTMB. After a discussion about staying for lunch, it was decided to move on down towards Chamonix and this section was difficult to run fast, not that we wanted to, the guys had been saying how much concentration was needed to avoid falling, compared to what they are used to in England. It was 2/3rds of the way down when Andy needed to have an excuse for a coffee break and we found it in a beautiful Chalet beside the trail. Teas and coffees ordered and a beautiful French lady twisted our arm to have chocolate cake, she recommended we sprinkle sea salt over it. A superb and tasty idea and I will definitely be visiting there again, maybe next year. Whilst relaxing in the comfy chairs, a runner came down the trail who I recognised, I said ‘Hello, Joe isn’t it?’. It was Joe Grant who was crewing for Anton Krupicka and who I wanted to win the UTMB this year. We had a chat and a photo and he went skipping on down the trail like a Springbok, because he’s a great runner and not because of our conversation!

Tuesday was a day of relaxing after a fair few beers the previous evening, including watching Man Utd v Chelsea, and Registration that opened at 1pm. We were determined to get it all over early and joined a tiny queue half hour before and we were glad we did as there were a couple hundred people lined up when we left. The day before a race I like to eat a good lunch and dinner so I found a good priced Italian restaurant and had 3 courses. Later in the evening we went back to the Micro Brewery for another meal and I was the only one who dared have a couple of beers. A relatively early night as the alarm was set for a 4am rise to catch the 5:15 bus to Courmayeur, Italy and the start of the race………..

The awkward thing about being bused to the start of a race, is breakfast. When should I eat, what food is available when we get there, etc. I took 4 bananas and a box of nuts, seeds and grapes for my breakfast which I suppose is different to many. I ate most of this on the coach and then kept a few bananas to avoid being hungry before the 7am start. My usual breakfast consists of a 3 egg omelette and that wasn’t going to happen today. We waited inside a sports venue for about an hour and just assumed this was the right place to wait. It was. 15 minutes before the start everyone started to walk into the town centre and this is where our drop bags were to be left and would be taken to Cormet de Roseland 66.6km (41.625m) Aid Station. Mine was full of a change of clothes, trainers, plenty of food, etc. In addition to the UTMB kit list requirements of full body waterproofs, leggings, wind proof, long sleeved top, hat, whistle, survival blanket, emergency food, etc to be carried in our backpacks. It gives me peace of mind should anything be required and the weather is unpredictable in the mountains. It’s amazing that I put little actual thought about what the 75 miles and 7,250m ascent would be like, I felt I’d just see what happens. 7am and the Start….

The race starts with a gentle run through the streets of Courmayeur and plenty of supporters. A downhill stretch which warmed us up so much that we took our jackets off and realised that we were near the back of the field! No so bad as I didn’t want to go too fast too early as there was so many miles to be completed and plenty of huge mountains to climb. We started the ascent, all using poles, and quickly Ray was left behind and we were wondering how he would manage having recently completed a 100 mile race with 26 minutes to spare, within the deadline. We kept moving up the mountain path likes ants to its nest and eventually arrived at the first aid station with no sign of Ray behind us. There was a blockage here with so many people and one tiny trail to get to. I grabbed some salami and cheese and started to move on. Whilst I wanted to eat from the aid stations I also did not want to lose too much time in case I needed it later, watching cutoff times. According to official figures gained after the race, I was 1403rd from 1525 starters. We had completed 736 metres ascent with a further 479 metres to the summit, an initial climb of 1,215 metres. For a comparison, the highest peak in England is Scafell Pike (978m), Wales is Snowdon (1,085m) and Scotland is Ben Nevis (1,344m). Somehow I had moved up to 1329th at this point, although I didn’t know this at the time. We hadn’t even done 7 miles and it took 2:38 to get there! We knew it was going to be a long day.

Heading down to a checkpoint it was a case of follow the leader for a while but a few people were taking it very easy, Andy fell once and also twisted his ankle again but seemed ok. It was along this stretch that cowbells were heard and lots of them. The cows were straight-lining it across our switchback paths and didn’t seem to want to stop, causing confusion between runners. We made it down to a level path and still found it strange running on the flat to the checkpoint. It was noticeable that it was ‘dog eat dog’ at these aid stations as different nationalities, but mainly French, just barged in for water or food. When in Rome………and that’s how I dealt with it.

What a surprise another ascent, 1,195m of climb. What we hadn’t thought about the time taken from aid stations to aid station, especially for food, as 16k to the next station doesn’t sound far and checkpoints do not always have water so I will be more careful in future. The next ascent was slow but about 75 minutes and then a beautiful sight of a long downhill path. I had been warned by Mark Brooks, an experience Ultra-Marathon runner that there were a couple of these ‘but don’t go too fast or you will hurt you quads’, which will be needed later. Took it fairly easy down but still I expected a water stop and it wasn’t forthcoming. I had to fill my water bottle in an ice cold stream in order to have enough before the next aid station. The 16k (10miles) took near 4 hours and at least the food was plentiful when we arrived at Col du Petit St Bernard. We had been there 10 minutes eating, salami, cheese, bread, noodle soup (always a must for salt replacement en route), bananas, raisins, biscuits, etc when Ray wanders in. A brilliant surprise as we had expected him to be quite a way back. It turns out he loved the downhill and caught is up.

We all left the checkpoint together and set for another downhill to Bourg St Maurice of 15k (nearly 10 miles). I led, Ray followed and Andy somewhere near. Quite amazed how many people walked this stretch or long parts of it, somehow I moved up 70 more places to 1,073rd when I arrived. I grabbed coke and water to start with, then the usual noodle soup, Salami, Cheese and bread. I sat down to eat and Ray arrived saying how he’d been following me for a while and then got lost and would have been ahead of me. He should have followed me closer! With that, Andy’s shouting as he leaves the aid station! What’s going on? Brilliant though. He’s between me and the exit and its here that I realise there is a kit inspection before we are allowed to leave. I’m all for making sure everyone has everything stipulated on the kit list but it’s infuriating when you want to move on. The guy wanted to see both head torches, leggings, long sleeved top and waterproof. Of course, the 2nd head torch was buried at the bottom of my bag and then I spilled other items on the table and the floor. Anyway, onwards and UPWARDS.

The next climb was 1,754 metres in 11km (6.875 miles) = Massive. It had turned into a hot day and as I left the checkpoint I had Mark Brooks calling me. He was amazed we were all together and that we were already well into the race (31 miles of 75miles in 9:35). The next 44 miles were going to be tougher and mostly through the night. Confidence boost that we were doing well and going up the ‘Leaderboard’ was just the job before the massive climb ahead.

We started by running through a narrow street and within a minute onto a climb slowly and upwards towards Passeur Pralognan. I just kept following the feet of the person in front and before long Andy was sat in the hedge with a newly found friend. A quick chat and I was not in the mood to stay. It was sunny but I was desperate to finish this climb knowing there was a downhill and I hoped to be running it before dark. It was still a hot day but by continuing slowly but steadily was the best course of action for me. Stop start on these hills were not good for me. One foot in front the other, just watching the feet of the person in front. At this time I got talking to a Frenchman, however I cannot remember his name but he did mention a nice race he’d done but I cannot remember that either! Plodding on, he let me pass and after 1,200m climb we came to Fort de la Platte which I thought was a checkpoint but turns out to be an overgrown fort and there were plenty of people taking a rest and also other people coming down after withdrawing at the next checkpoint. No wonder I was climbing up the ‘leaderboard’! A further 372m climb took me to a checkpoint where I saw coke, fanta and other lovely drinks only to find that these we for sale my some local entrepreneur and our water was provided by a hosepipe! 2 hours 23 minutes of climbing and more to come! A slight incline saw me walking fast using poles and overtaking people only to be surprised by a technical downhill where hands were required to jump down safely. Another steep climb to the summit that took a total of 4 hours 2 minutes to conquer and according to later figures I gained 249 places. Astonishing. Up to 834th place.

It was now 8:30pm and light was fading. Time to put waterproof jacket, warm hat and head torch on. There was a little fog but that was nothing to worry about because, as I went to run down the other side of the mountain, I was confronted with a steel bar attached to wall of rock. This was to enable a descent between jagged rocks that weaves down the mountain. There had either been rain or damp in the air and meant I had to be careful with my footing. I knew I was about an hour from my drop bag and copious amounts of food! This section was probably the worse of the course, maybe because I was hoping for a run down to the checkpoint or because it was plainly a nasty track that stopped any thought of running, especially in the dark.

I arrived at the 66km (41.625miles). I took me 5 1/4 hours to do the 11 miles from the bottom of the valley to a welcoming food station. I had thought that was going to be the hardest part and I had already completed 4,500 metres ascent with ONLY 2,750 metres to go in the 33 miles left. I grabbed my bag that was full to the brim and delved inside and all I took was a Icebreaker Merino to replace the existing t-shirt, put on waterproof trousers (as these are cooler than leggings) and a few gels and Clif shot blocks. I would rather have a choice of clothes, food and trainers in case I needed them than not at all. Another great choice in the checkpoints were Overstims chocolate wafer biscuits, orange biscuits and some other that seemed to work for me. Noodle soup time, plus the usual. I sat down and focus on the task ahead and a further 8 hours of darkness. Probably spent 20 minutes there in total and had been on the go for 15 hours to this point.

I do not remember much of the next section but it took me 5 1/2 hours and saw me arrive at Col Joly at 03:14 covering less than a half marathon! I was tiring and I’m convinced I was falling asleep on the previous climb and saw people lying on beds with blankets and wondered about a power nap, but thought these people needed the bed more than me (later I found out a guy in my hostel utilised a bed and then went on to overtake the people he had been with!). I made sure it was coffee with sugar and coke to increase the caffeine intake and help my concentration. I left this aid station in 669th position and alone. The next checkpoint was downhill, yes, downhill for 9k and 819m descent. The problem here is…….where there’s a down there’s an up! The trouble with this type of course is that it is technical and a down means be wary of slippery mud, tree roots in the wood, etc add the fact that it was dark, it meant slow progress. A mixture of walking and running was good, plus I spoke to a French guy called Laurent, who, I think, had problems with his camelbak earlier in the day and, unless lost in translation, he had an hour massage on his thighs in Bourg St Maurice, at 51k. He said he had been in the Top 200 in the morning and now he was at my level and walking to the finish. He did not finish last year and wanted to just arrive in Chamonix this year within the time limit of 33 hours. My goal was 29 hours which was midday Thursday.

I arrived at Les Contamines aid station, which last year was extremely busy as it was used twice on the UTMB route, but it also meant extra noodle soup in quick succession! I needed to use the toilet on arrival and popped my head inside the doors but couldn’t find one. Eventually I realised you have to squat and poo in a hole! Bizarre and difficult having been on my feet for 23 hours! Leaving here was the start of the toughest part of the race. A long climb, a short down and a ridiculously steep climb. I started on up and quickly realised I was going really slowly and struggling to put one foot in front of the other. It was a steep start. I decided to sit down and have a energy gel with caffeine which included caffeine, I only had 3 energy gels throughout the race as the checkpoints were stocked with food I loved. This gel got my mental and physical motivation and I started up the 551m ascent. I started to catch people but the sun was rising and so was the temperature. Off came the layers and waterproof trousers and I was ready for the final push to the finish. I continued weaving through the woods to the top and then enjoyed the run/walk down. A wonderful view of a road got be excited as I thought there was a easy part, but NO, the steepest most stupendous hill was in front of me. A 401m climb, considering 6,380m achieved, might not seem much but there was tight switchback after switchback where plenty of breathers were required. I tried not to stop as it seems its the best way for me to climb. I was warned of a hard climb near the finish but didn’t expect it so steep. It had taken me 2 hours 27 minutes to complete 7km (4.375 miles) but I had overtaken people on the climb and moved to 578th! Now there was 289m ascent left (peanuts) and some runnable sections ahead (I had done the last 14km of this route on last years re-routed UTMB course, so confidence was high). The down from here was not easy, I started to run but needed use of poles as the mud was a little slippery and had many rocks which always seems right in the way of my foot placement. A few hand rails had to be used for more technical areas avoid falling down a drop and eventually arrived at Bellevue some 3 1/2 hours after leaving the last aid station. I removed my water bottle from my backpack only to find there were no food or drinks, just a guy scanning me at the checkpoint. I knew from last year that the next section was downhill with woods and then a road to a plentiful aid station called Les Houches. It was a foot deep in mud last year so I was pleased to be able to run this section all the way. I was told that the final section was flat by a few people around me but after 70 miles any hill will take its toll. I quickly gulped some coke and had a coffee with added cold water. Gulped that down with 2 pieces of cherry fruit cake and refilled a water bottle. I did not hang around as I thought I might be able to finish before 11am and overtake plenty of others en route! Up to 546th position.

7.9km (5miles) to go to the finish. I walked this last year but was determined to run and reel in as many people as possible, however I did not bargain for a few hills that I just could not manage and soon realised that 11am wasn’t going to happen. Power walking was the name of the game and I was getting plenty of looks from those I overtook on the way. Astonishment that I had the energy to continue on. It did seem to take a long time to complete these few miles but I was getting more and more cheers as I neared the outskirts of Chamonix. I had saved my iPhone battery during the race in order to make a call to my Swedish friend, Daniel who had the only key to our room, and say that I was the first of 3 of us and I was nearly there. As I passed the Welcome to Chamonix sign, I overtook 3 guys and I thought I’d better keep running the incline as I was certain they wanted to re-take their positions. I dug in as I was aware of 3 further place gains and found it harder now I was hitting tarmac. I had a sneaky peak over my shoulder to see no one in sight and at this point I was yards from my hostel and only 500 metres from the finish. With a police assisted road crossing I was into the Main Street of Chamonix and this is where the atmosphere was sensational. Clapping, cheering my name (Steve is printed on my running number) and High 5’s too. It felt so amazing as I had been out on my own for hours and hours and so glad to finish within my goal and see the welcoming face of Daniel. The race is sponsored by The North Face and instead of a medal, you get a TDS Finisher Gilet, this year in red. Not my favourite colour but within hours I was wearing it with pride around the streets of Chamonix and at finish line clapping in others.

My final time was 28:17:33 and 518th position of 1525 starters. I had hoped to be in the Top 1,000 so I was delighted with my result. I progressed up the ‘leaderboard’ at every checkpoint and I am proud to have completed what many say is tougher than the UTMB.


From the finish I walked back to my hostel to power up my phone, check on Andy and Ray’s position and ‘jump’ in the shower. Andy was still a few hours away and Ray was cutting it fine to make it. After all my efforts, I needed a sleep so set my alarm for 90 minutes later. I woke before the alarm, which is crazy! A quick check on Andy showed he couldn’t be far away and, as usual, he didn’t answerhis phone. Changed and made sure gilet was on. Walked to the finish and had a call from Andy saying he had just come in and I was still a few minutes away. I couldn’t find him as he was bending the ears of The North Face sponsors! Eventually I found him and then had to assist him back to the hostel as he had bad blisters and he was still using poles to get back. He informed me that Ray had stopped with only 10 miles to go but massive respect to him getting that far and covering over 7,000m ascent, especially at age 62, that after completing a 100 miler just 17 days prior. There was so much talk of ‘that was the hardest thing I’ve ever done’, ‘I would never do that course again’, etc. having reflected over the last week, and shown brilliant recovery (including a 20 minute recovery run through the streets of Chamonix the next morning), I would enter the race again but first I have to consider whether to enter UTMB
or the shorter race CCC.

Chamonix is the ultimate in Ultra-running ‘Festival’, gathering 5,000+ runners together in such as scenic location is simply The Best and I hope I get to go again next year and see familiar faces once again.




















Marathon 12 – Wye Valley Ultra 50 miler – March 2011

Just 10 days prior to the last Ultra-Marathon in the Series from MightContainNuts http://www.mightcontainnuts.com/store/ (30, 40, 50 miles), Ray and I met at Glasbury (near Hay-On-Wye/Hereford) and drove to Builth Wells to recce the final 16 miles, as some of it would be in the dark on race day. It proved a great training run and gave us the confidence that the last 9 miles were flat compared to the 41 miles before.

Met Vicky (and her friend Barry) at Bristol, and she drove to Glasbury where we met Ray and Steve (who ran with us in the 40 mile run in December and is now running the Lakeland 50 with Andy and I). A lot of talk about the course, the weather, recent runs, future runs, etc and this continued to the pub where we had a hot meal and hot dessert, the calories and carbohydrates much needed for the running ahead!

All in sleeping bags in a bunkhouse and asleep by 9pm as we had to be up at 5am to eat and gather running equipment (rucksack holds food, drink, waterproof jacket, map, compass, hat, survival blanket, whistle, etc). Coach left at 6am to drive to the start (it is a 50 mile run) ready to start at 0730.

Half asleep on the coach and sipping an energy drink to wake me up and water to keep me hydrated. 2228 metres of ascent ahead of us and, well 50 miles! Hill climbing started with 300 metres and I was soon running with Barry, while ahead were Ray, Vicky and Steve. Within the first 7 miles it was clear that it was going to be a long, hard slog to the finish. The water crossing and 7 miles had Barry and Ray putting black bin liners over their shoes to avoid wet feet!

Whilst, waiting for them to cross, Steve and Vicky had gone on ahead, not to be seen again 43 miles later! Running alongside the reservoirs meant it was flat for a while but there were plenty of big hills to climb and Barry’s legs were tired as he trained in January but not much in February (he works 10 night shifts in a row sometimes). On the climbs I started to play some motivation music from my Blackberry, from Lady Gaga to Star Wars Theme and Opera. It didn’t work and Barry had to concede defeat at the 22 mile checkpoint, he wanted to save his legs for a mountain marathon in Greece a fortnight later. This left Ray and I with 28 miles to complete together, I think we’ve done this a few times over the last 10 months! Further calculation shows that I have completed 11 of the last 13 marathons or ultra-marathons with Ray, we were going to make the finish 😀

It was time to turn the stopwatch on (battery life 6-7 hours) and this was to calculate how far to go and the current pace / average pace we were running. A brilliant purchase https://buy.garmin.com/shop/shop.do?cID=142&pID=31859 Just another 12 miles and we would arrive at Builth Wells and we knew the rest of route having run it 10 days prior, happy days!

I admit to not remembering much of this route as I was concentrating so much on one foot in front of the other, eating and drinking to keep tiredness away. Getting to the checkpoint with 8.5 miles to go before dark was the objective and with food running out, peanuts and a half a Club biscuit was a most welcoming site. With headtorches on and watch re-set we set a goal of a minimum 4 miles per hour meaning 2 hours and about 7 minutes to the finish line, in the dark. We ran surprisingly well on a road stretch for 2 miles and I calculated we would make it within 13 hours and we plodded and encouraged each other to make it to the finish just within time.

Steve finished in 11:36 and Vicky 12:21, saving her legs for the Greece Mountain Marathon she is running/crawling with Barry in a fortnight. Full results http://www.mightcontainnuts.com/events/welsh_one_day_ultra_series/50_athlete_details.html

Time for a hot shower, hot food and a catch up to see how the other runners felt. It was a real struggle at the end but another massive achievement for me as I hadn’t felt great beforehand and training has only been 8 weeks back from injury. A confidence booster for The Fellsman http://www.fellsman.org.uk/doku.php?id=event:route This will be a tough, mega-challenge with self-navigation of a 60 mile route in the Yorkshire Dales, in 2 months’ time with Ray and Steve.

Before this though is Marathon 13 and 14, Chagford Challenge (30 miles on Dartmoor) and Virgin London Marathon in 2 weeks and 5 weeks respectively. Plenty of time to sponsor me on my 10 marathons in 10 months for Children With Leukaemia. I have done 12 already 😀

Marathon 13 – LDWA Chagford Challenge 30 miles – March 2011

Good news is that this is a local event, Bad news is that I worked the evening before, and with the clocks going forward an hour, I had 4 1/2 hours sleep after working 2 double shifts Friday and Saturday.

Got picked up by Mark Brooks (ultra-marathon runner who has completed at least 3 x 100 mile races) at 0820 and we duly arrived half hour later for a cup of coffee and register our names to confirm attendance. This event is a walking challenge of 30 miles over Dartmoor and all walkers/runners need to be accounted for, after all it was a misty morning and it’s easy to get lost. Walkers start 08:30 and runners 09:30.

Leaving Jubilee Hall and onto the Tarmac meant a quick pace but before long we left the lanes and onto steep bridle paths and footpaths to open Moorland. I would never have completed the route by myself and get to work for 6pm so I followed Mark all the way. Heat of the day and lack of sleep meant I was struggling early on.

We finally reached the first checkpoint and a quick bite to eat (great cakes and biscuits at all checkpoints). A superb run to Hookney Tor and Grimspound (a large circle of stones) and then a long run down at along Hameldown Tor to join the Two Moors Way and the next checkpoint. We were now running as a team of 4 as word got out that Mark knew the route without checking maps or directions.

It was an up to Bell Tor corner and then a superb down to Spitchwick but a huge up towards Top, Pil, Chinkwell and Honeybag Tors. For all of this I was about 20-50 yards behind struggling with the others shouting at me to get a move on! Walking I could manage but running any incline was tough. The best part was Heathercombe and running through the woods – I love trail running through the woods the most. Here we found a guy in purple Running tights who was lost, we showed him the way and he duly followed and overtook us, without a thank you. Across plenty of fields and through farmyards to the last checkpoint and here I found the benefits of Fizzy Cola for a tired runner.

Some road for a mile then another big climb to the top of Chagford Common and the finish in sight. Mark and I were slightly behind the other 2 and they chose the wrong way. We also saw ‘purple tights’ so, with Mark having the bit in his teeth, we started to reel him in. Flying down the steep hill and with Mark encouraging me, we managed to overtake ‘purple tights’ on the road with 300 yards to go. I was digging in and looking over my shoulder to maintain the advantage.

Mark and I finished ahead of him and when we entered Jubilee Hall we found one other person had finished ahead of us! Great news though, she started and hour earlier, as a walker. We had a won, a ‘podium’ finish!!! The time was 6:14 and ascent was 1786 metres for 30 miles. The Chagford Challenge is NOT a race but an Event.

I would recommend this Event to any budding Ultra or Marathon runner as there is no pressure and a great way to explore new areas of Dartmoor. It’ll be on my list for 2012 as it is local, cheap and counts towards by goal of 100 marathons before age 50.