Last year I was looking forward to Endure 24. You know? When you’ve got your sights set on a goal? There was a plan. Of course, the ankle put paid to that. Then COVID really crushed it. Anyaways, it was postponed to this year (last weekend) And I thought well, instead of a hundred miles I’ll go for fifty miles. That’s probably achievable with a knackered ankle 😂. So we arrived Friday evening and set up camp.
The idea is to run from 12 noon Saturday until 12 noon Sunday. Obviously not all the time, some of us needed a wee! Your head tries to stop you when you run a long distance. But, I was lucky for the first ten miles. A chap I had never met before ran along side and said. ‘You seem to be running at my pace, sorry.’ I was a little confused, he was chatty, easy to talk to, but then we passed some people he knew. ‘Hey, Paul, see you have a new friend.’ They shouted. Apparently my new friend liked to chat… to anyone. As it turned out it was a really good idea. My natural pace is 5.5 mins per kilometre and so it’s easy to have a conversation.
The first ten miles flew by. I grabbed a little food and by six o’clock managed to get 30 miles in. Tea time… or as you posh people say dinner. We set off again later in the evening and after about one mile the rain came, complete with rolls of thunder. Within two miles we were in a full blown storm. The thunder and the lightening crashing simultaneously, lighting up the fields. There was some screaming, I remembered the old adage that it’s easier to get struck by lightening than win the lottery… it wasn’t a helpful recollection. I passed the halfway mark and then saw the buggies with flashing lights speeding in the opposite direction. I found out later they were heading towards the halfway point to pick up runners as the course had been closed. Dodging puddles kinda fell by the wayside and I just ran through the tiny rivers lol.
When I got back the course was closed until further notice. Clothes off (in my tent, if you were wondering) dried and in sleeping bag by 12:30. I awoke at 6am and set off again. The ankle decided it didn’t want to play. I’m sure my body is in some kind of Union because the bloody knee and one thigh came out in sympathy. So, it was 40 miles and not 50. But it was a good craic with terrific friends and I can’t wait for the next one. Have to go now. I have the Walkington 10k race tonight haha. Love you guys, take care.