I wasn’t going to write this, or rather, when I started thinking about writing a race report, I was in such a dark mood that it didn’t seem fair or reasonable to inflict the miserable torrent of words on anybody.
Since then I’ve had some time to reflect, run over the paps of Jura and immerse myself in normal life for a few weeks, my mood has lightened but I still haven’t quite figured out what I left on those Lake District fells.
You can enter a race to finish, or you can enter a race to compete. Either way you need to have a clear idea of your goals, and be prepared to put the right amount of preparation in. Managing your own expectations is key.
The race also known as the Ultra Tour of the Lake District, is actually 105 miles (the extra 5 miles were free apparently, nice touch).
The route doesn’t hit any of the main peaks, but still manages to rack up a hefty 22,000 foot of ascent and descent. Starting (and finishing) in Coniston it takes you on a huge clockwise loop, taking in loads of beautiful views, calf screaming ascents and terrifying technical descents.
It’s bloody lovely.
On the face of it, I had a great race, and the race itself was brilliant. Well organised, beautiful weather, plenty of like minded people to chat to (and follow, negating the need to use my map and road book).
Placing 28th overall in a shade over 27 hours put me in the top 8%. With 345 runners and a cut off of 40 hours, this was a sterling performance however you look at it.
I’d quietly hoped to do better though, which is where the problems lie.
My secondary goal, the one I actually spoke out loud, was to get back before my friend Ben and make it to the pub before it closed (11 hours before the cut off).
In Ben’s words:
You’re racing someone who isn’t even doing the same race, what’s wrong with you?!
His arbitrary target for the 50 miler was to get back before it got dark (because he’d never navigated by torch light before), which meant that our finishing times should align. Sounded like a race to me!
I beat Ben by about an hour, so why do I feel like I DNF’d the 100?
I was very positive throughout the race, happy and chatty, no dark patches or times when I ran out of energy (kudos to Debbie for nutrition advice).
It seemed like the Spine support and running crew had turned out en-mass. It was really nice to catch up with various people and it’s always a great boost seeing a familiar face when you’re deep into a tough race.
At one point I even had a nice chat with running legend (hero!) Debbie Martin-Consani, who even recognised my name (presumably from being Strava-stalked, she was all smiles nonetheless).
I had one slight wobble just before the Ambleside checkpoint. The sun broke through the clouds just long enough for me to overheat (about 4 minutes), but a short sit down and some water soon sorted me out. This had the added benefit of forever ruling out the Marathon de Sables – if I can’t cope with sunshine in Northern England, the Sahara desert is definitely out of bounds! I’m more of a mud and drizzle sort-of-a chap.
Nothing was really sore, and everything was still in good working order, but about 10 miles from the end I quietly gave up.
Didn’t stop moving, though I slowed down a bit, and still felt positive, I just, don’t know, stopped caring about my finishing position.
I remember thinking that if I walked the rest of the way, I’d probably still be in under 28 hours and that would be just fine thanks.
I didn’t actually or consciously give up, or decide that I’d stopped racing, it’s more like I forgot about earlier goals and the driving spark just went out.
If it wasn’t for the fact that I was running with Lee who was still going strong, I probably would have walked. This was his first 100 – what a machine!
For weeks afterwards I wallowed in a depressive fug and groggily tried to dissect what had actually happened.
At first it seemed that the day of the race was guilty.
We’d got stuck on the M6, and instead of having a lazy afternoon fettling my gear in the sunshine, it’d been a mad dash to get kit checked, packed and into the briefing. For a few hours I thought I might even miss the start of the race (one of my recurring anxiety dreams).
On top of all that, I’d been pretty relaxed about what I’d need and hadn’t really thought it all through. Resulting in a load of other errors: crappy old pack that chafed my lower back horribly, a near empty bar of body glide (at one checkpoint I asked if they had vaseline, and nearly took them up on the closest thing available – butter), baggy annoying shorts and heaps of heavy stuff I didn’t use.
No doubt that all contributed.
At some point (probably when I got my feet wet in a bog) lots of memories of the Spine race came flooding back. They weren’t the good memories either. Then and there I decided to pull out of next years race, and actually the next two races I had planned (Ultra Tour Monte Rosa, King Offas Dyke).
All standard stuff for anyone who runs long distances, so what else?
Deep down I want to be good at this. I can’t run very fast, but I can keep on going when others fall by the wayside.
Everyone wants to be good at something, I think I’m a not bad nerdy mathys type, I’d just really love to be good at running.
The realisation that I wasn’t going to make it into the top 20 was the final motivation killer.
Of course I had no right to expect that based on time off due to injury and a lackadaisical training regime, but those points only occurred to me recently.
Last year I came 3rd in the Crawley 12h, recovered from a stress fracture and completed The Spine Race. Somehow I thought that meant I’d do well at anything I tried.
You get out what you put in. Yes it’s a cliche, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true.
My next target is a 24h track race next April. In the meantime I’ve taken a large dose of humility, am planning a proper training and nutrition plan and am slowly starting to enjoy running again.
The mountains will have to wait for a bit.
I’ll keep hoping, I’ll keep keep training.
Never give up.
8 thoughts on “It’s all in your head. Or is it? An alternative report of the LakeLand 100”
Really interesting to read, thank you. Motivation is a funny thing, t often amazes me how so many can keep going at something I couldn’t even start, while I can and do understand things others are totally perplexed by! x
It is a funny thing, and affected by unlikely things too. For example I quite like to write stuff, but can only get motivated to actually do it when I don’t have any time 🙂
Really interesting read. The motivation side of this sport truly fascinates me. If you’d offered me your finish time before the start I’d have bitten your arm off for it!
Thanks Dan. I know, it’s strange. A large part of me is saying that I should be really happy with my time, and I am, but somehow…daft eh 🙂
i would like to leave this message 4 year ago i was racing marathons and going for results under 3 hr now i have been doing ultra and forgetting about time but going for completions and getting body conditioned if this makes sense next yr will be first yr that i will be going for it in the ultra world i would have loved your time in the lakeland 100 but my challenge did,nt start on this run but on the wednseday prior when i started a few miles and ended yesterday on hardmoors 62 (which nearly dnf at 17 mile point) two ultras and the lakeland 100 with 3000 miles of cycling in between we all go through these emotions and we all get there at some point either from the next race or the next life changing experience but dont forget to enjoy gio
a sub 3 marathon would make me very happy! somehow training for that doesn’t seem to fit in with ultra training. thanks for your comments, it’s good to hear I’m actually quite normal 🙂
Is it possible that in judging yourself against the other competitors in these ultras you feel that you’re not “really good at running” and you’re failing to give this context? In completing even one of these events you’re well within the top 1% of runners; by completing a 100-miler you’re (literally) 1 in a million; by finishing in the top 15% of these marquee ultras you have achieved things that even the best club runners often can’t comprehend.
I think you need to give your ambition some perspective and accept that you are really good at running.
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Stats to the rescue! Nice words, thanks Olly