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Hardmoors 30

Hardmoors 30 http://www.hardmoors110.org.uk/cms/?q=node/141 

A new years day run of 30 miles. Should be well within my means.. well thats what I thought.

For those who have not read my blog before, what makes this a little more challenging for me is that I have type 1 diabetes (my pancreas is bust – and dispite what the Daily Mail may say there is not a cure). I need to carefully manage a balence between exercise / food / insulin – well I got that proper wrong on New Years Day. I also have a little tendency to get hypothermia with my core body temp ticking along at 34c – so I’m a little twitchy when the bad weather comes in.

Despite my medical records looking like a failed MOT test report, I regularly cycle and run – including running Coast to Coast last year – all 190 miles in just under 4 days.
The original plan was that Lisa my wife would run this as well – her sister lives in Filey just down the road. Well that was the plan.. Lisa developed a nasty cough / her sister was busy. Upshot is I decided to head across from Cumbria on my own – setting off at 5.00am on New Years Day. Needless to say traffic was light!! and I made it across in under 3 hrs.

A little reminder on where the hills are.

A little reminder on where the hills are.

Arrival a 8.00am to a room full of dithering racers – I mulled over how many had seen the new year in and how many were in bed by 10! The race was really a game of 2 halves with 2 distinct sections on the cinder track old railway and 2 other sections on the coastal path. I knew from a recce on the C2C section that the coastal section could be really muddy. Chatting to another runner he took 2 pairs of shoes last year (but did say the last thing you wanted to do at 24 miles was bend down and change your shoes). I opted for the Hokas..

Nervous runners listening intently

Nervous runners listening intently

It was also starting to drizzle, but was pretty warm – the forcast was for no rain, so whilst many were donning the jackets I elected to keep long sleeve top on with a gillet (right choice). After a little briefing in the hall – a reluctant crowd meandered outdoors.. and before I knew it we were off. As per the last event I deliberately moved to the back and got myself in to a pace that I thought I was happy with. The first section was a 6 mile run along a cinder track, with first 2-3 miles up a gentle hill. Normally for ultras I’d say walk up hills, but this was a LONNNNG gentle uphill and to slow down to a walk rather than a jog would scrub a lot of speed. So I ticked along but watching my heart rate rattle up to 165 I felt that this maybe was a bit too much too early.

Photo ANN BROWN - pinched from Hardmoors Facebook Group.

Photo ANN BROWN – pinched from Hardmoors Facebook Group.

Whitby in a hour, the run through town I forced a peanut butter half roll down and headed up the steps to the Abbey – the run along the cliff top turned in to a slippery mudfest and took another 2hrs to get back to Robin Hood Bay. A quick restock of food and I grabbed a creamed rice, had a quick chat with Jodie Smith who was pulling out (wrong shoes – should have done the hokas!). And I meandered out to take on the second half..

The Steps out of Whitby

The Steps out of Whitby

Another long cinder track that this time went uphill all the way to the next CP a good 4-5 miles. I started jogging and realised that these two legs that were attached to my hips were having none of it.. my heart rate back down to 135 but these legs had no juice in them. I’ve been here before a few times and I know it could be of two things. I’m a fat knacker who is unfit or I’ve got my food / insulin wrong – my blood sugars were extremely high, I’d set my background prior to the event to 20% so raised it to 30% and gave myself a bit more insulin.

The next checkpoint soon arrived and it was downhill to Heyburn Wyke.. surely must be able to jog this – I tried – it was pitiful. At one point I turned around to see a couple of guys walking and realised they maybe gaining on me?? so I sacked the ultra mincing thing and carried on walking. By the time I arrived at Heyburn I’d been overtaken by a good number of people – I seriously thought I must be at the back. Shame they ran out of coke, could really have done with some then – I was clearly out of juice in the legs. In the past a stop to get some proper food and about an hour later I’m back on form but no time for that – all the more galling running past a pub selling food (perhaps I should have stopped!)

Two more sections to go along the cliff path back to RH Bay.. it was a steep decline to almost the shoreline and steps back up. I was definately busted – I thought the runners cut off was 7 hours and I was obviously not going to make that so decided to text Jon Steele the RD. I was feeling slightly bad that I’d got myself in this pickle. As the cliff path leveled out I felt the energy return to my legs and I was able to pick up a healthy jog for a good 4 miles – the extra insulin was doing its work.#

Blood Glucose levels for New Years Day.

Blood Glucose levels for New Years Day.

At the feed station it was now getting dark.. I checked my BG and it was 6.5 – that’s fine but it had a big downward arrow beside it. Darn – going wrong way now. A few jelly babies / 2 cups of Cola.. just 4 miles to go. Suck it up Thurlow.. I ticked out of the feedstation, it was downhill and tried to chase down a couple in front of me, but they were off. Before I knew it another couple caught up with me and clearly keen to stick with me – I think the feed station guys had seen me fumbling with my insulin pump and checking my blood sugars whilst cussing. Jack and his partner (whose name I forgot – but made some exceptional noises when she slipped over) were great company.. jelly babies were doing their job and before we knew it we were walking up the tarmac from bottom of Robin Hoods Bay. I told them it was flat and that they should run the finish :-)

At the top – a bearded fella who looked like Gimli from Lord of the Rings (AKA Wayne Elliot) was running around and greeted me with a big smile.. ushered in to the hall for a big handshake with the mighty Jon Steele. I was happy this one was over, grateful for the journey – there was some great views but I was disappointed with how it turned out. Yep I’d finished and that will always be in front of those who didn’t do the 30 miles.. but it was not to the best of my ability.

I’ll be back for another 30 milers soon to right that wrong. In the meantime anyone up for a jog on the moors give Shirley and Jon’s a look. Was great.

Grateful to Chris and Rachel in Whitby who kindly took me in for food and a hot shower.. sorely needed.  It was midnight by the time I got back to Cumbria a very long day and well worth it.

Heart Rate for the day - notice average 165 for 1st half and alot lower in the 2nd half.

Heart Rate for the day – notice average 165 for 1st half and alot lower in the 2nd half.

Movescount http://www.movescount.com/moves/move48831868 (watch stopped 1/2 way through but I started it again)

Strava http://www.strava.com/activities/235591676 few straight lines due to watch going off.

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