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A year of planning. A year of training and here I was stood with Sean ready to support him as he undertook his first Ultra and perhaps his biggest challenge to date. A year ago Sean and I were discussing what challenge he could undertake in 2019 and I planted the seed of an ultra. There were requirements for the race though. A run that was flat [ish] so no major hills to climb and the surface had to be solid, and by that I mean not mud or grass or fell. Sean also wanted a distance of around 50km. After extensive searching we found an It's Grim up North event the canal canter. That was it the race was booked, the date set and the training began.

Now I will admit I am not a fan of canals. I mean they are pretty enough to walk down for a short walk but when you've raced many ultras along them they become repetitive and rather monotonous. In fact running an ultra along them becomes a real mental strength test. At the same time they are also really peaceful and you kind of know what to expect so I guess there are plus points. 

Sean had opted for the earlier start and so we set off our race as soon as registration had opened and a good hour before the other runners. It was a little strange starting before everyone else, yet at the same time was really relaxed and peaceful. It felt like a training run than a race and Sean and I headed the 5km down the canal towards Leeds.


This first stretch was really nice and relaxed. Not much in terms of undulation just the odd lock to contend with. We passed the museum and watched someone scale the wall to promptly here the crash and twigs snapped as they fell over the other side. Rather amusing as about 10m down the path was an actual turn off and so we wondered why said effort was put into scaling the wall.


We completed the first 5km at target pace and made our way back up to the start line. The main race was about to start as we approached the start line and the cheering and encouragement from those waiting gave us a boost. We now had an 11 mile out and back to complete. 


This section of the route was harder than the first. The scenery changed from City canal to more rural. We passed trains, cows and fields. Lots of fantastic tea rooms dotted along the canal banks and slowly made our way into a town.


This canal run felt different to the others some how. Perhaps it was because my focus here was on Sean and the pace and not my own race. Perhaps it was the differing scenery, who knows but whatever it was I was enjoying running along a canal.


The turnaround came and we started the run/walk back to the start line. I could tell Sean was really starting to feel it at this point. I was trying to take his mind of it by counting the other runners and working out who was running which race. We began joking that we could trip up the other ultra runners into the canal and then it would only be the two of us in the race. Well, I was joking anyways!


It was quite nice though seeing other runners and having a chat with them, it broke up the race and took focus else where. The weather was beginning to turn and it started to get colder and the rain began to fall. 


We passed the start line after already covering over a marathon distance and with the rain starting the final 10km [5km out and 5km back as we had done earlier] really wasn't appealing. We were asked to stop as we had exceeded the cut off time but I couldn't let that happen and so made a promise to stay in touch as we completed the final 10km. We were off back on that same 5km section again.


It was much harder this time round. The pouring rain really didn't help. I think we all just wanted it to end. We continued though, second guessing when the turn around would come until eventually it was time to turn back. A final 5km to go and we would be at the finish. Those last 5km were really tough but Sean dug deep and got it finished, despite wanting to call an Uber. The goal was to finish within 10hours and 30 minutes and we finished in 10 hours and 21 minutes. Perfect pacing and I could not be prouder. 


After a short walk back to the car there was only one way to celebrate our achievements! 


I think one day I would like to go back and run the race again, despite it running along a canal I actually really enjoyed it. I am unbelievably proud of Sean and his achievement of running an ultra and cannot wait to see what his challenge is next year. I also want to say a massive thank you to the IGUN team for all their support!


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On Sunday 14th April I stood on the start line of the Brighton marathon with one goal in mind. Break the sub 5 hour barrier. I knew what I needed to do, I knew the pace and I had a plan in place. All I wanted to do was break sub 5, so I took it steady and stayed at a constant pace to ensure I achieved my goal. I ended up taking 31 minutes off my PB and absolutely smashing my goal. I know I could have pushed it harder but chose not to to ensure I achieved what I needed to.


Fast forward 4 days and I am now stood on the start line of the Manchester to Liverpool ultra. I think Brighton took a lot more out of my body than I initially realised. I had rested those days in between the two races to give my body the best chance to get me round those 50 miles. I am not sure though it was quite enough.

It was an incredibly early start. A 3.30am alarm call, a 4am taxi ride and a taxi driver that got lost. It clearly wasn't the best start to the race. The start of the race was so cold but I knew in a matter of minutes we would be running in the sun and would warm up. The sunrise was stunning, reds and pinks lined the sky. It was a beautiful start. I stood on the start line, I wasn't nervous I was just tired. I wasn't hungry either and struggled to eat breakfast. A 15 minute delay to the start and then we were off. 

A small out and back section round the roads of Manchester to start with before heading down onto the canal path. A nice comfortable pace and I was relaxed and enjoying the run. Starting to warm up so I took off my coat and continued on the canal path onward to checkpoint one. The first 5 miles had gone past really quickly and everything was going well. Then disaster started, I started to feel really sick and my stomach really wasn't very happy at all. I dove into a bush, quite literally and probably lost around 20 places. 

Check point two was here and 6 miles had gone by. I wasn't feeling at all well and the sun was really starting to get to me. Onward through the country park and back towards the first checkpoint. I really wasn't feeling at all well and had to keep walking to stop myself from throwing up, diving once again into a bush to be sick and back to join the course. I felt shocking. 

In all honesty I cannot remember much of the course from here. I was trying not to be sick and just trying to keep fluids in me. Disaster then struck again as my water bottle simply stopped working. The valve would no longer open meaning I had to unscrew the cap and drink from it like a cup. No longer able to move and drink. If I wanted a drink I had to stop and drink. I spent a good 2 miles walking trying to fix my water bottle, even a fellow runner tried to help but it was to no avail it was completely broken. Not exactly the best thing to happen with over 30 miles left to go and in the scorching sunshine but that's where I found myself. 

At the next checkpoint I filled the water bottles up again, realising I had now drunk 1.5 litres of water and wondering what else could possible go wrong. Emptying my shoes of the stones I had collected and making our way once again. Bumping into friends I had made on previous races and having to adopt a very very cautious approach to running. Not wanting to be sick, not wanting to over heat and not been able to take on fluid properly, I didn't really have a choice. Around mile 20 my left knee gave way and I was now in a lot of pain. The relentless heat from the sun wasn't helping either and I was fighting a huge urge to simply stop.

The route took us past a Morrisons so I made a pit stop and purchased some pineapple, in a random bid to ease some of the inflammation in my knee and also a box of ice lollies. Plus Morrisons had real toilets! I don't regret the detour I had to do it. I had to cool down and 2 ice lollies later I felt much better. Half way approached and a mini dance whilst listening to Bon Jovi Livin on a prayer, it has to be done, just a marathon to go.


The next checkpoint came and here I emptied my shoes again with what I thought were stones, turned out it was the insides of my shoes. Yes my shoes had started to disintegrate from the inside out. With no padding in them now just the bare structure of shoe I knew I was in for trouble with 20 miles left. I had no water bottle, broken shoes and suffering from bad sun stroke, I wasn't sure what more could happen. Well as I left the check point eating the ice lolly that they had kindly provided I found out.

A delicate topic for some, so maybe skip this paragraph if this isn't your thing, but the next incident was slowly unfolding. For 32 miles my underwear had refused to stay put. Rather I kept having to re position it, let's say, and having to do this for 32 miles whilst running causes what I can only describe as a razor blade cutting sensation on a very delicate area. The situation seemed to get worse and intensify for the remaining 18 miles. For reasons I have no understanding of I now felt like my underwear was made from razor blades and every step hurt. Brighton marathon had already caused deep cuts on my thighs from chaffing, so much so the blood from said cuts had stuck my leggings to my legs at the end of the marathon. I was now facing a double whammy. It hurt a lot.

There came several points in the last 18 miles were I seriously wanted to quit and I am not one for giving up. I was in rather a lot of pain in a rather delicate place. The only time I think it has been that angry at me before was when I pushed an 8lb 7oz baby out of it. My left knee kept popping and causing pain. The sun was quite simply annoying the hell out of me. I was dizzy and felt like my insides were been cooked. I knew there were only 2 check points left and so simply focused on making it to each one.


Another toilet stop just before check point 6, a dash into a pub because a wild wee now meant I would probably never get back up again, and we were back on our way. Check point 6 was just around the corner. Filling up the water bottles and discovering that my electrolyte tablets had now disintegrated and no longer in tablet form. Seriously could anything else go wrong with this run. The disintegration had meant that the tablets had congealed to form one huge solid mass that I could no longer use. Great. I now had no water bottle, broken shoes, sun stroke, sun burn and my main fuel source was also gone. We won't mention the sore knee and very angry lady area.

Check point 7 I was told was in the shade. I was also told it was 7 miles away. I can do that I thought. 7 miles, just a training run as I tried not to focus on everything else.

The route to checkpoint 7 was in fact in as much glorious sunshine as the previous 30 something miles. Great more sun, could we perhaps turn it off please? After stopping two runners go the wrong way we continued and took a brief shade stop in the underpass. I rang my Mum, mainly because she had sent me a rather amusing photo of my kids playing in the back garden. Had a random conversation about wishing I was running around the garden in my pants, I think you had to be there for that one, and spoke to my small people who were having rather a lot of fun and told me that I had to run really fast in the shade but not in the sun. Which was exactly my plan, except for the lack of shade.

Checkpoint 7 finally arrived. I had begun to wonder as I dragged my sorry self down miles of the very similar looking trans Pennine trail if it ever would and by now I was just a wreck. I didn't want to stop I just wanted to get this thing finished. 6 miles to go. I grabbed a motivational hug, and if you know me you know I am not one for hugs but I just needed it at that point and onward we went.

Some kind of weird shuffle but at least now the sun was disappearing and the shade was very welcoming. Those last six miles seemed to take forever and I felt like a small child asking 'are we nearly there yet?'. My goal now was to finish. I had abandoned all hope of achieving anything I had wanted to. I felt unbelievably guilty that my running buddy had stuck with me and I just wasn't a happy bunny at all.

Slowly though the finish line started to appear and my running buddy asked if we could manage a run to the end. Not a chance I knew how much pain I was in and it just too far for me to manage. I was also praying that I did not have to run around that field.

As we edged closer I started to manage a weird jog, I won't call it a run because it really wasn't. We were about to enter the field and at last something went right, we didn't have to run around the field and could just finish. We crossed the line together in just under 13 hours and I wanted to collapse.

I was asked if I was OK and the answer was no. I was in pain, I felt sick and dizzy and I was far too hot. I needed to lie somewhere cold and cool down. The whole team were just amazing and really helped me to take a few moments and sort myself out. I can't remember too much of the end. I remember finishing, I remember Wayne asking if I was OK, I remember some cold water and then I can remember seeing people. Hopefully alive people and not in some I see dead people kind of way. 

Determined not to get hypothermia this time I grabbed my hoodie and after some catch up chats to some good friends we made our way back to the hotel. 

Sitting in the hotel room and reflecting on the run I felt deflated and a failure. I hadn't achieved anything I had set out to do. I was absolutely gutted to learn I was only a few places off the silver medal I so desperately wanted. Unbelievably mad with myself I hadn't come anywhere close to the time I should have so easily been able to achieve. More so I was just furious with how things had gone, I should have done better. 


Yet there is something this race has taught me. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. I mean everything. I was in pain, and yet I finished. I finished. I crossed the line of a 50 mile race with a 3 hour personal best. Now just imagine if the race had gone according to plan. This race has taught me so much about myself and how above all I really need to invest in a better pair of pants. 

Oh and would I do it all again? Absolutely.


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When 2018 began I had decided upon a few challenges:

1. 100 runs of a 10km distance or greater in a year. These all had to be individual runs and larger runs cannot be split

2. To end the year on 1000 miles

3. Complete Manchester and London marathon [2 weeks apart]

4. Complete an Ultra

It never even crossed my mind at this point that I would also undertake an epic challenge. 

My focus was on my first ever ultra, the Waterway 30. I still remember the nerves on the start line and the feeling when I finished. 30 miles along canal and water however I think took its toll for the rest of the year and perhaps is where my dislike of now running round water steams from.  January also saw my attendance at the first National Running show, and I attended as an ambassador for the show. 

Fundraising also stepped up in 2018 as I raised funds for Meningitis research Foundation. Whilst the fundraising was for my London marathon place, my ultimate aim was to raise £2000 for running 2 marathons in 2 weeks. April was the month of marathons and I completed both marathons in two weeks. Completing London was a dream come true and whilst the course had not lived up to expectations it did mean I collected my first major star. This then sparked the big challenge for the year, 12 marathons or ultras in 12 months.

In addition to the marathons and ultras I now had planned I had a few other races to run. 

There were some real highs, the South Huddersfield Trail and Road series is a favourite of mine and I have run it two years in a row, running in Chicago with my daughter was really unforgettable, been asked to take part in the Yorkshire Marathon relay team was a real honour and of course I feel lucky to have run again with Disney on Castaway Cay. A real low for me was saying goodbye to the Ramathon. 


I picked up the weirdest running related injury in June at Endure 24. My son stuck his finger in my eye and caused a cut straight across my pupil. It meant I could not see and ran 5 miles nearly blind. I was in a lot of pain and worried my eye sight might not return but thankfully all is well. Endure 24 was also my first 24 hour race and I loved been a part of the team with these amazing ladies. Thank you for asking me to join you.


The second half of the year was really tough. It was here I needed to start running more marathons. At one point I ran 2 marathons in a week. In November and December I ran a marathon every other week. The challenge saw me also collect 2 additional major marathon stars and run in Berlin and America. Each marathon and ultra has some amazing memories and I cannot wait to run more in 2019. 


2018 hasn't been the year of personal bests, in fact I didn't get any. It was however the year of some epic challenges. I completed all the challenges I had set at the beginning of the year, including running 9 marathons and 3 ultras. 

I ended the year completing 250km in December for the Run up to Christmas challenge. My total miles were over 1,000 meaning I also completed the final challenge of the year. The last run in 2018 was a navigational course and I am looking forward to taking these skills forward into 2019.


I have not set any challenges yet for 2019. I do however have a goal of trying to break the 5 hour barrier on a marathon. 
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My 12 in 12 challenge is starting to enter the final few races and with it the nerves are starting to kick in. Back in April I started planning for a 12 marathon/ultra challenge in 12 months for 2019. As I started looking at races I discovered that most of the ones I was looking at I had actually done already this year, I mean why do them twice. It dawned on me that it might actually be possible to complete the challenge this year instead, so I began to plan as such.

I was missing 4 marathons or ultras to complete the challenge, the issue was fitting them in. I knew November would be tough. 2 marathons in 2 weeks, which would then be followed by 2 marathons in December to finish the challenge. I had planned on running in between them too, just to keep the legs moving. This however went wrong at the start of the month.

I picked up a niggle at the end of October. Nothing major just a general pain. To be expected really given the amount of long distance runs I have done in a short space of time. Normally the niggle subsides but this time it stayed. In fact standing or putting weight on the leg hurt. The first marathon of the month had me really worried. This was an important one for me. Completing this marathon in under 6 hours and I would have a place to run New York Marathon in 2019, and in doing so collect my 4th star of the major marathons.

The race was on a canal. 3.7 miles from the start line in a west direction, turn around back to the start. Then 3 miles East and turn around back to the start. Repeat it. The 3.7 miles out was on a very slight decline so the return was uphill. The next 3 miles involved locks so it was a larger incline. The route was very monotonous and it resulted in a lot of mental strength. I wish I had taken some music with me. I was fed up, bored and trying very much not to make the injury worse. At the 5hour mark I started to panic as I was worried I might not make it in under 6 hours. I cannot tell you the relief when I crossed that line and received confirmation of my place in New York. The injury however remained.


One run planned in, a short 10km to complete the 100 runs of 10km distance or greater in a year. It was a nice steady run and just what I needed to not make the injury worse. Hindsight says I should not have done it but the desire to complete the challenge won and with it a huge relief that I had finished and could now run any distance and not worry about having to constantly round up to 10km in order for it to count.

Another week of rest, several massages and ice/heat sessions in an attempt to help the injury/niggle heal. No signs of it getting worse so marathon number 10 of the challenge could take place. I stood on the start line very nervous. I had no care as to what my time was, I just needed to get round and not make it worse. A steady plod of 9 laps was all I needed to do. I met a very inspiring gentleman on my way round and for 6 laps we chatted everything ultra and marathon running. A friend from running club had come to watch and it was a lovely surprise bumping into her as I started lap 5. It gave me a much needed boost. As I started my 7th lap I bumped into a friend from a fellow running club and we got chatting, I didn't realise the pace picked up and unfortunately I lost the person I was talking to earlier. I felt bad and spent the next lap trying to find him across the lake so I could judge if to run back or to slow down. Laps 8 and 9 saw the 10km race start and people on very fresh legs running past, not realising I was on my 8th and 9th lap and offering support saying we were nearly there. My children met me at the start of my last lap and it was so lovely to see them. It spurred me on to get the final lap done. At the final 1km I bumped into the first aider on his bike and we chatted as I ran into the finish line. I was pleased to have finally finished and a sense of relief that the injury wasn't feeling any worse. I decided though to rest until the next marathon, taking two weeks away from running.


Here I am then a few days before marathon/ultra 11 of this year, with no other running in November I am now getting nervous. Marathon 11 is a tough one and one I am hoping I make it round. There is a cut off time at 17 mile that has me worried, one I am going to have to work extra hard to ensure I make. This marathon takes me completely off road. It isn't marked and requires navigation skills, which means I have to carry kit with me.

Kit list includes

Full waterproof cover (tapered seams)
Spare thermal top
Hat / Gloves
Compass
Foil Blanket
Whistle
Fully charged mobile phone
Head torch
High energy snack
At least one bottle of fluid
Personal cup

A map is provided at registration, but I have downloaded the gpx file as well. I have purchased my kit from Simply Hike as they have everything I need for getting outdoors. It was important to me to have a brand I could trust as when I am outdoors and in the middle of nowhere I need to trust my kit and know it will work. There can be no compromises on safety. 

Trail marathons are completely different to road marathons. You have to navigate and are constantly aware of where you are putting your feet, a wrong step means you tumble or slip. It no longer becomes a mental battle as your mind is far too occupied with where you are going and what you are actually doing. I prefer them, they test you a lot more. They test ever part of you and I find them so much more interesting. They are however harder and because of this take longer to recover afterwards. With an injury on top I am very worried about the weekend, not only will I get round in the cut off times but will said injury hold out enough to make the final marathon of the year too? I guess only time will tell.

The ever changing weather is also an important consideration when up in the peaks too. I am there all day. Starting at 7am with registration and probably finishing a good 7 hour later. It will be dark and no doubt cold when I finish. I have North Face gloves to keep my fingers warm and so I can hold the map! My hat is ready and waiting, and I take a few buffs to keep my neck warm too. The head torch is charged and my waterproofs are compressed ready to be packed. I have the kit ready to go, all I need to do now is believe I can do this and get out and do it.

Whilst I might be incredibly nervous I am also incredibly excited. I can remember how much fun I had last year and whilst I only did the 14 miles I wished after I had done the full marathon. It might sound silly but I simply love running through the peaks, especially the downhills I cannot wait for those.


Keep an eye on my Instagram as I usually have a chat on stories as to how I am getting on!

Post is written in collaboration with Simply hike
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I have just switched the computer on to write my July running update, and realised I have not yet written May or June. No idea how that has happened so I must apologise. The past few months have gone from crazy busy to quiet on the running front. In fact I don't have a single race booked in August, and can honestly say I cannot remember the last time that happened.

May

May started with a milestone run for my daughter and I. She completed her 10th adult parkrun and I completed my 50th. It was amazing to run together and achieve the milestone on the same day. She makes me laugh with her running as she sprints then stops, then sprints then stops and repeats. I think her time will only get better as she runs more and stops less.



In a bid to keep up my fitness and in addition to running I have started cycling more with the kids. Some times I cycle with them and others I run alongside them. It is very stop start but it is better than doing nothing. I also love a weekly spin class, and have to say the instructors choice in music is spot on.


Windmill 6 had been postponed in March due to the snow. When I ran it last year it was heavy rain and wind and this year was the complete opposite, bright sunshine and hot weather! I am not sure what has happened at the minute but I have been struggling to run. I enjoyed the course again but just couldn't seem to get going. It did however result in one of my favourite ever running photographs, which was taken by Steve Frith who is raising money for Woodhead Mountain Rescue.


May saw club runs and training runs. The warm weather made running hard work but still a welcome change to the snow. Training began for the Barnsley Boundary and whenever possible I would run a recce run of my section to ensure I knew the route well.


One of the highlights of the month is Liverpool Rock n Roll. We make a weekend of it as a family and have fun exploring Liverpool as well as running! This year was no different with a weekend spent in the city.


I ran a 5km race on the Saturday and then spent the rest of the day relaxing and exploring Liverpool with the kids. Little Man had a sleep on the grass and the girls watched people take on the inflatable course. The day just seemed to pass us by. The 5km course had been different to the one I had run the year before. I had felt pleased with how it had gone and happy that I seemed to be able to run again, given how previous weeks had gone.


Day 2 of the weekend is the half marathon followed by the fun run mile with the kids. The half marathon loops around the city taking in the sights before making its way out to a country park and over to Penny Lane. The first 10 miles are great. There is plenty of support, plenty of regular music and a great atmosphere. Then you hit the waters edge and it all seems to disappear. Those last 3 miles are just horrible and they caught me again. I vowed there not to do this race again next year. 

Luckily I made it back to do the fun run with the kids. Little Man had been crying whilst I had been running as he had missed me. I gave him a cuddle and he fell asleep. Just what you need before a run. Still we went out and we ran our mile. It is a shame to not be doing it again next year but I think I need a change.


I spent the rest of May running more boundary runs to ensure I fully knew the route. I will admit I did get lost on one of them. 


I continued to help out at Nostell parkrun and run it occasionally. This is one of my favourite photos of Nostell. The best seat in the house!


The girls took part in a test run for a new junior parkrun and are now regulars at the event. As the weather was also improving I took to the fells and had a play off road. I must admit I love it a lot more, even if I get chased by sheep!



June

June began the same was as May, with parkrun. RD duties this time. Seemingly whenever I RD it rains, any other day there is sun. Whatever the weather it is still one of my favourite places. 


I said my farewell to the Ramathon in June. It changed its name and ownership a few months ago, had I not already signed up I would not have gone even though it was my favourite race. I use was now, although the route has stayed the same the whole feeling around the race has changed completely. It was sad saying goodbye to somewhere that holds so many memories for me, but onwards and upwards. 


Barnsley Boundary took place and I am pleased to say I didn't get lost. I really enjoy the route and still run it regularly.


Another run that I did last year was the school run. A run with spectacular views and I even managed a PB. 


I managed some fun runs in June, even getting to run my favourite run Trunce. 


After take part in the trial run of the new junior parkrun, the girls also took part in the first event. It was a great success and we try to run there whenever we can.



One of the most brutal but yet amazing races I have ever done took part in June. The Pennine Barrier 50. My full race report can be found here. I think I am still on a high from this run, although I am not sure my legs have forgiven me yet.


If one Ultra a month wasn't enough I decided to go for my second of the month at Endure 24. Things didn't go quite to plan and you can read more here


I must have done something right at Endure because I ended up in a gif! See if you can spot me!!


July

There was only one other way to start July, well after the Endure 24 festival and that was with a timed challenge! This challenge saw over 30km of running. The route took you round Doncaster and was split into stages. Meaning you ran the timed sections and then did whatever you liked in the none timed bits. The total time was taken into consideration for the winner and not who crossed the line first.


It was a really tough route. The walking between timed sections really got to me at times and made the restart in running harder. Not knowing the distance between timed points also played a part. Had I known it was 1km I would have pushed a lot harder. Some sections were short and others over 10km in length. I am still undecided if I would do it again.

Another beautiful run with scenic views is the Toss O'Coin race. Another PB for me on that route and another stunning view.



The girls broke up for summer and with that training has taken a slight twist. Running during the day is now alongside them on the bike, more often though running takes place at club or in the evening. We still get our weekly parkrun fix together.


Even on our weekend away in London we managed a parkrun and she did her first spot of tourism. She was the only junior there and I could not have been more proud of her!



Whilst there might not be any races planned for August, it is still pretty busy with the school holidays. We are hoping to do some more parkrun tourism and of course the countdown to Berlin and Chicago marathons has begun! If you would like to learn a little more about my running journey you can read my interview over on a Beautiful space 

As the heat continues to rise I have also been experimenting with new ways to stay hydrated. On my long runs I am still using Active Root, as it helps to replace the lost electrolytes. I tried a protein water drink from Asda recently as a way to help increase my protein but it did not agree with me. Purdey’s is a multivitamin energy drink which I have been trying. It contains a combination of carbonated spring water, fruit juice, vitamins and natural plant extracts and offers a cleaner alternative to the established energy drinks brands. I cannot take the more established energy drinks so this has been a great option for me. 

In a bid to keep the kids hydrated I have been carrying Squash’d in my bag. Then when we are out and about I buy a bottle of water and squeeze a small amount in. The kids prefer the taste of juice and will keep themselves hydrated when we are out. I have also noticed that their moods improve when they drink more. It is a simple way to keep the kids hydrated and takes up little room in a bag. 



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Endure 24 is advertised as the Glastonbury for runners. A weekend of running with a festival vibe, it sounded a lot of fun and what's more I could take the kids. I was running in a team of 8, including me, which later turned out to be a team of 7. Over the course of a 24hour period we would each tackle the 5 mile route around Bramham Park in Leeds and see how many laps we could complete in total.

The race starts at lunch time on Saturday and finished lunch time on Sunday. During this time runners can undertake as many laps as they wish. Runners enter as either solo, pairs or teams. Pairs and teams can only have one member out on course at any moment in time, although no one has to be out on the course. The route is all trail but given the heat and dry weather road shoes worked well, and the water station at half way was certainly needed.

The camp site opened on the Friday and so after school I took the girls and Little Man to Endure. Whilst we own a nice 6 man tent I had opted to pay for a ZooBells pre pitched tent. I was on my own with three children and just didn't want the stress of pitching a tent and watching them. I was so glad I did. Our tent was amazing. Comfy beds to sleep on and lots of room to run around. No stress or hassles everything was taken care of.


It was worth the extra money and Little Man decided to have a rest before we went to explore the rest of the site. 


We had arrived in time for the kids race. My eldest took it seriously and ran off at speed, my youngest stayed with me for the first 5 minutes before deciding to catch her sister and Little Man decided that he wanted to investigate every single rock on the path on the way round. We got round eventually, but it was hard work and I was very thankful for our comfy beds!


The hot summers day meant a bright evening and so we played around our tent before climbing into our beds around 9.30. I had decided to pack as light as possible. Taking food and snacks, but knowing we could buy pizza for dinner on the Saturday. I packed minimal camping gear too. Knowing there was the possibility of one or more child needing the toilet in the night I had taken with us our Varta outdoor sports comfort lantern. It is light weight enough for the girls to carry, with the carry handle making it easy to hold but also given it has a hook it meant I could hang it in the tent. One of the reasons I chose this lantern over others was I knew it would last over 130hrs, so if one of my kids left it on all weekend we would still be ok, and also it is water resistant, shock proof and attracts less insects than a traditional torch/lantern. 


The only electronics I had taken was my phone, which I did need to charge during the weekend. I took with me a Varta Slim Power bank, which is a similar size to my phone. I had charged the power bank up before we left and had the cable in the car should I have needed to give it a quick charge whilst there but I need no have worried. The power bank charged my phone on a fast charge and had enough power to last me all weekend too. Given how light weight it is I now carry the power bank on my long runs in case I need to charge up my phone too.

We awoke the next morning to another glorious day, we had all slept well but had been surprised at how cold it dropped over night. The girls and Little Man were excited as Grandma was coming to stay with us after lunch. First though I was up first for my team and a single lap of the course.


The first lap was good. I ran with two of my friends and it was a good way to assess the course. It was busy and crowded as you would expect for the first people out, but it gave me an idea what to expect. I completed my lap and returned to play with Little Man and the girls. We bought an ice cream from the van on site and played near the tent to wait for Grandma. 


We had brought bubbles to play with, which they loved chasing and it was also great walking round and trying to find people we knew. There wasn't really much else on for the kids, which did disappoint me a little. It was rather lucky the weather was nice so we could just spend the time outdoors, cheering on other runners and generally exploring. 


As the day continued you began to hear runners planning laps with teams, adjusting strategies and making plans for the night. I had a double lap to do just before putting the kids to bed and then another double in the early hours of the morning. I wish I had taken my phone with me for the early hours but had opted to leave on charge in the tent. My first of the double was freezing cold and I ran with my hoody on. It was pitch black and I used my head torch. I run with an LED Lenser NEO 10R torch as I can wear it as either a head torch or chest torch. I could see all the lights of the other runners over in the distance and set against the dark and misty background it was just beautiful.

The mist continued through the woods. The majority of the solo runners were now walking and I would chat with them on my way round. Full admiration of what they were undertaking. The course was much quieter at this time of night and it felt a lot different to running in the day. My head torch highlighting where I needed to put my feet to avoid tripping over the roots and rocks. Other runners using the beam from my head torch because theirs had run out of battery. One lady runner was having her own private disco as her head torch would work intermittently and for varying amounts of times. 

It was really peaceful, if not a little cold.

I completed the first of the double and set off around the course again, this time the sun was starting to make an appearance and the pitch black was replaced by a golden haze. Slowly getting brighter, the colours appearing over the fields were stunning. I longed again for my camera. I wanted to stay on and run a third lap. I think I had been given the best time slots, first running in pitch dark and mist to slowly watching the sunrise, it was amazing. I handed over to my team mate and went back to bed, getting ready for my final lap at 10.30ish.

The next part of the morning is some what a blur, quite literally. As I climbed back into my bed, which Little Man was also sharing with me he turned over and poked his fingers in my eye. In doing so his rather sharp nails tore my lens. I was in agony.

My eye would not open. It filled with tears and every time I tried to open it I was struck with a sharp pain. I tried my best to get the kids ready and myself ready but knew I needed medical help so I went to the first aid tent. They couldn't do anything for me. I couldn't see. People looked like vampires from twilight, all shiny. Nothing was sharp and I couldn't focus. Determined not to let my team down I ran my last lap blind. Listening to the sounds of people footsteps around me and trying to remember the course from the early hours of the morning.

I finished with enough time that if I had been able to see I would have done another lap, but the pain in my eye was too much and I stopped at 6 laps, 30 miles. Luckily because we had a pre booked tent we didn't have to take a tent down and just had to put our bags in the car. First aid agreed to wash my eye in case of any grit from the run and I made my way to hospital with my Mum.


Not the ending I had hoped for for Endure 24, 6 laps and an injury! It took just over a week for my sight to return to normal and a month later I am just about able to work on the computer without too much pain. Despite the bad ending Endure 24 was a lot of fun, so much so I am already booked for next year. This time as a pair! Cannot wait to tackle the challenge again! In fact I enjoyed the 24 hour challenge so much I have looked into other 24 hour races and even Revolve24, a 24-hour cycling endurance challenge hosted on the UK’s favourite motor circuit Brands Hatch, if it had been on another date I would have signed up! Let me know if you know of any other 24 hour challenges! 



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My name is Leyla, also known as Mum to my 3 humans and dog Mum to J. I have a passion for the outdoors and love to run. I can often be found off road exploring the trails and fells and covering distances all the way up to 50 miles. As a family we love travelling and discovering new adventures, as I try and run around the world!

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