So, bright and early at 5.25am Sat morning, myself and 8 running buddies sleepily loaded our kit and ourselves onto the mini bus ready for our big adventure to the Yorkshire Dales. I think we were more excited than a load of kids going on our first day outing!! π Beautiful weather, infact probably a bit too hot.
Some were planning to sleep on the journey, but those of us who were too excited continued chatting and going through all the kit we had brought and laughing at how much food we had all got between us!! Having sprained my ankle three weeks ago, it was well strapped but I was a little nervous about slipping and hurting it again but put that to the back of my mind. I can fall over my feet at the best of times, so was expecting a stumble at some point!
We arrived at the car park, everyone trotting off to the loos as the pre nerves came in and that was it, watches set, off we went. There's a brilliant picture of us running to the first mountain and our 'running coach' explaining the safety rules about staying with each other, shouting up if we needed to stop or have a rest etc etc and we all taking a large gasp of breath as we looked up at what we were about to walk up. Strangely, it went very quiet at this point!!π
First mountain slowly walked and climbed, watching every step as it was very steep and sometimes slippy. Absolutely elated when we got down to the bottom and began running to the next one. The next peak was flipping tough, the ascent just seemed to go on forever, this really was the test of how strong the legs were! This is where I had a bit of a stumble, but luckily it was a very soft landing and it was only my ego that was bruised!!
The killer was peak 3, that really did know how to test us, and test us it did. We had a couple of people who did struggle, one of which had a really bad period of cramping and we did think at one point we would have to take him back, but with water, jelly babies and some super flap jacks he was soon back on his feet and with us again.
We did it in just less than 9 hours which is what we were aiming for.
What Im super proud of is that at no point did I allow myself to think I couldn't or wouldn't it do it. I arranged only a couple of days before a fundraiser for Alzheimer's Research, as my mum has the awful disease and I reckoned if I was going to do it, I may as well try and raise some funds. I only did that on Tuesday night and its raised 230 pounds so far (Ive lost pound symbol from my keyboard!)
legs were fine yesterday, today, well thats a completely different story. Calves and quads very sore, even too sore to massage or use the foam roller. Walking up stairs is ok, walking down, Im having to do it sideways!π¬
Couldn't work out how to post multiple pics which I believe we can on here if someone can tell me how? Anyway, the pic is my medal, which I'm sooooooo proud of!!ππͺ
Now Ive got post event blues, need the next challenge!!!π€