Monday, 17 October 2016

World Cup Final

This weekend I made the trip over to Aarau, Switzerland to take part in the World Cup Final. My first international races in two years. I had clear aims: get some world ranking points from the long distance race and work out where I stand in terms of sprint racing.

My forest race result (30th) does not look special but it was a good technical performance from me. I have to judge things by my own averages; although I did make one annoying mistake, the overall race was by far the best I've managed over that distance since I've come back. I was also pretty pleased to physically get through the race, something I wouldn't have managed a month ago.

My sprint final was really awesome. I won the B-final by 1 min and that would have put me 9th in the A-final! I can't quite believe it as I'm well aware of how slow my raw speed is at the minute. But I think I've hit every route bang on. Of course I know how it feels for the other girls who are at the end of a very long season but even so, this is a massive boost for me ahead of next year.

Bring on the winter!

Tuesday, 14 June 2016

Back in the game

Last weekend marked four months back training and was my first attempt at ‘racing’ orienteering again. It was full of mixed emotions. Amazing to be back at races I never thought I’d be able to do again, lovely to see old friends and have so many supportive conversations.

Even so, it was really tough trying to race as it just felt so out of sorts. I held things together in both the sprint and middle distance (British champs weekend) but it wasn't pretty. It felt like trying to speak a language for the first time in years. I got through it, but it was hesitant, messy, full of small mistakes, and generally quite frustrating. I’m obviously not happy with feeling like that and it just makes me itch for the next time I can get back out with a map and work on things to get better.

But there is a little bit of me that is quite proud of getting this far already. I haven’t gone into great detail online as to what my 14 months off were like, but the last 9 barely involved any movement. My only ventures off the sofa were to the bus-stop to work three days a week. I’ve worked so hard to build back up from that since February, not just with all the running/aerobic cross training but the strength, conditioning, and stretching too. It was quite a unique situation and there was no blueprint of what to do or what to expect. I think I've exceeded even my optimistic hopes. So in amongst all these mixed feelings, I’m trying to give myself a pat on the back before I return to the hard slog.


Snuck onto the podium in the sprint distance (at least when you excluded the non-Brits).

Nice to be back with old team mates who are running so well.

Friday, 20 May 2016

A grand day out: 5 munros near Bridge of Orchy

It’s hard to say what I missed the most in my year out: the routine of the daily miles, the adrenaline of a world championship start line, or the breathtaking views from mountain summits.  At least it was the mountains that I dreamt about the most.

I’d hated watching other people head out on fun adventures whilst I was confined to the sofa. So when Murray decided to run the five munros round Bridge of Orchy last weekend, I decided that I wasn’t going to miss out again.

The only problem was that the route was 35km and 2200+ metres of climb. My longest hill run so far was a generous 16km and included a third of the climb. With a walk/camp in the previous night and a pick-up at the end, I got this down to 27km – probably manageable but enough out of my comfort zone to be buzzing with excitement.


The view down the glen at 9pm when we were walking in to camp.

Happy camper walking in along the Allt Kinglass.

Our wee tent on the left still not quite getting the sun when we woke up.
I went ‘backwards’ round the route – starting with Ben Mhanach before hitting the main ridge. See later notes on why I strongly advise against it, but it at least got the main track run and climb done while there was some spring in the legs. I can’t say it was the most pleasant of ascents, contouring across gullies, but the views from the top were worth it.

First summit of the day - Beinn Mhanach

View back to Ben Lui (I think)

Where I was heading - summit 2 - Beinn a'Chreachain

I was still moving fairly well on the next big climb up to Beinn a’Chreachain, buoyed by the realisation that the weather was not going to give me the hail and snow flurries forecast but bluebird skies instead. Beinn a’Chreachain was a fine hill, with a final rocky climb and views all the way to Loch Ericht/Ben Alder munros to the north-east, Glencoe in the west, and the incredible Rannoch Moor in between. Quite literally breath-taking.

Summit 2 - Beinn a'Chreachain

Rannoch Moor and beyond. Ben Alder in the distance.

The view northwest

The ridge I was about to run. Summit 3 on the ridge, Summit 4 peeking out just behind, and Summit 5 far left.

The third summit (Beinn Achaladair) was the easiest physically as it was ‘just’ a run a long a ridge. There was a final kick up to the actual summit but I found a scramble-y path very close to the crag edges which focused the mind somewhat. The actual summit didn’t seem to have a cairn on it, but I met the first hill walker (and dog) of day to share some appreciation of the surroundings.

Summit 3 - Beinn Achaladair and a few Starav hills behind

Loch Tulla and beyond

Summit 2 now impressively looming ahead

Things were all going pretty smoothly until the bealach before Beinn an Dothaidh. Then they really took a turn for the worse. I meandered up the 200m of climb, picking up odd snow patches as I was in need of rehydration (not recommended). I’d been out close to 4 hours by this point and I hadn’t felt this sort of exhaustion for a long time. I remembered though that you always go through bad patches on long runs and so I convinced myself that it would just be a patch, not the beginning of a death march to the end.

Summit 4 - Beinn an Dothaidh

Picking up some proper water at the stream in the final bealach did perk me up a bit. Or I was motivated by pride to keep running in front of the many hill walkers that were now also making their way up Beinn Dorain. Either way, I finished the last 300m of climb almost as strongly as I’d started the day and I was rewarded with the final summit.


Summit 5 - Beinn Dorain

The Starav hills

Job done! If only. It turns out there was a very good reason why the guidebook suggests anyone attempting all five should go anti-clockwise. Beinn Dorain rises up 900m from the valley in about 1.5km. It also has a few substantial cliffs and the slope is generously covered in large scree. It took me 40 minutes (!) to get down this. Murray was on a slightly different route (to get our camping gear) but still did a 14 min/km. Definitely up there as one of my more sketchy mountain experiences, probably the worst non-weather related!

Really not recommended. Much better to do the route in the other direction.

So eventually it was job done. A wonderful job. Fantastic to be back in the hills, testing myself on the climbs, overcoming those wobbly moments, and pushing those comfort zones back a little more.

Monday, 11 April 2016

Answers


"How are you?"
"Good thanks"

It's so nice to be able to answer that question positively. Or just to have an answer. For over a year, I didn't know how I was. I didn't know why I felt like I was going to have a heart attack constantly. No one could find anything wrong.

It wasn't a great place to be physically or mentally. I withdrew a lot from my usual world, partly because I was so limited physically but as much because I didn't have any answers. Turns out conversations are a bit difficult when you don't know why you're in the situation you're in, what is causing the pain, or when it might stop.

So the answer is 'rib'. It seems to have been a rib (or maybe a few) causing the problems. Never has anyone been so happy to have costochondritis.

What did I do to get a rib problem? I'm not sure I'll ever get that answer. My mobility through my shoulders/back area is chronic and it could well be that I compensated by overloading through the ribs, eventually causing pain. I am certainly losing the pain by increasing my flexibility and strength through that area. But maybe there were other things going on. I was pushing myself to the absolute limit with WOC 2015 in mind and my immune system was struggling.

Very fitting to share one of my first runs back with Sarah
The real saviour in all this is (Dr) Sarah Rollins. Without her I could still be sitting on the sofa. She's been an absolute lifeline through this whole episode. Amazing woman: my role model, team mate, and great friend. (And just a little plug for support for her bonkers running for charity here - 40km a day for 40 days for her 40th birthday).

Will I ever get back? I sure hope so! It's early days (I've just finished week 8 of training) but of course my mind is rushing ahead much faster than my legs. I think the competitive season will end up being a few months too early to be able to get involved this year. But that's probably a good thing as I'll get a really solid base done ready to race hard in 2017.

See you in a forest soon!

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Dreams


It's been a really rough ride of a year so far and it's not really getting much easier. Yes, depending which day you catch me on, there are signs that this whole episode might all end soon but it is not close enough yet for it to override the difficulty of having to watch a home World Championships from the sidelines.

I apologise for the silence on this blog (although that may be more directed to sponsors than readers!) but health issues can be quite personal and it hasn't felt appropriate to share things here. I hope that I'll be able to post some mini positive stories soon as I relearn to run and work out where the new limits are.

In the meantime, the focus should be on those selected for the World Championships, particularly Team GB. It's great that there are so many athletes able to live out their dreams up in Inverness next month. Sadly, that experience will always remain a dream for me but at least it is restocking the motivation stores for once my body starts to cooperate again.


An indulgent photo of my best WOC memory.
One that I was hoping to better on the streets of Forres or Nairn, or in Darnaway forest.
Go on Team GB. Make it count.







Thursday, 2 April 2015

A weird feeling


It’s a weird feeling. I’m heading to London to see family while everyone else heads to the Lake District for the JK. It’s a feeling I better get used to as it seems I’m going to have to watch this season from the sidelines.

Although things have improved a bit, I’m not yet back running. Even the best case scenario would be pushing it to be ready for the World Champs in August and, after what I’ve been through, pushing it doesn’t seem like the sensible road to recovery.

I’m hoping it’s not too long until I’m back starting that process though. I’ll probably return to a doing a few more twitter and blog updates at that stage but for the moment I’ve not got a huge amount positive or constructive to say. I’m really grateful to my sponsors Arc’teryx and SILVA who have been really understanding during this time.

Best of luck to all those competing. Enjoy it.

Photo taken from some tweet sometime.
If anyone has copyright issues with it let me know.

Monday, 2 February 2015

Earning my stripes


'The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley'

As it's not long since Burns’ night it seems appropriate to quote the incomprehensible Scotsman.

Things haven’t gone to plan, even though they were quite sensible of plans. Somehow I landed up with suspected pericarditis (an inflammation of the bit around the heart). I probably started training too soon after a virus but I wasn’t really aware of it at the time.

So training in 2015 is yet to start and still feels a bit of way off. Who knows where this leaves me in terms of this season. Obviously it’s too early to make big decisions but I am just about facing the reality that this won’t be the dream season I’d planned to make it.

That’s not been easy to take but it’s better than some of the possible outcomes that chest pains can cause. Being ill or injured is not fun for an athlete particularly one as obsessive as me. I’ve realised what a big part of my life it is – even other non-active hobbies are so much better after a good run or when planning the next one. But as I've probably said before, being ill and injured is just part of being an athlete too. I get the impression that everyone at the top has been through one of these ‘career-in-doubt’ moments and so I'm trying to see this as my turn to earn my stripes.



Some of the last runs I did in 2014 in Torridon. At least they were good ones!