August - Bog Snorkeling Triathlon World Championships!

As part of this series of challenges, I have been aspiring to do things that are a bit odd, a bit different and maybe a bit mad... This month's challenge definitely ticked those boxes!! The World Bog Snorkelling Championships have been held in Llanwrtyd Wells to promote the smallest town in Britain to tourists for many years. Recently they have added a triathlon to their list of alternative sports. This involves an 8 mile trail run, a 120 yard bog snorkel and then a 12 mile mountain bike. 

Running: sorted. Bog snorkelling: odd, but manageable. Mountain bike: terrifying. 

I borrowed my sister's mountain bike a week before the event, and proudly posted a photo on facebook 3 days before the race, only to be told by my cycling friends that I had, in fact, put it together wrong. Oops. Not the best start, but I fixed the problem and thought that meant I was ready to go!

Arriving at the race field, it was obvious that this race was going to be pretty small! All 17 competitors set off in one go, after leaving our bikes in the smallest transition area I've ever seen.

 

The run was right up my street, and I raced well, coming in 1st lady and 3rd overall, finishing the 8 miles in less than an hour. Off with the t-shirt (drenched in the rain) and on with flippers, mask and snorkel.

The bog was cold, murky and my mask quickly steamed up. We had to doggy paddle through one bog, get out, and come back in the other direction. On the way back, I had fixed the steaming up, but managed to get some water in my snorkel. Not good. A lot of spluttering but I made it to the end!

Now time for the final event - the mountain bike. Ben had managed to persuade the organisers not only to let him join in the mountain bike part of the race, but actually to lend him a bike to do it on!! 
Also, parallel to the triathlon was a competition for "Best dressed helmet". I made my creation in the car on the way to Wales, and found on arrival that I was actually the only person to enter this particular competition. However, this did mean that I won! I reckon it would have taken a lot to beat my Shaun anyway....

Right, back to the bike! It began with a steep grassy uphill, where we had to push the bikes up. I was not impressed, starting to get tired and hungry. At the top of the hill, we had a small escape by getting some road to cycle on but then into the forest we went. We were met with steep downhill slippy rocks and waist deep muddy puddles. I did have a bit of a strop (or two) rescued by Ben's persuasion and the marshal with jelly babies: LIFESAVER! 

Then back down the hill we went to the finish. Despite being overtaken by many a biker, I had survived in my position as first lady, earning the title: Ladies World Bog Snorkelling Triathlon Champion! 
I'm only doing all this stupid stuff to raise lots of money for such a good charity. A recent report showed that the number of babies dying from sudden infant death has grown since 2012, so this research is crucial. Any money you can give will help. To donate go to www.justgiving.com/RADCC2015

July - running 90 km in 24 hrs

July brought what has been my most physically gruelling challenge so far. There is an event called the adidas Thunder Run: an off road relay where you have to get as many laps of 10 km run in 24 hours as you can. The past 2 years I have entered in teams of 6 and 7 people, and we've managed to do 24 and 22 laps respectively. 

This year, however, was different. 

Initially, I decided I would effectively become 2 members of a team of 5, but due to injury, we started with only 3 runners: myself, my boyfriend Ben and his friend Sam. This si what we looked like at the start:

We began strongly, smashing our schedule and finishing 7 laps in the first 6 hours. Maybe this was our downfall, as both of my team members were struck by knee problems, meaning that after their 3rd laps, they were reduced to walking. 

We had a fantastic support team, of Sam's family and girlfriend who provided massage, encouragement and snacks throughout the 24 hour effort. Without them it would have been a different story.... As it was, we powered through and before sunset I'd done 5 laps, with Sam and Ben contributing another 5. After a 3 lap stint from Ben, and a very speedy walking lap from Sam, I set off at 2:45 on my hardest session: aiming to finish laps 6, 7 and 8 before handing over to Ben at 6:30. 

Thanks to borrowed headtorches, it was barely dark at all! This meant I survived without falling over, and managed to (mainly) run all 3 laps in a slither under 4 hours. This brought up to 17 laps in total, and we decided we should all drag ourselves round the course once more to bring us to the end. I'm extremely proud to say we did it! Unlike previous years, the rain held off for 23 hours, so it was only my final lap when I had to whip out the waterproofs...

Although we didn't finish looking like the speedy gazelles we imagine we looked like at the start, we made it! 200 kilometres run in 24 hours! I would never have imagined I could run 90km in less than a week, let alone one day! 

Thank-you so much to all those who supported, lent kit and donated - we definitely couldn't have done it without you!! 

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And just in case you wondered what we felt like afterwards - here is me trying to get up the stairs...

June: SKYDIVE! aka the worst 30 seconds of my life...

On Saturday, I joined some others raising money for the Lullaby Trust for their "Jump in June": a skydive from Salisbury airfield. As someone that is super-terrified of heights and having my feet off the ground, I was dreading this challenge. I had also had to tactically not tell my Mum about this one...

So I was due to arrive at the airfield on Saturday at 4pm. Where we were in Bournemouth, it was gloriously sunny, with a small amount of wind. I received a text from GoSkydive at 2 ish, telling me that they had stopped sending people up to jump because of the wind, and that their was a chance that I was not going to be able to jump: did I want to reschedule? No!! I had built myself up so much to do the jump that day that I couldn't deal with delaying. So I headed to the airfield with my fingers crossed. 

On arrival I saw that they had started sending people up, as the wind had died down. However, when I had my training, they told me that there was not going to be enough time to jump, and that we should book another time: as we would have already done our training, we would be able to get a priority jump at 8am on another day. So we finished our training, I re booked for next weekend and headed back to the car. After a small breakdown, I realised I hadn't asked if they would be able to the next morning! I gave them a call from the car park and booked in for the next morning. 

Looking forward to my newly gained afternoon in the sun, and dreading my early morning alarm, I was driving out of the airfield when I received another call - letting me know they had one space on the last flight of the day! What a rollercoaster! I said yes immediately, and did a quick turnaround. 

After an hour or so sat in the sun, I went to get my jumpsuit on (I managed to squeeze my Lullaby trust t-shirt on over the top!) and got ready to get in the plane. 

I say plane, but it was a tiny little thing! I was unsure that I was even going to make it high enough to jump out of... 

The flight up was nerve-racking: at 6000ft our harnesses were tightened and there was no option but to lean back against the instructor. 4000 more feet up and then there was the noise of the engine changing pitch as it got ready to throw us out! I was near the back of the queue to leave the plane so saw a few others go first: the cameramen hung themselves out of the plane, while the instructor and jumper sat on the edge ready to fall. Then it was my turn. It all went pretty quickly, but the immediate freefall was just terrifying. To be honest, it was probably was the worst 30 seconds of my life...

When the parachute took hold, I just felt an overwhelming sense of relief and started shaking. Which kept going until about 30 minutes after I landed! The cruising down to the ground was weird - like looking out of a plane window, but with nothing in between you and the ground! The weather was great though, so the views were fantastic. 

After a practice getting into the landing position at 3000ft, my instructor gave me a great tour of the countryside - pointing out all of the sights in view. Then came the landing, which was quick and simple. I was definitely in shock afterwards, and was very grateful to my boyfriend for being there to drive me home! 

It was an epic day, but I survived!! 

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OMM Iceland - we survived!!

After deciding to enter OMM Iceland to raise money for The Lullaby Trust, Kat and I arrived at the start carrying all the borrowed kit we had been able to find, and with an injury preventing us from running. Not the ideal start to our first orienteering event! However, the sun was shining (unusual for Iceland) and so everything would be OK...

On arrival, the OMM team were incredibly welcoming, even letting us into their farmhouse and supplying tea. Camping on the first night was an experience, with icelandic weather showing us just what it can do: just waking up on Saturday with our tent still on the ground felt like an achievement!

Once we had packed our race bags and been taught how to use a camping stove, we were given our maps and 30 minutes to plan a route. The checkpoint locations were pretty novel: "volcano crater" and "side of hot spring" to name a few! As we knew our chances of doing well at the short score were pretty non existent, we decided we would make the most of being in Iceland and head straight for the volcano crater. On the other side of the map.

We soon discovered that lava fields and hills of ash are not the ingredients for speed, and also that locating checkpoints was not our strong point! It became clear once we had located the volcano that we would be really quite late for the short score first day finish. We messaged ahead to explain we were fine, but just having too much fun, and headed on our way. Again, the landscape changed dramatically into a river valley with blue-ish sandy slopes on either side.

Once through "the mud pits of doom" we made it back to the campsite a mere 45 minutes late - enough to take us into negative points for the day! However, the organisers took pity on us and moved us up to the medium score class where we sat firmly at the bottom of the rankings. Despite some plumbing problems leading to "a loo with a view", the campsite was nice: well sheltered with a lot of comraderie between the teams. A night of slightly less crazy weather was abruptly ended by the sound of "Jerusalem" blaring out of the OMM truck first thing in the morning! That was a particularly surreal experience...

For the second day, we were much more conservative with our route planning, and although disappointed to admit we weren't going to make it to the hot spring region, we headed out determined to at least do some orienteering. We found all the checkpoints we were aiming for that day (even if we did overshoot one!) and arrived back at the farmhouse way before we were expected. This came with the benefit of sheltering inside and welcoming the other teams across the line as they came in.

We were then all treated to some fantastic home-made chilli and flapjacks before the prizegiving. We were astounded at how many points some of the other teams had managed to get! To top of a great weekend, we all headed for the blue lagoon for some soaking in the natural hot waters. 

Doing the OMM Iceland was a fantastic experience, even for first timers, with the only downside being that we weren't fast enough to reach all the exciting checkpoints!
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Preparing for the OMM

This blog post is optimistically titled "preparing for the OMM", the OMM being the Original Mountain Marathon that's happening over the late May bank holiday weekend in Iceland. 
Having decided a number of months ago that this was a good idea, my partner Kat and I are starting to believe otherwise. We're also starting to think that preparation might have been a good idea...

The OMM is a two day running and navigational challenge. Currently, Kat is injured and unable to run, and neither of us have successful histories in navigation. We have also not really camped before, and this challenge involves us carrying our camping kit and being self sufficient for the weekend. Needless to say, we're a bit scared. 

So the last few weeks have been a slightly panicked rush of finding/buying/borrowing kit, combined with long runs accompanied by a rucksack. After one of these runs last week, I discovered that a small amount of discomfort soon leads to horrible looking rucksack burns on your back. Ouch!

We're doing all of this to raise money for the Lullaby trust, so to give us more motivation to not just stay in our hostel eating Nutella, then go to www.justgiving.com/RADCC2015 to donate. 

And wish us luck - we're going to need it!!

April - The Ram Run!

Many of you will know that I do a lot of running. I would even go as far as saying as I enjoy it! So you may be surprised that I chose a running event to be one of these challenges. Too easy? I wish...

They say a picture says 1000 words, so here comes a novel!

As you can see, I can't say I enjoyed every minute... But I made it! 

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Everest in July?

So, for my July challenge, I will be attempting Everest! However, instead of risking the snow and earthquakes, I will be attempting the same elevation but in Bath....

With anyone who is crazy enough to join me, I will be running (/walking/crawling/rolling) up and down Widcombe Hill in Bath. It's a 3 km round trip from the bottom to the top and back down again with 150 m of ascent. To get to the top of Everest, this means doing this hill 60 times!!! 

I currently am thinking that my aim will be to do it 30 times, with a team of crazies joining me to make up the other 30 (or as many as possible!). 

Who fancies joining me? Every little helps, so just one walk up and down each will all add up :-)