Let there be light!

Another week and another of the challenges crossed off. As of this evening I am now officially a minister of the universal life church. I have received confirmation of this from the ordaining officer of said church…………

“Let it be known on this date that in accordance with the laws of the Universal Life Church Monastery, as ordaining officer, I, Brother Martin, do ordain you into our ministry. From this day forward, you are entitled to all of the rights of an ordained minister. You have the authority to perform marriages, baptisms, and all other ceremonies of the church. You are an independent minister of this church. This is a position that carries with it a burden of responsibility; please respect others and comply with the laws of the land.”

a hard copy (without the watermark) is on the way

If you want to find out a bit more about the church I have joined then you can check it out at http://www.themonastery.org/ . Other ministers of the church include 3 Beatles, Richard Branson and Joey from friends.

Becoming a minister was rather easy to do (just fill in an online form). But I have to admit that when it came to sorting it out I was a little uncomfortable about signing up as a minister as I am an atheist. Thankfully, the Universal Life Church is quite ok about this and is happy to allow me to be a Humanist minister and stick to the rules of the church which are essentially be nice to people and let them believe what they want.

It’s a little early to start performing wedding ceremonies (though I will be happy to perform these in future). So I celebrated my new calling by bringing a little light into the world – well, not the light of the lord, and not to the world in general but the light of nPower to my living room – by replacing the light switch.

4 down and 8 to go!

The last couple of months have been pretty busy so the challenges (and the blog) have had to take a bit of a back seat for a while. However, I now have just over a month to try and finish as many of them off as I can and it’s time to crack on. Looking at my overall progress for the year right now things are not looking great for getting a full set by new years eve – but I guess I just have to crack on and see what can be done.

Over the year I have been building up my baking skills (I would have like to have written “honing my baking skills” there but that may be overegging things a touch). This weekend it was time to complete challenge No 10 - Host a tea party where I have booked all the food. Thankfully we’re going with the conventional understanding of the term tea party “a formal, ritualised gathering for the small meal of afternoon tea” – rather than hosting the militant wing of the Grand Old Party.

 There's no way she's ever getting an invite to come round for a cuppa......

 

I'd rather have this lot!

The first snag was the venue – lack of space, chairs (and at the moment heating – my boiler is broken) ruled out my flat for the location. Thankfully Rosie and Mark kindly agreed to let me “host” the event at their house (they have a proper tea pot and table cloths too!!). The next was the timing – a tea party should be for afternoon tea but the only suitable time was 10:30am – so for the duration of the tea party Rosie and mark’s living room became the sovereign territory of Bhutan and the start time therefore technically 4:30pm – perfectly inside the afternoon tea zone.

 

Next thing to sort was what to bake – a little reading around suggested that cake, scones, biscuits and small sandwiches are all acceptable afternoon tea fare so foolishly I decided to make all of them. I started the baking on Friday evening by making a couple of Ciabatta loaves, cheese scones and shortbread. All went fine until I melted part of the cooker hood – but am sure I will be able to find a replacement part for that. Then on Saturday I made a Victoria sponge cake (my first proper sandwich cake) and returned to an old favourite in lemon drizzle cake, slightly modified to include apples from my parent’s and Penny’s gardens. Spreading the butter icing on the sponge cake was trickier than I expected but by 9:30 on Saturday evening all was prepared (and my kitchen looked like a bomb site).

 Ciabatta

Shortbread fingers

The tea party itself went very well, attended as it was by Rosie, Mark, Astrid, Oscar, Penny, Luke and Archie- thanks for all turning out guys :-). Mark and Rosie let me use some of their v nice china crockery and helped set everything out wonderfully (sorry the photo doesn’t do the set up justice – the light wasn’t great for photos), Mark was even about to get the iron out for the table cloth at one point. The baking went down well and everyone was very complimentary about what I’d made – looks like I’ve managed to pick up baking reasonably well. More important than how the food went down it was really great to have a get together and a natter, not something we get to do very often.

 Rosie and Penny and the afternoon tea spread

Astrid tucking in to some Victoria sponge - Oscar wasn't quite so interested :-)

 

So that’s another challenge off the list. 4 down (well 5 if you include this blog) still a way to go but we’ll see how I get on. Just because the challenge is done doesn’t mean I’m going to stop baking now – I’ve had great fun learning and it’s something I’ll keep on doing – though maybe not trying to bake so many things simultaneously!

Ukulele

After the rather depressing blog about the Lakeland 50 its time to get back to the properly agreed challenges. A few people have pointed out that I’m a little behind on things and need to get my arse in gear. So, inspired by Jenny and Carli, I have begun trying to learn a musical instrument (challenge 7) – in this case a Ukulele.

My record for musical ability is not great. Apart from the compulsory recorder lessons while I was at middle school I have attempted to learn the trumpet (mostly as my dad can play one), this lasted a couple of years and I didn’t even get to grade one. I also spent a couple of years learning to play the piano, I had a bit more success with that but still struggled and eventually gave up. Plus anyone who has seen my music collection (or more precisely my lack of one) will attest to the fact that I don’t have much of a sophisticated musical taste.

A quick bit of internet based research helped me select a Kala Uke as a nice cheap option (but with a good sound quality according to the reviews). I went on amazon and purchased a Kala MK-SN Soprano (their entry level Uke) and a bag to carry it for £35. The reviews online explained that the strings it came with were not so great and that to get a decent quality sound new ones (Aquila) would be a good purchase so off I trooped to Windows (music shop in Newcastle) to buy some. I have to say I enjoyed going to a music shop and buying bits for my new instrument – staff were great and were impressed with my choice – found the right strings for me and then sold me a starter pack with some beginners books and a few other bits and pieces apparently essential for a new Uke owner.

 

 

My Uke! and my absolute beginners book on how to play it - (i did check if they had one called Ukuele for ten thumbed tallentless absolute beginners in the shop but alas not)

 

Everything went fine until I got everything home and tried to change the strings – getting the old ones off was easy but attaching the new ones somewhat harder. 45 minutes of struggling a light swearing later and I had one string attached but so lose no note could be coaxed from it! I needed help – my first thought was my downstairs neighbours but then I remembered that a lad I work with play base and might be able to help.

So the Uke got taken back into work and handed over to Ross while I was in a meeting. He was supposed to leave one string until I came back to show me how it was done. Alas, my PhD student found him later and since she has 4 Ukes insisted on completing the job and seeing how it sounded. So stringing the thing is still a mystery – but I have been offered cheap lessons and even had an invitation to join a band.

Now the strings are all on I’ve had a chance to start trying to play – just learning the basics of strumming at the moment and 6 of the easiest chords. Have got onto the first tune the book suggests – for the time being my rendition is not recognisable but I am having fun trying – so thank you to whoever suggested this one!

Lakeland 50: To DNS or DNF?*

*For non-runners DNF = did not finish, DNS = did not start

I initially wrote this post in the bar of the Sun Hotel, Coniston 27/7/13 on a note pad purchased in a local souvenir shop to be typed up at a later date (with some additional bits added that I’ve recalled since then and some of the more embarrassing typos removed).

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I’ve just had to pull out of the Lakeland 50 after approximately 4 miles and the term gutted doesn’t quite cover it. In order to prevent myself from wallowing in self-pity for the afternoon I thought I’d take the unexpected free time to write something for the blog. For pretty good reasons “pull out of an ultra-marathon after only 4 miles” did not make it on the list of challenges but as this is the first time I’ve ever DNF’d in any sort of a race, let alone an ultra-marathon, it qualifies as being out of my comfort zone!

What was different this time? Well I tried to run carrying an injury. Two weeks ago I pulled up in a training run due to cramp (it was a hot day and I wasn’t hydrated so it was my own fault). The cramp caused a few small muscle tears. “Something minor” I thought; “just see the physio then rest for a few days and it’ll be fine”. Six days later I went out for another run – just a light 2 miler – and it locked up again. There were now just seven days for it to clear up. A couple more trips to the physio followed and though he told me that “in an ideal situation you shouldn’t be running” he also said “it’ll be ok to give it a try so long as you don’t push too hard and you stop immediately if you feel the muscle start to go again”. This was all the encouragement I needed, especially as I said I would do the race with Sumanth, so I decided to go for it.

The fact is that, given the above and the nature of the race, it was pretty obvious what was going to happen – my leg would not last the distance – and deep down I already knew this.

One of the thoughts running through my head is should I have even started? Be a DNS rather than a DNF? DNS means no risk of additional injury and everyone understands that you had to withdraw. But withdrawing from a race beforehand is hard – especially one you’ve been training for ages, with a lot of sweat and pain invested as “this was the year you were going to rip the nuts off it!”. And deeper down none of us wants to give in before really knowing we couldn’t do it. Ultimately it's about risk versus ego – and ego usually wins.

After pulling out I was driven back to race HQ in a minibus with half a dozen 100 mile runners who had had to drop out through either injury or exhaustion (some could no longer walk) and some marshals one of whom (I’d met him briefly before at the Hardmoors 55 earlier in the year) decided that I needed reminding of the ultra-marathon facts of life…….

“You youngsters think you’re indestructible! You can’t expect never to be a DNF, these races are designed to be tough – that’s the whole point! Even the guys at the front have to pull out sometimes. The important part is to review what went wrong and get it right next time”.

…… I had the rest of the journey to reflect on this (and sulk a bit more if I’m honest)….. I knew he was right but it was still hard to take.

It’ll take about 2 weeks for the muscle tears to clear up properly, which will Ieave me plenty of time to train for next year. I’ll take Ultra Marathon Yoda’s advice in future, train smarter and not start races when injured. Though I reserve the right to throw another sulk if I have to DNF again!

 

It’s now nearly a month after I wrote that down – I’ve rested the leg and done my stretches. However, the first time I went back to running my calf went again. So I’ve been back to the Physio and am in the process of building a proper recovery programme (have also been told I was doing my stretching wrong!). Time to buy a bike – but I will be back doing ultras next year!

Challenge 3 completed

I can cross another of the challenges off the list! Last week I went to Croatia for a research/appraisal meeting and as I’ve never visited before this counts as completeing challenge no? visit a new country. I kept a diary while I was there which ran to 10 pages of A5, probably a bit much to include here so I’ll summarise………

Day 1 – Tuesday 2nd of July (annoyingly 2 days after Croatia joined the EU so no stamp on passport!)
The flight out of Newcastle was at 6:15am so had an early start to get to the airport on time (4am) but thanks to an upgrade was let into the BA Business Lounge, a little early to take advantage of the free booze but the coffee was very welcome and bumped into Robson Green (on his way to Wimbledon apparently). First flight was a bit of a blur due to still being half asleep – the second one was a bit more of a raucous affair thanks to half a plane load of boozed up young London boys and girls on their way to a music festival – I think they’d already had a skinfull at the airport but they kept drinking on the journey and got loader and louder much to the irritation of the rest of the passengers and crew.

In one of those perfect bits of timing both of the loos at the back of the plane packed up leading to a large queue of party goers forming along the isle – made more amusing when we were held up for landing by the Croatian airforce doing some sort of exercise on the main runway. The festivelers continued to cause mayhem at the airport and did the reputation of brits abroad no good at all when one of them fell over and bashed his head on the baggage carousel – luckily for him he was so drunk he didn’t seem to feel a thing!

The journey from Zagreb to Reijka was pretty uncomfortable but we made it in 3 hours and I got the feeling back in my legs after about 30 minutes. Hotel was very nice but accidentally completed challenge number 1 again when the deputy manager decided to let herself into my room just I was I was getting out of the shower – much embarrassment all round!


Wednesday 3rd
The meeting/review lasted from 8 till 6 and I was last up to give a presentation so had the full time to fuss over my slides. My presentation went well though and was given the provisional thumbs up by the Commission representatives. Was hoping to have a little time off in the evening to see the town but we were whisked straight off to go for diner – as it turned out this was on a boat – the food was a little basic but the chef spent much of the time out on deck playing an accordion with the captain singing an accompaniment from the bridge – the drinks provided were, well……. Lets just say they had a lot of flavour!

We had some wonderful views as we cruised down the coast and were let off for 30 minutes while something (not sure what) was being done to the boat used this opportunity to pop into a local bar and find something a little more palatable. The cruise back to the hotel took a while so it was 1am when we made back – a little tipsy.

 

our chef/musician

 

 

Professor Rich Dawson "enjoying" the local wine



Thursday 4th
Was woken up by the maid letting herself into my room – this happened to others at the meeting also. It was off to more meetings until 3:30 but we got the afternoon to have a bit of a look at our surroundings – the town was very nice and felt a bit Italian (understandable given how close we were to the border) it was very hot and many people weren’t wearing very much – there’s a time and a place for speedos – its in Olympic swimming competitions – not major shopping streets!!

 

a bit later on - when everyone had put theur clothes back on

The organisers had invited those that were flying back the following day for another meal out this time in a restaurant overlooking the town – with instructions to meet in a nearby castle. Had a lovely meal and got to know some of the EU people a bit better. Lots of national stereotypes came out and were being made fun of – this included me and Rich being criticised for trying to change the funding rules but my personal favourite was when the greek representative phoned up the French organiser (Theirry) to say he was at the entrance but he couldn’t pay for his taxi as he didn’t have any of the local currency, at which point Thierry asked a chap called Ernst to go to the entrance and pay for the cab – then picked the phone up and said “don’t worry, I’m sending the Germans to bail you out”

view from the terrace in the first bar

Friday 5th
Another early start and a near sense of humour failure in Zagreb airport (nice staff but bit of a shambles). The journey home took about 10 hours and was knackered when I got home. To be fair I didn’t see a lot of Croatia but I got a bit of a taste of it and it was my first trip to the region – wouldn’t be the sort of place I’d go on holiday (not really a coast/sunbathing sort of person) but enjoyed having a few days there.

A much delayed update

The last entry was the 14^th of April, so much for my plan to blog about once a week! Let’s get the excuses out of the way.

i)                    I was abducted by aliens

ii)                   I forgot how to type

iii)                 I broke the internet

iv)                 I got abducted by aliens again

v)                  I poisoned myself with my own baking

vi)                 I’ve just been a bit crap at sitting down at the computer and doing a bit of typing

You’ll have to decide for yourself which of the above statements are true

I have been making (some) progress on the challenges in the mean time (in between the alien abductions) so it seems fitting that this blog is review of progress against them all, so here goes…………..

1)      Public Nudity

Done – see blog entry “excuse me mate but you’ve nicked my towel” 10^th of Feb. May be revisited in future though.

2)      Pull in a strange place

Going to be careful what I put here – There have been a couple of near misses on this (see entries on 27^th of Feb and 7^th April). There have been other developments but I don’t really want to blog about them just yet as I need to see how things go - plus not sure if the girl in question would be too thrilled to have the whole thing reported on here!

3)      Visit a new country

I’ll be doing this twice (country not continent). I’m visiting Croatia in July and Romania in October – I may also try to get to Slovenia over the summer.

4)      Get a motorcycle or skydiving licence

I did quite a bit of research into this and it’s looking like it will be tricky one to achieve – either of these two options is going to cost in excess of £2k for the training! – I’ve just spent quite a lot of money on my flat and whilst this is affordable I am looking to move in about 12 months, I’m going to need all the savings I can muster at that point.

I’ve therefore had to ask the adjudicating panel (comprising Nick, Laura, and Kate) for some leniency and they have kindly offered a fall back of “learn a craft” (i.e. pottery or basket making). If its possible to do the original challenge as planned then I will try to do so (as it is a bit more exciting than basket weaving!)

5)      Participate in a team sport

Zero progress on this, though I may be joining a netball team.

6)      Set up and update a blog about the challenges

Despite the odd gap I have managed to keep the blog going so should be able to make it to the end of the year.

7)      Learn a musical instrument

I’ve had a number of offers of assistance on this – from the loan of a guitar to joining a chorus line (joining a choir was allowed under the rules). Am working on a plan with one of the chaps at work but will keep a lid on things till the plan come to fruition and there’s something to report.

8)      Get a poem published in the Evening Chronicle

I’ve had a few goes at writing poems now – but have not managed more than a verse and they are frankly just too awful/embarrassing to post here! Nevertheless I’m confident I can write something that approximates poetry.

The hard part will be getting it published as as far as I can see the Evening Chronicle doesn’t publish poems!!!! I’m going to have to trick the editor somehow!

9)      Join and participate in an amateur dramatics society

Done absolutely nothing on this

10)   Host a tea party where you have baked all the food

Learning how to bake has involved quite a few failure (some of which I am yet to report) but am making steady progress. I can now confidently bake 2 different types of cake, scones, multiple breads (I’ve really bread making – and deeply grateful to whoever suggested this one – sorry I can’t remember as I was little drunk by the time we got to double figures on the challenges). My cookie making however is an area of concern and my flapjacks have been an utter disaster!

Despite the setbacks I think I can do this one quite soon. All that remains is to set the date for this but am confident of completion.

11)   Ride a horse

Hopefully going to be doing this with Beccy sometime over the summer as it’s one of her challenges to. The preferred location is Coniston in the lakedistrict.

12)   Become an ordained minister of a religious group or cult

I have found a suitable religion that is prepared to ordain me. I have also been asked to perform a marriage – though this will take place next year. All that remains is to choose my title (reverend, padre, rabi, llama) – suggestions welcomed in the comments box.

Ok, looking through all that it does appear that 6 months in I can only claim that one challenge is complete but this is a marathon not a sprint and, well, I am a marathon runner! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2TRUUu2uHo&noredirect=1)

Kitchen disasters

A very quick update on challenge 10. I've been trying to expand my range a bit over the last month or so and have been having a go at cookies and flapjacks. These are supposed to be easy and as I've now been loaned a copy of "The Great British Book of Baking" endorsed by Mary Berry and Paul Hollywood of BBC fame I was pretty confident of making some quite nice things.

Unfortunatley even the King and Queen of TV baking can't stop me from making a bit of a hash of things the first time around (to be fair, the cookie recipies I tried weren't theirs, just the flapjack one).

Anyway the results can be seen below...........

Cookie attempt 1: chocolate chip cookies a little dry and doughy but ok (and a loaf of bread

on the right, which worked much better)

 

 

Cookie attempt 2: Crispy chocolate chip cookies - a bit too much sugar and they all merged into one big sheet - still got scoffed by the guys at work though.

 

 

Cookie attempt 3: crispy cookies take 2 - still spread out quite a lot but atleast they didn't all merge, still far too sugary for my liking.

 

 

Flapjack attempt 1: what a bloody mess! probably shouldn't have tried to make two different types in the same tray but was expecting it all to fall apart so easily - will see what's salvagable and take to work tomorrow.

 

Poetry

"The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese"
G K Chesterton

About a week ago I promised a blog post about poetry - I had big plans for reading a book of Poems cover to cover over the course of this week and then writing up the experience at the weekend. Fate has interveened and thanks to catching a bug on Monday I've had rather more time on my hands than I planned but also a lot less inclination to read a book of prose than I had thought I would.

I think it will help if I describe my first introduction to poetry when I was at school. I'm pretty sure we did read the odd poem when i was at primary and middle school but we only really started analysing them when I got to high school. My first impressions were " what a complete pile of crap!" though to be honest thanks to the efforts of the staff at Prudhoe County High I was turned off  all forms of english literature for years. When it came to choosing poems and novels for us to study the faculty had clearly got their heads together and thought "what is the most misserable and depressing collection we can assemble?" They clearly worked hard on this as my main memories of the texts we studied were..........

• Two books about missfit kids growing up in grim industrial towns - in each case novel ended with child having dreams shattered.
• A Seamus Heany poem about a hot summer/frogs and another one about drowning kittens (i'm really not joking here!).
• The Crucible - a play by Arthur Millar, dramatising the Salem Witch trials - where, suprise suprise, there was a miserable plot/ending (Laura has since told me that the play was wrtten as an allagory of McCarthyism - an important detail our english teachers neglegted to mention when we were studying it).

We did at least get to study one Shakespeare play (Romeo and Julliet) which made up for things a little bit but the whole GCSE experience turned me off any form of classic literature for the next decade. I have recovered from this a bit but my knowledge of poetry remains patchy at best.

Anyway, I've now started dipping into two books of poetry.... a Penguin anthology of Victorian Poetry and Rapture by Carol Anne Duffy (the poet laureate) both picked out by Laura at Tynemouth market a few weeks ago. So far so good, I've enjoyed some of the Victorian ones more than others, this makes sense with them being by a range of authors but the Carol Anne Duffy book is very easy to read and have enjoyed nearly all of it, this despite it being a collection of romantic poems - not something i thought i would have liked much.

Writting my own poem is still a long way off, and getting it published will be more difficult than i imagined (the evening chronicle does not have a poetry column!) but I'll report progress on this as it occurs.

 

my current reading list

A truth universally acknowledged.........

I've been working away on a few of the challenges (motorbike licence, new country to visit, poetry) in the last week, all research rather than action so have been drafting a post with my musings on poetry - to appear later i hope. However, this afternoon there was an incident which could/maybe have led to progress against challenge 2.

I'd just been to a bit of shopping and on my way home decided to drop into Blockbusters just to browse for 10 minutes. I bimbled round the place for a little while and was just looking at the TV box sets when one of the staff working there, probably wondering at my aimless perusal, came over to ask if I was looking for anything particular " i was just looking to see if you had the ITV adaptation of Pride and Prejudice" I replied. This was actually true - i recently completed reading the book (it only took me four years - long story), and had been chatting to Laura about adaptations on the big and small screen to be informed that the recent hollywood version is rubbish (i actualy quite enjoyed it) and that i should really try watching the TV one  (the one where darcy goes for a dip). "that was made in 1995" she replied, " it's fantastic but it is a little old and we're only a small shop so we don't stock it, i could order it if you like?". She was very excited to tell me about it - it's one of her favourite dvds and she's watched it loads of times, so we ended up chatting for quite a while about all things P&P - i also found out her name was Emma, she had an encyclopedic knowledge of actors, Jennifer Ehle is brilliant as Elizabeth Bennet, and she is sick of people asking her if Emma was her favourite Jane Austin novel (i hadn't asked this). As we were chatting i had a quick thought about challenge 2, the video store could be considered a strange place i suppose? and if this all goes wrong I can alway just join the 21st centuary and sign up to Netflicks!?

apparently you have to include a picture of Colin Firth in a wet shirt in any piece

about P&P, it's the law

So all was going swimmingly until the subject of Mr Darcy came up. Great, i thought, thanks to Laura's insistance on my finishing the book I can actual give and informed opinion on this! (big mistake). "Well, i think Mathew Macfadyen was excellent as Darcy in the movie - he did the shyness / arrogance thing really well!" From all smiles her expression suddenly hardened - "No - Colin Firth was the best Darcy and no-one else has ever come close!" . That seemed to finish the conversation - so i completed the order for mr firth's opus and left. Oh well, back to the drawing board on this one...............

much cooler- surely!?





p.s. please note - at no point in the conversation did i offer any sort of opinion about Keira Knightley! I have long ago learned that's always a bad move in situations like this!

Hardmoors 55

This blog is supposed to be about my attempts to complete the challenges listed in the first post over the course of 2013. I’m cheating a bit with this one as it’s all about the doing Hardmoors 55 run which was definitely not on the original list (and as am sure Laura, Nick, Kate, Al and Anne would point out – these challenges were not supposed to be running/outdoory type things). However, it did turn out to be very much out of the comfort zone and there’s been another large gap since the last post so hopefully I’m allowed a little leeway here………….

The Hardmoors 55 is an ultra-marathon starting at Guisborough following the Cleveland Way through to Helmsley. I’ve done a few marathons and a couple of ultras in the past and had been looking for an event to do early in the year after a bit of a break from running distance running since last November. A friend, (Flip Owen of Fetch and Elvet Striders) has always spoken highly of the Hardmoors series and it’s just down the road and so I thought I’d give it a go this year. If you want to check it out have a look at the website (http://www.hardmoors110.org.uk/cms/?q=node/48)

There’s 2700m of accent/decent on the course, 300 less than the L50 (the ultra I’ve done previously) and it’s generally regarded to be more “runable” – so I thought it would be a good challenge but not too extreme. How wrong I was!

I didn’t make things easy for myself by not really doing sufficient training in the build-up, the weather has been rubbish and my knee has been playing up so I only did 4 runs of 15 miles or more since Christmas, I then compounded this not getting my kit sorted out until the night before the race and then remembering that I’d broken my water carrier in Morroco and had never got round to replacing it – thankfully Penny was on hand to lend me hers. [for non-runners – this paragraph is what is termed as “feeble runners excuses” – it is traditional for me to get these in as early as possible before describing any race in detail]

The next challenge was getting to the start. The organisers put on a coach to get you from the finish, where you can park your car, to the start at Guisborough. This means that when you finish, assuming you are still capable of using your legs you can drive home with the minimum of fuss. The coach leaves at 6am so it was up 3:30 am for a 4am start. Thanks to the snow I got the car stuck on Sutton bank 3 times and it was only thanks to a fellow runner giving me a push that I made it on time. There was time for a bit of a snooze on the coach before we got to the start for registration and a kit check (a rucksack with full windproof/waterproofs, extra layers, map, hat/gloves, electrolyte drinks, gels, survival bag is mandatory for all competitors).

I couldn’t find an easy to copy map of the route, so this one is of the HM110, but we followed the route from the 5 marker (Guisborough) down to the blue flag (Helmsley) in the south west corner – you can find a better map on the weblink above.

135 runners/lunatics had made it through the snow for the start and in the race briefing we were warned of the risks of hypothermia by the race marshals. I should note at this point that it was fantastic that the organisers had decided to keep the race on, the weather reports were pretty bad and in a safety obsessed culture it was wonderful that these guys were essentially saying it’s going to be very cold and windy but you’re all grown-ups, and if you want to race it’s up to you, rather than taking the easy option and just cancelling.

The conditions at the start were cold, but with tracksters, a good base layer and windproof top quite manageable. The race started bang on time and we steadily worked our way up the first ridge and along to Roseberry Topping, it was a little windy but not too bad. I bumped into Flip Owen (a friend from Elvet Striders and the source of the photos below) and we had a quick chat about the conditions but we were both too cold to stick around for two long. It needs noting here that while ultras are running races, unless you are supremely fit then running the full distance is nigh on impossible. Most of us walk up the steeper hills and then run on the flat bits and the downhill sections (or just stop and pose for photos as below).

Coming back up the hill from Roseberry Topping (photo courtesy of Flip)

From there on to Kildale going stayed good with nice tracks and thanks to the cold weather all the mud was frozen. I was having great fun, I’ve always preferred running in the cold to the heat of summer, the countryside looked great and there were lots of nice fellow runners to natter to along the way. Just as was thinking about how great everything was it all got quite nasty, the climb up to the moor from Kildale is just about runable but once on the top there was a 25 mph headwind and as the path got higher there was more and more snow until it became ankle deep after about 2 miles.

Track along to Blowarth Crossing (before it got really bad)

This is what it should look like!

The remaining 4 miles to Blowarth crossing and the next CP were the nastiest I’ve ever run, the wind chill (-12) left me unable to feel my hands and snow drifts (up to waist high in places) made the track unrunable. There was nowhere to get out of the wind and put extra layers on so the only option was to keep ploughing forwards to try and keep warm – an attempt to have a drink at this point revealed energy drink I was carrying had frozen. It was around about this point that the demons started to visit – it’s pretty common thing for runners, you’re running along and starting to get tired and suddenly you start to question whether you can finish the race, blame yourself for not having trained enough, beat yourself up for not having the willpower to go quicker, question your own sanity for putting yourself through this yet again – a mate at Claremont Road Runners summed it up perfectly once at a cross country race “I was running along nicely till the second lap and then suddenly I just hated the world!” . The best cure for this is running with others who take you mind off it but on Blowarth there was no one within 100meters of me for most of the time and even if there had of been we couldn’t have heard each other over the wind. I also remembered at this point telling Nick and Kate not to mind the bad weather too much when we did the Lakeland 50 last year and that “bad situations make good anecdotes”, Nick pointed out that this statement would come back to haunt me and it most definitely was doing.

There was a self-checkpoint on top of the moor and thanks to my numb hands it took several attempts to punch my course card but then thankfully the track turned sharply and started to drop back out of the wind a little. The section over the next few crags was not as quite as exposed with the wind going across us rather than being a headwind and there were people to run with and natter to, my mood lifted and I started to feel good again. There was a lot of snow and ice on the downhill stretches so we were all being extra careful but there were more nice encouraging marshals at the checkpoints and even some hardy spectators/supporters along the way.

Another brave marshal (with a tent full of sandwiches and flapjack)

At 32 miles the course goes into Osmotherly and there was a checkpoint in the village hall, a welcome chance to warm up, grab some food and a mug of tea provided by the excellent marshals. Anna from Elvet striders was there and it was nice to see a familiar friendly face. It had taken around 6 hours to reach this far and I was a bit surprised at the time, I had expected to be going much slower but getting out of the cold was quite a motivator.

The second half of the run has a lot less hills than the first so there was a chance to speed up a bit, though there were again sections with large snow drifts and high winds. By this point a few of us teamed up to help get each other to the finish and make sure we didn’t get lost along the way. This really helped me out as with about 5 miles to go I started to feel a bit rough so decided to walk for a bit, when I got running again gravity had been tilted by 45 degrees, I lurched sideways across the track, overcorrected and then lurched the other way into a steep verge. The chap I had been running with (Doug) was suddenly quite concerned and saying something about gels, it didn’t really make much sense to me and I remember waving some shortbread at him before he told me quite sternly that I needed to take a gel right now! This cut through the fog and I found a gel in my pocket to consume. It tasted fabulous (this is a very worrying sign, energy gels taste repulsive!) and the fog cleared completely. My blood sugar levels had dropped badly and had Doug not been about to help me things could have gone bad quite fast. I took another couple of gels just to make sure I’d be ok and we started jogging again.

One of the excellent marshals near the top of Roseberry Topping

The last 5 miles were run in the dark but the route was well marked so we didn’t get lost. Annoyingly I somehow started to think about an Abba song and for the last 3 miles had to suffer Benny, Bjorn, Annafrid and Agnetha belting out Take a Chance on Me in my head for 30 mins, my head was definitely starting to go a bit. Finally at 8pm we jogged into Helmsley and staggered into the cricket ground (the finishing line) in a fraction over 11 hours (mercifully Abba shut up at this point). Of the 135 runners who started all but 10 finished, the winner completed the course in 8 and a half hours, incredibly not too far off the course record and he’d had to batter his way through the snow drifts first, making life easier for all of us that followed.

Its fair to say I was a total wreck at the end, I was absolutely delighted/gobsmacked by my time, I had thought that on a good day I might just have been able to squeeze under 12 hours but to get close to 11 was fantastic and it was really all down to the guys I ran with keeping me going. It took about an hour to warm up and recover my faculties – I think I may have been gibbering quite a lot - and I could drag myself to the car for the short drive to York where my mate Scott fed me, gave me some beer, listened to be gibbering on for a bit and put me up for the night.

Anyway, not on the list but definitely out of the comfort zone. I plan to get back on with the regular challenges and post some more updates soon. Particularly efforts to understand poetry a bit better…………

Normal place, strange girl?

Just a quick post this time with an update about challenge no2 (I had considered adding a post about my latest baking exploits but have put quite a bit on here about bread and cakes – and I think we all need a break from that – lest they become even less popular than the references to Hercules).

This weekend 3 of the 6 people who helped set the original challenges were up in Newcastle for a couple of days (Laura, Nick and Kate). Thanks to the chaotic way we always seem to do these things everyone arrived at different times. Nick was the first to turn up having spent the day on the bus coming up from London and we had a while to wait before Kate arrived on the train – the pub and a curry house seemed a sensible place to while away the 5 intervening hours J

We had a nice couple of beers in the Bacchus, then proceeded to Akbars for a slightly disappointing curry (Rabbit Tandoori definitely didn’t work). Eventually we made our way down to the Town Wall for a last couple of drinks before Kate’s train arrived. After dodging the drunk couple at the bar who were trying in vain to hold one another up we managed to find a seat on a long table with a bunch of girls having a leaving do. There were some mild protests about it being their reserved table but eventually Gemma, the girl who’s leaving do it was, kindly said it was ok for us to perch ourselves at the end. They then proceeded to leave us be and get on with their drinking. This situation would have remained had Nick not decided to bomb their group photo by doing his best Fonzy impression at the back of the shot.

Not Nick – but we never got a copy of the actual photo bomb

They didn’t notice for a while but eventually when they checked back through they saw him – they were impressed by his pose and we had a bit of chat then one of the party. Came and sat next to me and started talking…………. and talking……… and talking. I struggle to remember any of what she was saying but we could barely get a word in edgeways (I think she may have been a bit dismissive about me and Nick being scientists at one point – she was a legal secretary)– what I do remember is over the course of this decidedly one way conversation her hand moved onto my knee then worked its way up my leg over the course of about 20 minutes. Technically there was clear potential to pull – however the pub could not really be considered a strange place, though the girl herself through did prove herself to be quite strange with some of the stuff she was saying including randomly starting an argument with someone at another table for no other discernible reason than he was from Cumbria. By this time Kate’s train was in so we decided it was time to leave.

So challenge two not completed – but writing it down has helped me continue with challenge 6. When recounting this story to a friend (who has asked to remain anonymous) I was asked why we decided to leave when there was such a clear possibility? Because she was crackers - I replied. His response, REDACTED.

Losing my religion

“I commend my soul to any god that can find it.”
― Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

I’ve done challenge number one and making fairly steady progress on challenges 2 and 10. I ought to look at some of the others and start making plans. Today is st valentines day so the logical one to look at would be challenge 2 – but for the very same reason today is far too depressing a day to start planning for that one, though recommendations for strange places to complete that challenge are welcome.

Then again, it is a saints day so I could be argued that I should have a look at challenge 12 (become an ordained minister of a religion or cult). This will be tricky being an atheist, also the wording of the challenge implies that I should become an ordained minister of an existing religion – I’m not allowed to start a new one (this is a shame as if I could start one of my own then “thou shalt not get over excited about cupcakes” would be near the top of the commandment list). The Catholics do seem to have a vacancy coming up, and it would be nice to go straight in at the top…………

 

Do you think they might want to employ a supply pope? (p.s. i know its Robbie Coltrane really)

But apart from being utterly impossible it would also be horribly offensive to about 2 billion worshipers worldwide. I guess I have to start small, so some research into the world’s smaller, more obscure religions would seem to be called for. A quick bit of googling turned up some very bizarre religions including a group in the Czech Republic that believe in godly extra terrestrials communicating with us via a man called Brenda, the Nuwaubianists, who amongst other things believe………

·         People were once perfectly symmetrical and ambidextrous, but then a meteorite struck Earth and tilted its axis causing handedness and shifting the heart off-center in the chest

·         Each of us has seven clones living in different parts of the world

·         Women existed for many generations before they invented men through genetic manipulation

·         Homo sapiens is the result of cloning experiments that were done on Mars using Homo erectus

·         Nikola Tesla came from the planet Venus

But my personal favourite is the Prince Philip Movement. The Prince Philip Movement is a cargo cult of the Yaohnanen tribe on the southern island of Tanna in Vanuatu. The Yaohnanen believe that Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, the consort to Queen Elizabeth II, is a divine being, the pale-skinned son of a mountain spirit and brother of John Frum. According to ancient tales the son travelled over the seas to a distant land, married a powerful lady and would in time return. The villagers had observed the respect accorded to Queen Elizabeth II by colonial officials and came to the conclusion that her husband, Prince Philip, must be the son from their legends. When the cult formed is unclear, but it is likely that it was sometime in the 1950s or 1960s. Their beliefs were strengthened by the royal couple’s official visit to Vanuatu in 1974 when a few villagers had the opportunity to observe the prince from afar. Prince Philip is aware of the religion and has exchanged gifts with its leaders and even visited them (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_Philip_Movement).

Members of the Prince Philip Movement with photos of one of his visits (Wikipedia, 2013)

Interesting though all of these sound, none are particularly tempting to join. So instead I’m having a little go a religious observance by giving up something for lent, in my case chocolate – this has already backfired on me today when having discovered we were out of milk in the coffee room at work – I decided to have a hot chocolate and then realized I couldn’t – bugger! Thanks goodness I didn’t decide to give up beer!