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Alton Sports Ambassador – Serpent Trail 50k by Al Pickburn

Things have been ticking along running wise for the last month or so. My plans for this summer were to generally chill out, do more trail running and do the odd ultra distance race… Looking forward to the autumn I’ve got my eye on a 2nd marathon, which will probably be Bournemouth in early October. It was going to be the York marathon, but a overseas work trip rendered that option unviable. Bournemouth should have the advantage of being a qualifying event for the 2019 England Age Group (Masters) Marathon Championships, this is still TBC but has been the case last year and this year. It’s also very close to home, so easy for race-day!

But back to this summer, which has been quite warm…. Post London marathon I had my eye on doing some longer off-road racing to get a good change of training emphasis after months of tarmac bashing in the spring. I’ve run the 50km race of the Salisbury 5-4-3-2-1 event a couple of times in the past and that was definitely on the cards in mid-August. Then via Alton Sports I’d found out about the Serpent Trail Races organised by Freedom Racing. The races are based on the Serpent Trail, a long distance footpath on the South Downs in West Sussex which ‘snakes’ it’s way from Haslemere to Petersfield via Petworth and Midhurst. Freedom Racing organise a 100k race which does the full length of the footpath, a 50k starting halfway in Petworth, a half marathon starting near Midhurst and then a 10k on the final stretch into Petersfield. I considered the 100k option but decided instead to go for the 50k to see what level of fitness/endurance I would have ahead of doing the Salisbury 50k five weeks later.

The Serpent Trail 50k is billed as relatively fast and not too hilly, with the only major ascent with the first couple of miles. After that the course does undulate but nothing particularly taxing.

In the couple of weeks leading up to the race it became increasingly obvious that race day (Saturday 7th July) was going to be fairly warm with the forecast hovering around 25-27 Deg C. My kit choice focused on keeping cool, hydration and foot comfort. I have a Salomon Advanced Skin 3 (12 litre) Ultra Vest which can carry 2x500ml soft flasks on the front and take a hydration bladder on the back. This also enabled me to carry the mandatory kit consisting of;

  • Charged mobile phone
  • Simple 1st aid kit
  • Waterproof jacket (Inov8 Stormshell)
  • Foil blanket
  • Basic nutrition (couple of gels)
  • 1 litre of water (I actually started with 2.5L)

Given the weather forecast the jacket and space blanket did seem a bit excessive, but with a final cut-off set at midnight (from a 10am start) some people could be out on the course well into the night so some protection in case of emergency could be a life saver. I’d practiced running in hot conditions without any top on under the Salomon technical vest in my long run-commutes (see below) so i knew this would likely be ok for the race. Although I did coat my shoulders in plenty of Sport Shield silicon anti-chafe. Mizuno race shorts were picked for comfort and lightweight. As the ground conditions were hard and dry I went with my Adidas Boston Boost road shoes. There were a few stretches of tarmac in the 2nd half of the race, so I figured it was going to be better to be comfortable for those bits and put up with the odd slip or loss of traction on the looser sections of  trails. My kit was rounded off with a white cap (sun reflection!) shades, sunscreen and a packet of Saltstick Fastchew electroloyte tablets. The tablets turned out to be very useful!

Since the Endure24 weekend in June I’ve been running pretty much normally averaging between 60 to 80 miles a week mostly easy runs, with a few short races including; a couple of RR10 cross countries, the Sway 5 mile race and the odd parkrun. On a side note it was the 1st time I’d run the Sway race since I ran it as my first ever race 8 years ago in 2010, back then I was 104th in 41:46. Fast forward to 2018 and I did a little better coming 2nd in just under 30 minutes! I had hoped to in with a shout of the win, but the combination of an over enthusiastic run on the Friday before and an in-form friend Adam meant it didn’t happen! Aside from the racing the only other ‘interesting’ runs I did were a series of morning run-commutes in across the New Forest from home near Lymington to my work in Eastleigh. To start off I got as far as Ashhurst railway station (about 14 miles), but the next week managed to push myself the full distance (just over a marathon) after getting to Totton station to find that there was a 30 minute wait for the next train so decided to crack on with the final 7-8 miles across Southampton. The next week I did the full distance again on foot, but this time via the Hythe Ferry and up the River Itchen. Normally cross-Forest running requires a detailed knowledge of which bits are dry and where the bogs are, which usually limits route choices going towards Hythe/Marchwood. However the total lack of rain in the past weeks means the Forest is bone dry and you can run almost anywhere you want in the open areas!

Anyway, back to the Serpent Trail…. The race was held on Saturday 7th July with registration at Petersfield Rugby Club (the finish) and then the competitors get bussed to the start just outside Petworth. When I arrived Scott from Alton Sports was busy unloading his van, I gave him a hand while we chatted about the race and stuff. Then it was time to register and get my gear on. The start was at 10am and the day was already heating up before we boarded the buses for the 45min drive to the start.

The start was a small strip of grass along the road where the coaches parked up. We weren’t there for long, a quick race briefing from Tom the Race Director and we were off down the road for about 100 yards and the right straight up the biggest hill of the whole race! With no idea about the rest of the field I just struck out at a comfortable pace and waited to see who did what. After about half a mile of running on my own at the front another runner came up alongside me. This was Floyd Ratciffe who had come up from Cornwall to do the race (the race organisers are from down that way). We chatted for a mile or two before I started to pull in front and settled into watching out for trail markers, which was a circular disc with a purple arrow containing a snake pointing in the direction of the trail. In addition there were extra course markers placed for the race.

I had the course loaded into the Suunto Spartan watch which I’d borrowed from Scott to try out (ahead of getting a new Sunnto ‘9’ watch, more on that in a future post….). This helped a lot with way-finding as the course had a lot of twists and turns which meant I needed to be vigilant with where I was going. At just after 4 miles I missed the turning down a footpath off the road I was running down a check of the watch route line showed I was diverging from the course. I back-tracked a couple of hundred yards and found the trail marker, 2nd place had caught up with me in the meantime and he ran along behind me for another mile or two as we passed through the village of Fittleworth. I had spent a bit of time studying the course on the Ordanance Survey maps website, so had a good idea about a few of the key turns. this defintely helped at times in the race, but it was impossible to memorise the whole route so I was heavily reliant on the watch GPS route. Thankfully I had no other major navigation issues. The race had 5 checkpoints at 13, 23, 31, 39 and 46km. I only stopped at the first two to ‘dib’ my race chip, as I was carrying enough water not need to take on more. Although in hindsight I wished I’d stopped to use some to cool down…

The temperature in the first hour or so of the race felt quite manageable, helped by decent sections of the course being in the shade of trees. However where we came out into the open in was clear the sun was going to be very hot. The temperature was easier over 30DegC and there were a few parts which ran across open sandy heathland where it felt really baking, which combined with the tendency for these parts to be sandy as well made for hard going, By the time I got to checkpoint three at 31k I’d finished the water in my soft flasks, although I still had a reasonable amount in my back bladder, and had had several periods where I’d seriously wondered if I was going to make it to the finish. I stopped at the checkpoint (SW of Midhurst) which was the first CP on the half marathon route as well. I doused myself with water (including dunking my cap), refilled the flasks and had some Coke. Setting off again I felt a bit revived and now had some company while running as I caught up with the back of the Half Marathon field. The other thing that really seemed to be helping was eating Saltstick Fastchews, which are a chewable tablet that is formulated to closely resemble the electrolyte profile lost in sweat with; sodium, potassium, calcium and magnesium. The recommended intake is 1-2 per hour for running, so I figured a pack of 10 would be fine for the 50k. These tablets turned out to be a bit of a revolation… I starting taking them early on the race and in the mid to latter stages I reckoned I could really feel the difference in my legs after taking one! Although they are quite salty to taste they have a pleasant lemon-lime flavouring which covers the saltiness pretty well.

The last 10 miles from CP 3 to the finish was very hard work, to the point which I had to slow to a fast(ish) walk in places. I think this was due to the combination of the external temperature and the heat generated by me internally gradually causing my muscles to seize up. I didn’t cramp up thankfully, but the resistance in my legs got worse and worse. I continued to reel in the half race runners, although as I worked my way up through the field increasingly I was exchanging run/walk sections with them.

The final CP (no.5) was around 5k from the finish and there was no sign of any other 50k runners behind me. I took a decent stop for a final cool down and drink. I didn’t have anything to eat at the CPs, having brought a couple of my own gels to carry, but there was a nice range of fruit and other snacks available at each one. The last stretch involved a couple of sections running along through the middle of cornfields before hitting the last section of road into the outskirts of Petersfield. the course finished running along a nice wooded path (which seem to go on forever!) and up onto the pitch of the Rugby club. I was loudly welcomed into the finish by my family, crossing the line in 1st (and a new course record) in a little over 4hrs 10mins.

Overall it was a great race, the course is generally very interesting, with not too much road running involved and some lovely woodland singletrack trail sections. The organisation by Freedom Racing was great and very smooth. It definitely ranks as one of the hardest races I’ve ever done but that was purely down to the weather conditions on the day. I highly recommend giving it (or the 100k, half marathon or 10k!) a go. More details can be found here.

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Alton Sports Ambassador – Chris Norkett’s London Marathon Race Report

The London Marathon is over for another year and I was a part of it!!

Let’s talk about a few of my training runs for a minute. Eight weeks out I did 18 miles with a wind chill temperature of minus eight Centigrade and it snowed half way through. Seven weeks out I did a recovery run on snow covered roads. Six weeks out and I did an eight mile run in thawing snow and ice. Five weeks out and the Fleet Half Marathon was rightly cancelled due to laying snow. Four weeks out saw me do my last twenty mile run of this training cycle in sub-zero temperatures. I definitely hadn’t trained for unbroken sunshine and temperatures which were topping out in excess of 25 Centigrade.

Blood Pressure tablets and porridge – the breakfast of champions!

 

London Bridge Station

 

The queue for bag drop lorries

On the day conditions were utterly brutal. I set off at my expected pace and was quite comfortable. At mile 6 I became aware that I was developing a headache which I’ve learned is a sure sign of dehydration. I pressed on and then became aware that my vision was going wobbly. I drank everything I had with me and drank liberally at the next water station. After that it really became a war of attrition to drink as much as possible without getting bloated. The water stations at miles 9 and 10 had run dry by the time I reached them and this was a major cause of concern because I was beginning to really struggle. My legs felt like lead. Not the way they feel when you “bonk”, but tired and unwilling. I had to start walking and soon concluded that I’d have to run in the shade, walk in the sun and just do my best to keep moving. I was drinking Lucozade Sport like it was going out of fashion because I’d run out of my electrolyte tablets by mile 12. On reflection I was quite focused and although I didn’t feel on top form, I was definitely in much better shape than many of the people I was with. I spent a lot of time encouraging people to keep drinking and to keep moving. Progress is progress. I must have got on their wicks something chronic!! If you were with the £&**#@ in the Pancreatic Cancer Action shirt, then I apologise.

The view from the back of Red Start, Zone 8

When you cross Tower Bridge and head East to the Isle of Dogs you run parallel with the runners who are leaving the Isle of Dogs at around mile 21 (ish). These runners were seven miles ahead of me and probably had at least two hours on me as well. But many of them were walking and some of them had a real “thousand yard stare” going on. To see proper athletes struggling like that was yet another wake up call and I’m very pleased that I heeded it. I kept drinking at every opportunity and even then the dehydration headache was never very far away. You get a bit caught up in your own thoughts and it’s very easy to allow your concerns and worries to spiral out of proportion when you’re seeing so many other runners getting in to trouble. I kept on having a word with myself, running an inventory of how I was feeling (calves OK, Quads getting sore, arms OK, shoulders sore but OK, head not feeling sunburnt etc etc) and doing my best to stay positive.

The start

At about mile 20 or 21 the sun went in and although the temperature didn’t drop, not having the constant glare of buildings reflecting the sun made conditions much more bearable. I had a very stern word (it really was very harsh) with myself and resolved to stop this jogging/walking nonsense and start running properly. I’ve done a lot of work this year on good running form. Running with my hamstrings not my calves, shoulders back, head up, hips forward, back straight, moving my arms straight and not across my body. I concentrated on these things and although it was slow, it was running. I blocked out the crowds and the other runners and just concentrated on one step at a time. I couldn’t maintain it endlessly and I did walk again, but I felt like a runner, and even though I was trying to block the crowd, I was aware that seeing me grind it out was making them really cheer me on.

And eventually, of course, the mile markers start to rack up. 22, 23, 24, 25 and all of a sudden The Houses of Parliament hove in to view and you’re on Birdcage Walk and turning on to The Mall. The crowds have really swollen again by this point and the noise is quite distracting. I headed to the right and although I wouldn’t describe my finish as a sprint, I did overtake a lot of people. It’s good to feel strong at that point in a marathon. It’s a proud feeling as much as anything. And then I crossed the line.

Turning into the Mall

And that was my London Marathon. Brutal wasn’t it? But that’s only a part of the story. That’s the part which runners want to know about. The nitty gritty. The unpleasant reality. But what about the good bits? Were there any good bits? Of course there were. This is me writing this blog, not Captain Misery of HMS Dismal!! Read on.

The Expo is at The Excel Centre and is an experience in itself. You have to visit it to collect your number and drop bag. Needless to say there are numerous running companies represented there (Alton Sports at the forefront of course) and it really is interesting to wander around and see all of the latest kit that you’ve read about in Runners World. The Trail Running Association were there and I joined up. I am a proper gnarly hardcore ultra runner after all!! The drop bag you collect is the only bag which you can leave with the baggage drop on race day. It was plenty large enough for a hoodie, a pair of joggers, a gilet, a lunch box and a small cool bag. I’d have easily got a pair of trainers in it as well if I’d needed to and other stuff besides.

The travelling on Race Day is an experience. Coach Sandra took me to Guildford and I went to Waterloo from there. Then the Jubilee Line to London Bridge and then South East Rail to Greenwich for the Red Start. From Waterloo to Greenwich and back to Waterloo after the race was all free if you showed your number or finishers medal. It was hideously busy, but as you all have one very big thing in common, conversations started up very easily. The walk from Greenwich to the starting area was enjoyable in the early morning sunshine. I was able to nip into a hotel en route for a wee and once in the starting area I sorted all of my gear out, took my drop bag in, had another wee and then just sat in the shade until I went and joined my starting zone. I was pretty much at the back of the back. I was with a lot of fancy dress people and other exceedingly nervous runners who were happy to pass the time of day with anybody as a distraction from the matter in hand. And inevitably, in the end, you’re off. It was a very quiet start as there really were a lot of nerves about. I felt calm and happy and well up for the challenge. The crowds are awesome right from the beginning. Lots of noise and encouragement.

Before the start I took 10 minutes to re-read all of the words of encouragement and memories of Tim (my late brother) on my Just Giving page. It summed up my motivation in a nutshell and it was thinking about that which spurred me on towards the end.

I had a right laugh with a lot of people during the race. At different times I found myself keeping pace with Batman and Robin, two Pink Lady apples, The Wolverhampton Bobsleigh team, a dinosaur, a Dalek and two rhinos. The rhinos were top entertainment. The spectators were always delighted to see them and other runners cheered for them as they passed by. I stayed with them for most of the Isle of Dogs and they cracked me up. The language they used was very graphic and they made me feel totally at home with their relentless moaning. I felt at one with the rhinos!! In fact I think some people may have mistaken me for the third rhino.

I bumped into two people who were running for Treloars School at Holybourne. We overtook each other quite a few times and always slowed down for a chat. If anybody local knows them please say hello from Pancreatic Cancer Action man.

I wish I’d taken a couple of quid with me because there were numerous ice cream vans on the course and nothing would’ve given me greater pleasure than to run along with a 99 and a flake.

Little Niecie Alice and two of my brother’s greatest friends (Graham and Karen) came and cheered me on and I first encountered them at mile 12. I was running along and I went by this incredibly tall woman and I thought to myself “she’s tall, that could be Alice”. I slowed down and turned around and still wasn’t sure, but then I saw Karen so I went back. We had a good laugh but it shows how easy it is to miss people. I went past them at a range of 18 inches!! I saw them again at mile 18 and I have to say that when I left them that time I really felt quite emotional. Left to my own devices I’m OK, but when I’m suffering a bit and see somebody I know it has a tendency to set me off. And at that point I really was suffering!! It was good though, it really lifts you. On Tower Bridge the Pancreatic Cancer Action crew had set up camp and it was great to bump in to them and have glamorous young women fawning over you. I can personally recommend it as a boost to the ego.

When I crossed the finish line and had collected my medal and T-Shirt, I blundered around to get my bag and was pounced upon by Jenny from Alton Runners. She was there as part of the Alton Runners bag drop crew and she gave me a massive hug at a moment when a friendly and familiar face and a big hug were precisely what I needed. It was nice then to have a good old moan with the rest of the Alton Runners crew and shake a few hands and spend time with people who know what you’ve just experienced. Then I wandered off up The Mall and had the good fortune to find a chair belonging to the bag drop management team. They brought me a table over and I was able to rest my weary bones for a while. It’s very unusual for me to want to sit down after a run, I prefer to stand up and stretch and walk around and keep moving whilst my body gets back to normal, but after London I really needed a sit down. I was soon joined by another lady runner and we were able to indulge ourselves in a good old gossip, tell a few war stories and boast about our forthcoming races. Then Alice, Karen and Graham rocked up and we started the journey home. I was very grateful to them because they carried my bag and all I had to do was follow them blindly. My brain doesn’t always engage very well after long runs and I sometimes get a bit uncoordinated, so not having to worry about signs and times and platforms made life much easier.

And that’s about it. It was a fantastic experience which I hope to repeat in the next couple of years. It would even make taking a charity place a worthwhile proposition, but it’s also made me realise how wonderful racing off road is. If you want to have a marathon experience then run London, but if you want to run a chilled out relaxed marathon then head to the New Forest!!

My next marathon is The Hampshire Hoppit in June and then it’s my first Ultra of the year, The Serpent 50K in July. Many thanks for reading, I’m sure I’ll blog again soon. See you on the trails, best wishes, Chris.