What’s the damage, gov?

I have needed these three days off work, that I quite consciously booked as leave, knowing that recovery from these long distance events is not instant. The recovery is two-fold, one of sleep and one of everything thighs and below. Unfortunately, they play themselves off against each other. 

My feet did suffer considerable temporary damage with a number of nasty blisters near and between the toes, at the toe end of the sole, and a couple of small ones near the heels. These just take time and it doesn’t help much to do anything other than to give them that. I had a sound sleep on Sunday night but woke on Monday with some aches in my calves that have not yet left me. The will to sleep during the following days does not help and it is best to keep moving around, rather than just lay on the couch. But it is hard when you are still physically tired.

I ventured out in earnest today and this morning did the weekly shopping, walking without a limp at least, and – following the 24 hour walk over the weekend – a stroll this afternoon that took precisely 24 minutes. That is the extent of my recovery as yet, but I am back at work tomorrow, for a couple of days, before venturing off to Macedonia for a conference. It will be warmer than last year’s event in Helsinki, that is for sure.

I have had plenty of time to reflect on the weekend’s event and, despite so much that is positive about it, still feel that that is my lot for this type of 100 km challenge. I cannot keep punishing myself like that over and over again, but I will keep up the regular walks at weekends and in the meantime think about what I might do instead. I have had plenty of ideas (mostly impractical) of multi-day walks I could do. The walking has without doubt been beneficial and will continue to be. It is amazing how often I can clear my mind of a range of troubling issues in the space of a few miles.

Back to the Thames Path Challenge and fundraising for the Rocky Appeal has passed the £500 mark. Thank you to all who have donated to date, and there is still plenty of time to help build this total towards my target of £1,000. Every pound, every penny, will be very gratefully received. 

https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/keith-spicer3
I might well post during my time away with a picture or two. The temperature forecast is muttering 30+ Celsius, which is far too hot for any serious walks anyway, but don’t let your hearts bleed too much for me. It is a work trip after all.

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Blister Tambourine Man up with the Byrds

 

The morning after the day and night before last. Reflecting on another challenge taken on, and successfully completed. Now looking forward to a couple of days at home recovering.

The weather forecast for Saturday in London had fluctuated from day to day during the week. One moment, the outlook was for a drenching, the next it was for a completely dry weekend. Even the BBC Weather app and the BBC TV weather couldn’t agree – left hand, right hand and all that. Not to worry, whatever will be, will be, we’re going to Putney and Henley. Wemb-er-ley definitely not on the route.

Train up to Putney on Friday and the usual pizza the evening before. One might reasonably argue that pasta would be better but I do get quite nervous and edgy in the day before an event and so I eat what I can. And pizza is not the worst thing one could eat, to be fair. I am staying in Travelodge Fulham, about 1.2 km from the event start and I have registered at Bishop’s Park on the Friday, to save time on the day – I don’t find it easy to get up in the morning and I know that I need an alarm at around 6:45am to shower and do all those things, pack bags, find breakfast and get to the start in plenty of time (they recommend half an hour before) – my start time is 8:40am.

At least I can send one of my bags – containing trainers, dirty clothes, fresh clothes and anything that I don’t need for the event – to the end point at Henley-on-Thames. The walk pretty much follows the Thames with a few jaunts inland at various points, mostly later on. Yes, it is 100 km (62 miles), though the distance ‘as the crow flies’ is much shorter, in fact, less than half that and the shortest road route is about 33 miles. So it doesn’t sound as far as, say, the London to Brighton event. But believe me, it is.

There is always a warm up directed by someone encouraging zumba, running on the spot, dancing and some of the competitors love it, hoot and holler. I don’t take part – blimey – walking is warm up itself. I do have a good stretch though, that can be important. But a couple of minutes late, at 8:42, we’re all off. A number of people take great steps to be near the front of the group funnelling out; to be honest, it’s a long distance and it makes little or no difference whether you get started 20 or 30 seconds earlier. I would say at this point that I did have a primary target just to get round, and a secondary target of completing in under 24 hours. With a very flat course and mostly solid ground, on paper, it seems achievable for me.

If I do have a worry, it is the soles of my feet, and I do expect a fair amount of pain in the later stages. I am pretty fit, fit enough to do warm-up walks of 34 and 27 miles in the last few weeks. Most of the first stage of 28 km passes ok, with me able to set out at a good pace of just over 11 minute kilometres, not far short of my normal pace, but there is always the need not to over-exert in the early stages. Around me, there is a lot of chit-chatter and one woman who talked non-stop from the first mid-point stop (14 km) to the end of Stage 1. She and her two friends were walking at a good pace, but I imagine today her jaw must be almost as tired as her feet. I am walking as an individual, by myself, and I never find that a problem during the day. Most of the hazards at this early sections came from cyclists and runners, and the behaviour of a few of the cyclists left a lot to be desired, feeling that the narrow path is their right of way. At about 25 km I did feel the first pain in the sole of my right foot, and that nagged me until the stop at 28 (Hurst Park).

I had a quick inspection of this at the rest stop, and whatever it is, it is under a plaster anyway so nothing to do here. The left foot had had a niggle too and I now felt this was going to be a long event. But the goal was to get to 50 km in daylight, and then it’s a whole new ball game. The event was very well supported and marshalled, with lots of snacks and drinks at every rest stop and mid-point and many stock up with loads of sweets, flapjacks but most obviously, water and drinks. That is the most crucial thing – to keep hydrated.

I was oblivious to my position in the field throughout but I was aware that I wouldn’t keep up the pace of the first stage for the whole 100 km. However, I was pretty fresh, not hurting anywhere other than my feet and there was a shorter 9 km stage that was relatively straightforward, despite a couple of heavy showers that didn’t raise the spirits of many. I had my waterproof jacket and that served me well both then and later in one 20 minute spell of heavy rain in the next 13 km to take me to halfway, 50 km (Runnymede). I was counting down the kilometres and still moving pretty well, though my feet were causing some pain by this point. A trickle of water seeping into my walking shoes never feels good but, as long as I could keep walking, I would be fine, and I was digging deep to get some of my best head music, including, er, Blister Tambourine Man? I found that I was starting to pass people who had started at 8:00 and earlier, so I knew I was doing fine. I reached the halfway point in the light and in under 11 hours, and felt quite buoyant. But I knew I had the whole night and be up with the Byrds by the time of the finish.

I had an extended stop of almost an hour while hot food was available – quite a selection but I never feel great if I eat too much on a walk. Anyway, some tomato and basil soup with a bread roll, some beef bolognaise pasta, some tortilla chips and a nan bread. So an English-Italian-Mexican-Indian mix. This was obviously topped off with some fluid, and if I look back over the day/night, I reckon I had around 12 cups of tea and half a dozen bananas, along with four packets of salt and vinegar crisps, four chocolate bars, and plenty of orange and pineapple slices. Well, I never said that this was an event to support a great balanced diet. Incidentally, this was the only point on this walk when I checked Facebook and took great encouragement from the friends following me and commenting positively. Thank you for all of that. And, to cap that off, I discovered Pompey had won, Saints had lost, and England had won the cricket. I had been a bit scared to look…..

So, that was half down, half to go. This was a whole new event now and walking in the dark. I put my (compulsory) headlight on, having changed its batteries during preparation. I had barely spoken to anyone on the walk so far, but it is absolutely vital at night, with much greater challenges of navigation, despite the superb signage efforts of race organisers. I walked the next 13 km half-stage with three guys who, to be honest, were fairly quiet but they were a fairly reassuring presence, and absolutely vital when my headlight suddenly went out, and the ‘leader’ helped me for a minute or two to make a rather fiddly battery change. It did lead to a good conversation on motivations – his son had been treated by Sussex Air Ambulance after being hit by a car at 50mph in the middle of nowhere, and his leg (and possibly his life) was saved despite considerable blood loss. So he was raising money for them. I talked about the Rocky Appeal, my cricketing colleagues Paul and Ray, and also my previous walks for SANDS.

It was enough for me to realise, if I didn’t already, that I just had to finish. I had made up my mind that feet would heal in time, and that the only thing that could stop me was if my back really flared up with still some distance left, as on the Wight Challenge two years ago. Even then, I was filled with regret for weeks, perhaps months, after and I really didn’t want that again. These guys were keeping up a very good pace, possibly slightly quicker than I otherwise would have been comfortable with, but the leader, in particular, seemed to have a decent amount of experience in these challenges. And he confirmed that the 2015 Wight Challenge was the hardest of the ‘seven or eight’ he had completed. I let them go for the last couple of kilometres but still could see them about 100 yards in the distance as I reached the 63 km stop.

My feet were really troubling me now but I cracked on with four young ladies, as it were, and we got through a tough 15 km section in just over three hours. It might look like 3 hours 34 minutes on the live tracking, but it includes the 25 minute break at the stop after clocking in. This was a tremendous effort by all of us. All of us were in pain but we figured if we could complete this, we only had two shorter sections of 10 km and 12 km, and it would be almost getting light. It is so much more difficult walking in the dark. Psychologically, you feel disoriented, there are few if any nice great sights that lift your spirits and, after rain during the day, conditions underfoot can be very very tricky. So it was no surprise that I was falling behind any notion of the target of completing the event within 24 hours. Now it was about survival. Ok, that sounds over-dramatic, it was about getting to the end. I was doing some projections in my head and I thought that I would be doing well to get in for 9:30am, or perhaps 10am.

More hot food – effectively breakfast – is available at the 3/4 point (78 km, Cookham). I instead had some cereal with loads of milk that I knew would help me. The next half-stage felt like my slowest with my feet effectively shredded already and some occasional twinges in my ankle. Worryingly, I even felt a twinge in my back but I shut it out and it went away. I was walking with another group of three women who took me under their wing and we dragged each other through it. I led the final 3 or 4 km as I started to get a fifth or sixth wind and I started to feel really positive. Not to far to go, and I was even passing some people, but almost always asking if they were ok, and how they were getting on (as indeed everyone else was asking me). These walks do bring out the best, most caring sides of people, especially in the advanced stages.

I was determined not to stop for too long at the last mid-point, just having a couple of cups of tea, another banana, and a few odd snacks. 12 km. That’s less than 8 miles. I’ve done that loads of times. I can do that walking backwards. How hard can that be? Well, very hard, if you’ve already been going for this long. Every step was a painful one and every undulation a stab into my feet, the right one in particular. The first two or three km was barely a shuffle through quite open grassy ground but, gradually, I picked up and reconciled myself to the achievement of finishing, rather than within a 24 hour period. I can’t say that I felt fresh but I felt positive. This had been the challenge where I had so many reasons, so many excuses for not finishing. I had had the trace of a cold for a week beforehand, not helped by the rain during the day, feet that felt as bad as they ever have, and the odd back twinge. But – as in the past – I thought of the prospect of not finishing. I know that is tougher to deal with that than to go through the pain barrier for a few hours. I thought of all my sponsors but particularly of Paul Tosdevin and I chuckled as I pictured him as Mufasa looking down at me as the young Simba.

It seemed to get easier once I caught up with a group whom I could only see in the far distance a few minutes earlier. Back on the solid tow path, this was like the last lap and everyone congratulating us all as we made our way towards Henley bridge and down to the finish. I met a couple of girls whom I had only ever seen in the night and that was nice. At the finish, we were all applauded in, though not quite the grandstand ovation that many of us had at the end of London2Brighton. A 9:11am finish after 24 hours 31 minutes.

After a very enjoyable cup of tea, more cereal, and some congratulations to and from fellow competitors, I picked up my bag, found my way to a public toilet in the park and changed into some fresh clothes. I didn’t take off my socks at this juncture, though, since I felt that was best left to much later. I caught the train to Southampton Parkway, via Twyford and Reading, and was driven to cricket, where a rather windswept scene was demonstrating why the season finishes at the end of August. It was nice to see some very friendly faces, and one or two whom I hadn’t seen for some time, before shuffling off back home.

This morning, I actually feel pretty good. Yes, the feet will heal. The (eight) blisters are best left unpopped and untreated as long as possible, in my experience. I can walk about, not at top pace, I might add, but I will survive, and as I long as I know how to live, I know I’ll be all right. Yes, I know, a slight lyrical poetic licence used there, but despite the euphoria at finishing this one, I doubt I’ll do another. This had tested my resolve as much as anything ever has, and I have used the term ‘warrior’ to describe friends who have completed some of these challenges and other events. There are people to whom I cannot hold a candle, and I won’t embarrass them by mentioning them here, but they have inspired and driven me to believe. But I still won’t be doing another one………I don’t think so anyway……..

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Thames Path finish

Ace, porky pal

tpchomepage3-939x397So it is Wednesday night before the Saturday morning when I start the Thames Path Trail. Today – and probably later than I should – I checked that I still have all the gear: the rucksack, the waterproof insert bags, the headlight, reflectors and the fluorescent jacket. Check. In fact, my rucksack still had my participant number attached from London2Brighton last year. The first aid kit is ok, but needs a top up of plasters and ibuprofen. I never used even one painkiller on the long walk from Land’s End to John O’Groats in 2014 but the sustained single 100 km stretch is considerably more painful in more body parts than you could shake a stick at.

Today, the organisers of this weekend’s event posted a link for tracking so, if you really wish, you can follow where I am. Not quite live minute-by-minute progress but updates as I reach each of the end of four stages and their mid-points.

https://thamespathchallenge.livetrail.net/

After clicking on the link above, then simply type my number 2380 in the search bar in the top left-hand corner of the screen. If you prefer, or you forget the number, don’t forget my name. You can type SPICER and, sadly, I am the sole competitor of that name, so I am representing the 5,000+ Spicer clan in Britain. I hope they will all, in their own way, be cheering me on. I know some will. My start time is 8:40am on Saturday morning and don’t expect me to finish until at least something around the same time on Sunday morning.

Continued thanks, many many thanks indeed, for the donations and pledges of sponsorship. An amusing moment came with one anonymous donation whose message included, “Ace, porky pal!”. For a minute or two, though extremely grateful for the donation, I did wonder if the small amount of weight gain was more noticeable than I had thought. Then the penny dropped. Yes, anagram of ‘Rocky Appeal’. Haha, good one, and thank you for your generosity too. Having been through that brief existential crisis, I am happy for whatever other insults any sponsor wants to throw at me!

A reminder of the link: https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/Keith-Spicer3

I am at work tomorrow (Thursday), travelling up and registering on the Friday before the event. Of course, the weather forecasts have been scrutinised regularly over the week and one thing that looks certain is that it’s going to rain a lot in London on Friday. Saturday is less clear-cut and different forecasts say different things. Interestingly, the BBC weather website shows completely different outlook to those BBC weather forecasts after the news programmes. So, anything could happen; I am expecting more dry than wet, but a likely shower or two at some time.

I will be taking at least Monday to Wednesday off work next week to recover. After travelling home on the Sunday, judging by last year, I might be struggling to get around much until late Monday, and my sleep will be a bit all over the place for a couple of days. But I will be feeling pretty good about myself if I can complete this event. Keep your fingers crossed.

 

I am an IBM

So it’s getting a bit more real now, that is, the Thames Path Challenge, Putney Bridge to Henley, 100 km, 62 miles, around 125,000 steps, a long way whichever way you look at it. Quite a few things to do in this last week, and I have received some of the event details for Saturday. Start time 8:40, bib number 2380. I’m sure that makes me an IBM. Yes, an IBM 2380 is apparently a dot matrix printer, so that sort of sums me up. Very much in the past, not up with technology, and thinking in black and white rather than colour. I suppose I will have to have a ribbon in my hair as well, if there was indeed enough hair to which to attach.

I booked accommodation some time back, and on Friday night I will be back in my favourite haunt – yes – the Travelodge in Putney. Breakfast boxes at the ready, so I will need to hunt down some more substantial food early in the morning. I will be staying around 1.2 miles from the start so it is a fairly easy stroll down there and I will change into my walking shoes when I arrive. I am a bit concerned about my feet but as long as I patch up a couple of areas vulnerable to blistering at long distance and that I don’t tie my footwear too tight (which I think I did on Thursday), it might be ok. I do expect pain in the latter stages, but the longer I can fight that off, the better. Ensuring that my first aid kit is suitably replenished with plasters and ibuprofen, in particular, is really important. I must also dig out my headlight, which is mandatory for the night stages, and insert a fresh battery. Change of some clothing is useful when you start to get really tired and sweaty – and does freshen the mind as well as anything else.

A very detailed description of the event, route and requirements are on the main website: http://www.thamespathchallenge.com/the-main-challenge and I had a good read this afternoon, which reminded me of what lies before me. As I said, I expect to hurt in the second half, I expect to feel cold during the night stops, and I expect to have at least half a dozen other competitors ask, “so have you ever done anything like this before?”. It is a good conversation starter though and, though I do have good miles (and even better kilometres) in my legs at the moment, the event is a long haul, especially during the night. Though I will be walking as an individual and by myself, it is always good periodically to talk to others, but often I am simply happy to be near others so that I don’t feel so alone and I am unlikely to go the wrong way – and at worst to get lost together with others. It is easy to be disoriented in the night and it can be psychologically hard, but there is never more than 15 km without a rest stop so at least one can break the distance down into eight shorter walks. Counting kilometres is so much easier than counting miles and every kilometre sign post is a milestone, if you know what I mean

I would like to finish within 24 hours but the main thing is to finish – and then get the train back home from Henley (via Twyford and Reading), which takes about an hour and a half. I will hurt in any number of places for a couple of days, be short of sleep, but – as they say – the sense of achievement will be massive. I remember how I felt when I completed London2Brighton last year and it was such a high that did mask the pain. There is a facility for supporters to track progress and the details of this are provided to competitors on the Wednesday, 6 September. For those who are interested, I will post them here and on Facebook later in the week.

Now, I say competitors, but the vast majority are not competing against each other, but competing with themselves. Everyone is tremendously supportive and there is mutual respect for each other’s achievements. I haven’t made up my mind whether to do another of these ultra challenges next year, and the closer it gets, the more nervous I get but the more I look forward to it. Just hopeful for reasonable weather.

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Vaseline does the trick

 

 

A suggestive blog post title never does the viewing figures any harm in my experience, but in reality it is as innocuous as it gets, in actual fact. Last week’s post discussed the issues relating to feet and I tried out a fair smothering of Vaseline (other petroleum jelly products are available) on the sole of each foot this morning, prior to today’s walk.

Depending on which expert meteorological source one believed, rain was coming and starting somewhere between about 6pm and 8pm, but in fact it came about an hour earlier than the earliest forecast and I was walking between the raindrops back to my door for around an hour and a half, and though it was never really heavy it was quite steady for a while. Nothing to get too worked up about.

After one of the most trying periods for some significant time, where events have seemed to contrive to raise me up and then knock me down, and I have been less relaxed about things that are said or done, whether or not they related to me or my views. I need to get into the mindset that is along the lines of – if someone else is acting stupidly or illogically, that is their problem and I shouldn’t fret about it, however hard that may be if it affects what I can or can’t do or achieve. But it is hard when I think I know what is right, and any logical argument that I can muster is batted away as if I just can’t see common sense. After all, I never attended the University of Life or been to the School of Hard Knocks like what they did.

I reflected on this during the first stage of my walk today, something like 7 miles, and I often use the opening hour or two to get things out of my system. It is not unusual for me to feel really angry for a few minutes before a natural cooling system seems to take over, and I often then reflect on the good things I have or that have happened or that I have to look forward to. After a stop for coffee, I felt sufficiently positive to have a decent speed walk along the promenades of Hill Head and Lee on Solent and really got a good pace going. The rest was pretty relaxed and even the light rain couldn’t dampen my spirits. I did just start to feel the soles achieving the first level of soreness towards the very end of this walk of a bit over 21 miles but the Vaseline seemed to work.

Less than three weeks away is this Thames Path Trail Challenge and I feel ok about it. I feel that the pains in my feet will not, er, kick in that early because I will be having regular short breaks on average every 13 km (8 miles) or so. After about 60 km (37 miles) I would be surprised if doesn’t hurt in a number of places and I will have to guts it out again. But the nature of this challenge is very much the constant hard ground rather than many inclines and so it will be very different to London2Brighton where there was a massive climb over the South Downs at around 88 km to look forward to.

This may well be the last of these 100 km challenges that I do, unless something really special comes on to the ‘syllabus’ in the future. They are just a pain in the proverbial backside to arrange, and I might think about some more personal walking challenges if I decide to carry on. I will quite likely take a break and reflect on it all after this one. The charity money has been steady but the two or three weeks before and two or three weeks after would always be expected to be the peak time. The Rocky Appeal is a great charity and one that is a favourite of our cricket club at Sarisbury, where the late Paul Tosdevin, the inspiration for my choice of charity, was a distinguished player and thoroughly nice bloke.

I might well have a couple of walks in the week after next but I’ll see how it goes and how I feel. In the meantime, and with many thanks to everyone who has donated to date, if you wish to sponsor me for the Thames Path Challenge, please follow the link:

https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/Keith-Spicer3

or text SBOY80 10 to 70070 to give £10 – or SBOY80 followed by the amount to 70070.

Any donation, however small, will be gratefully received.

 

Heart and sole

Quite calm at the moment with things generally good in life and now looking forward to this walk thing in September. Another run out for the running shoes that seem to be ok, as are my feet, and 17.5 miles on a nice day for it. It was more important to increase the distance a little from last week for the sake of the feet rather than the mind, and that is generally a good place in which to be.

Nothing too memorable about this particular session – full of roads and hard ground and I need to think about my foot strategy for the Thames Path Challenge. I don’t tend to suffer inordinately with blisters but these are a big risk for this type of walk with little soft ground for relief. Actually, for me, it is the soles that are likely to be issue, if there is one. I will use the rest breaks (there are 7 of them) to help my feet as much as I can. I would imagine that they won’t be a problem at all until halfway at the earliest. So the sorts of things I do or consider doing:

  • beforehand, patch up any places I know to be weak – definitely trim toenails too
  • rub Vaseline into the soles of my feet
  • consider whether to use inner socks as well as the specialist walking socks (I tend to anyway but long distances can be different)
  • take spare socks to change into at about 60 km
  • make sure I have ibuprofen with me (last time on London2Brighton I forgot and had to cadge some from a friend Katie, who was also doing the walk)
  • take some other insoles or inserts in case they may help – that did help on Lands End to John O’Groats in Scotland when I started to have problems, but that was a different challenge entirely – shorter distances, but every day
  • most of all, once they are hurting, grit my teeth and think of anything else but my feet

Blimey, I’m getting nervous about the whole thing now. I need to do about one walk a week until the big day, progressively increasing the distance a little, and perhaps one or two short walks during the week evenings just to try variants on socks and inserts. In any case, it will be fine – and I can cope with the knowledge that it will hurt. The feeling of achievement at the end will be massive.

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