I know, I promised to write this blog post a long time ago and it’s massively overdue, but better late than never and so here it is after all.
Flashback to 22nd February 2020 when Corona hadn’t messed up all of our lives yet and races were still going ahead as planned.
The alarm went off very early in the morning.
Time to get dressed and have breakfast.
Double – no, triple – check that I’ve packed everything I need for the day: proof of registration, running rucksack, water, energy drink, energy bars, jelly babies, weatherproof clothes, first aid kit, sunglasses, safety pins.
Time to head off in the direction of Bamburgh, time for the nerves to kick in.
Yes, I put in loads of training. No, I’d never actually done the distance that I was supposed to do that day. Did I mention being nervous??
Once in Bamburgh, I collected my race number and timing chip. I had something to eat for extra energy and after having spent another 30mins or so in the car (trying to stay warm) it was time to get on the bus that would take me and the other runners to the start at Alnwick Castle.

As we left Bamburgh, we could see a giant rainbow just over the castle. It almost looked like a sign although I couldn’t think at the time what it would be a sign for. I dozed on the bus and was a little bit reluctant to get off when we arrived in Alnwick but the sun was out, so off I got anyway.
Just as we all stepped off the bus, it started to rain so before we set off, I put my rain jacket on to be on the safe side. The wind wasn’t in our favour either – it was so cold!!! The highlight was spotting my running buddy at the start, at least that gave me the energy boost I needed to get started. Only thing left was to dump the extra layer of clothes I’d worn to the start and had just taken off in a big bag (the crew would take that back to Bamburgh) and then it was time to start running!


I made sure not to set off too fast – better slow and steady than burning all my energy and blowing up before I’d only be halfway through the race. The first part took us from Alnwick Castle through fields and meadows over tricky stepping stones to Alnmouth which for some reason felt like the real start to me. Maybe because I’d done the stretch from Alnmouth to Bamburgh before in one go when I was training for Kielder Marathon and it had been my longest run ever at the time. In any case, the weather had cleared a little by that time, sun was out and spirits still high. I made sure to eat and drink at regular intervals. So far, so good.
The stretch from Alnmouth to Dunstanburgh Castle felt like the second part of the journey. I was joined by my running buddy only a short while before I reached Dunstanburgh and I have to say I was really glad to get the extra support by that time, knowing I didn’t have to go the rest of the way alone. Again: so far, so good.


Then . . . after we’d passed Dunstanburgh and got on our way further North, the weather started to change. We got even rougher wind, heavy rain and even a hail storm. It felt a lot colder, even in spite of the weatherproof clothing I’d taken along. I stumbled and fell once – didn’t hurt myself but it definitely didn’t help.

To top it off, the tide had come in by early afternoon which meant that on one of the beaches, we had to wade through a river to continue our route. The knee-high water was absolutely freezing and the very last thing my muscles needed by then. Well . . . not just my muscles but my motivation too.
I was cold, wet and tired but kept going although I have to say that the rest of the race was one big blur . . . until . . . we got to the beach leading up to Bamburgh Castle.
I started to suffer from hypothermia by then was worn out by the horrible weather conditions (why couldn’t it have been a nice day like it was the year before??). I really struggled but still continued. Just before we got to Bamburgh, I decided I’d had enough, though, and that there really was no point in doing the extra 10K loop around Bamburgh.

Let’s face it: what was that going to prove, exactly? And who was I proving it to? I was in no fit shape to go on, so instead of following the “ultra” arrows, I followed the “finish” arrows. The way to said finish felt like a never-ending path through the dunes and when I finally made it to the finish, it turned out that I’d done just under 46K, so still more than marathon distance. Did I mention how awful weather was? Really: Kielder marathon felt like a breeze compared to this! I honestly don’t know if I’d kept going this far if I’d been on my own, so am very thankful that wasn’t the case.

I collected my medal, T-shirt and goodie bag and headed towards the car to get changed into warm and dry clothes. Except, due to the hypothermia that kicked in, my hands were all swollen and I could hardly move my arms and legs which made changing clothes very difficult and painful. When I’d finally managed to change clothes and after I’d spent some time in the warm car, I started to “defrost”. Pain is an understatement but at least I was getting some of my mobility back – if only temporarily because the next day I was so sore I could hardly walk!
You’re probably wondering if I’ll ever do another ultra in the future? Who knows, I may give it another go one day. For now, though, I’ll be focusing on shorter distances – probably with the odd marathon thrown in – and I would also like to focus on triathlon. Nevertheless, the Ultra in February was quite the experience and I’m glad I did it. Even though I didn’t do that final 10K, I still ran some kind of “ultra” distance and the weather turned it into one of the toughest things I ever did. I also didn’t realise at the time how life would change due to Covid-19 and that I wouldn’t be doing any races the rest of the year, so in spite of everything, I am grateful to have been out there. At least that’s one thing I DID do this year and it’s one thing nobody can take away from me.























