Autumn 100 official result
Time - 25:09:18
Overall Finishing Position - 108th
Female Finishing Position - 19th
There was 242 starters, 62 drops.
I’m still feeling exhausted, but here’s a short recap
Leg 1, mile 0 - 25
We started in the dry and it was windy, the trail was muddy and uneven underfoot but on fresh legs very runnable. I stuck to the run25//walk5 plan. A tail wind on the way out, a strong head wind on the way back. I got back to the base aid station (Goring) in 4 hours 34mins
Leg 2, miles 25 -50
I promised my pacer who had come to see me come in at mile 25 I’d take it easier on this section, especially as this was the elevation started. The 12.5 out was mostly uphill, through woods, so very tree rooty. Got the the turnaround point and half way back it started to get dark, and rain, on went the head torch. In the last 6 miles on this return section I had 2 falls, missed an aid station and had to go back about half a mile, the got went off track again. My confidence was faltering badly by the time I got back to Goring I was convinced if I carried on how I was and inevitably got slower on the next 50 miles that I would be timed out. I burst into tears when I arrived back at Goring at 50 miles.
Leg 3, miles 50-75
After having a meltdown, putting a warm base layer and gloves on, having a good friend who was volunteering at the Goring and my pacer Susie tell me that I was well within the time to still finish ( I’d covered the 50 miles in 10hr 27mins) we left the Goring for the most open, desolate, windiest and coldest part of the course, the uneven, rutted, climb up onto the Ridgeway. A very very strong headwind on the way up, the aid stations were Luton vans as it was too windy and cold for them to be the open kind. Susie and I chatted, ran, walked, the whole way up and most of the way back down to around mile 70 when I was sick, then I was sick again a few miles later. Despite the stomach issues though, this was a very pleasant leg.
Leg 4, miles 75 - 100
Back at Goring after around 17 hours on the go, and we both decided I should have warm coffee, this was my longest stop but those 14 minutes were well needed for me to warm up, and just try and gather myself before heading for the last and final leg. The realisation that I would be finishing and not be timed out started to hit home. So, we left Goring for the 4th lap, just as the winning lady came in to finish!! It was only 4 miles until he next aid station at 79 miles which seemed to pass quite quickly, mostly wooded paths and more uneven ground. Even if had been runnable I couldn’t run any more due to my stomach feeling so churned up now, but we had a good march going on, in and out of the aid station and we cracked on to the aid station which would be the turnaround point. This section seemed to go on for FOREVER and to make it even worse after a few more never never ending rutted fields there was a lot of road and hard concrete underfoot, doesn’t feel good with 80+ miles in the legs. It was such a long hard slog to finally reach that turnaround point. I’ve never been so happy to see an aid station, where I had to climb a set of stairs to go over the live mat and give in my number. That done, we marched it back to that aid station now at mile 96, number taken and onwards through the fields which seemed to have grown in mileage and finally back on to the last path, and by now there was fishermen and dog walkers telling me it really wasn’t far. My emotions broke, I was already in tears, I just felt so exhausted It really wasn’t far though, round a corner up a slight hill, and from god knows where I managed to run up it and into Goring over the finish line.
The wind, seemed just relentless.
This was way out of my comfort zone, it’s not the South Downs.
I could not have done this without my wonderful friend Susie, my pacer, for putting up with me for that final leg when I had lost my sense of humour and maybe even the will to live. The Centurion marshals were all so brilliant and reassuring and could not do enough to help me, even standing there holding peeled satsumas for me while I put extra layers on making sure I ate them, before I left.
This race has left me raw, very emotional and pretty much exhausted, with a 100mile PB.
I’ve had 4 epsom salts baths since, my feet still feel a bit smashed to pieces, but today I could walk more or less normally again.
Went for an easy spin class this evening, no resistance, just to flush the legs through.
I’ve been living on soup since Sunday as I have little appetite, tomorrow I may try some solid food, maybe a baked potato to ease back into it.
Time for proper recovery now.