doing what i say i'm going to do- catch up

erm... well...erm...
wk4- 60 lakeland fell miles, 1.5hrs pool swimming, 15 very, very cold minutes of reservoir paddling. all in all a lovely holiday, and then everything went to pot!

wk5- a shock to my system as my first (nurse) placement started, new hours, new routine. being friendly and interested is blimin' tiring! just 30minutes of pool time with the highlander mountain marathon at the end of the week.

wk6- the highlander really took it out of me. jane managed to get back to running this week but i just felt exhausted, there were plans of doing the fling but in reality it was an impossibility. no excerise happened this week but i did get very, very drunk....

wk7- my hang over lasted a long time...the only outdoor fun was *that* bivvy.

wk8- still feeling broken and tired, no running or cycling all week. but i did get very, very drunk at the weekend...

wk9- suddenly i see a pattern emerging! i resolve not to break myself this weekend, whether it's by booze or miles. 30miles of cycling, 9miles of trail running but more importantly, no booze!

so, that's my "training" up to date. yet again i've made exactly the same mistakes as i always do, too much, too soon.......

(apologies)

anyway, things are starting in earnest again BUT i'm taking it really slowly. just because i know i can ride 100miles or stay on my feet for 12hrs doesn't mean i have to. it just means i'm very, very stubborn and will end up broken. just because those little san miguel stubbies are on offer and slip down easily doesn't mean i have to have a six pack ready and waiting. the theme for the next 5wks is going to be little and often (not the booze obviously), taking me up to the end of my placement, then it'll be time for the big stuff.

the bivvy that broke us

a cautionary tale of how a little jaunt out can turn into a mini epic, something that you don't expect when adventuring so close to home. linking up the edges, running from the white peak into the dark, with plans of a bivvy somewhere on kinder and returning home by lunch time the next day. just 24hrs on the hill, with at least one tea stop, what could go wrong.

fast and grippy, curbar was the perfect start to the day. a quick scramble up before weaving between boulders and leaping from stone mushrooms. following the almost perfect line north, ticking off the edges as we go- froggatt, white, burbage, stanage, derwent. we could run like this forever.

knowing that fairholmes and the chance of refreshments was near we guzzled our water. at this point we began to realise that the wind had been doing a good job of disguising the sun. we sat for an hour amongst the bank holiday masses, just drinking and rubbing the salt from our faces. apart from checking that it wasn't going to rain, i hadn't payed much attention to the weather forecast. it was certainly warmer and windier than i'd expected or planned for.

as the families headed home we headed back to the hills, now carrying an extra bottle of water each. up and over to kinder in search of the perfect sleeping spot. our list of requirements; soft ground with space for two and lovely sunset vista. making a beeline for madwomen's stones, which sounded like the perfect bivvy spot, the wind really started to pick up. but as we were to discover there is no place to hide on kinder when the wind is gusting. we decided to push on and tour the northern side of the plateau, hoping for shelter and water from the brooks.

we scampered between the rounded rock piles, hoping each time that we were about to find the perfect bedroom. after an hour a sudden realisation, we were running over kinder and our feet were DRY!! heading for what we thought would be a thirst quenching streaming the wind became a constant blast. a further revelation, maybe the south edge would be more sheltered.

taking the short crossing, following a dried stream bed with taunting pools of stagnant water, but it was nice to be out of the wind. compass out as the head high groughs snaked left and right. as if by magic we popped out with a view of edale below. reversing the skyline route we continued our search for the perfect bedroom. our requirements modified-just something out of the wind.

at last we found a spot. brewing up with our now significantly reduced water supply, we settled down for a night of star gazing. our plan for the following morning to drop into hope for breakfast and pick up supplies. as expected the sunset was worth the trek. we lay in our bags dozing and watching the big dipper move across the sky. but there was an elephant in the (bed)room... our spot was less than perfect, chosen when tired and hungry it was actually not very flat, not very soft and not very sheltered. by half past three there was talk of packing up and getting warm. half past four and we were heading for ringing rodger.

a sleep deprived head torch run is actually a lovely start to the day and gets you warm pretty quickly. down to one bottle of water each and a handful of tangfastics we realised that no cafe or shop was going to open at this hour. plan changed. the most direct route home involved a lot of road, a lot of navigation though fields but the possibility of a shop. for some reason we decided to head back via the edges. we knew the way and didn't have to concentrate, we'd be home in no time. obviously we were tired and confused!!

we trotted on, watching the sky turn from inky black, to salmon pink, then finally crystal blue. by the time the sun had come up we were on stanage, slightly hysterical and rationing the last of the jellied sweets. we had the place to ourselves and were strangely enjoying it. everything was hurting but everything was hilarious too. all our hopes were pinned on the longshaw estate and their tea room.

fantasies of flowing mugs of tea and bacon butties kept us going. of course we were too early for that too. we were now less than 5miles from the car but it felt unimaginable that we'd actually reach it. our water bottles empty and we were now down to the emergency 'food'. i dug out the half packet of dextrose tablets that had been in the bottom of my bag for the last few mountain marathons. never did i imagine that we'd be using them so close to home.

we began to see families and couples obviously starting their walks and early morning joggers. everybody seemed so normal and everything began to feel very surreal. we giggled our way back to the car. never have we been so pleased of a tepid bottle of water found on the back seat. as i drove the short distance home, jane commented "...we've got a strange hobby haven't we..."

the stats:
24hrs, 45miles, not enough sleep, not enough food, no where near enough water, a sun burnt neck, 2 very, very dehydrated ladies and a tale that has kept us laughing all week.