Strange to
have an ‘expo’ for a race held so far in advance of the event. Even stranger that the venue should be the
Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists. Stranger still that it is now up there as one
of my favourite days on the planet……ever.
This slot was previously reserved for my 32-hour round trip to Moscow to
watch John Terry fall on his derrière and in all fairness watching my team lift
the Champions League trophy will probably remain at the top until next year. Surely if I am lucky enough to cross the
finish line intact though, this will become my most special day.
However, on
Saturday 19th October I met one of my absolute idols (off the top of my head, this list also includes
Sir Alex, Thom Yorke and Chrissie Wellington): James
Cracknell, the 2-time Olympic Rowing Gold Medallist, 6x World Championship title
holder and endurance athlete extraordinaire.
He came 12th in the Marathon des Sables in 2010, the highest place any
Brit had achieved in the 25-year history of the race. I’ve followed his career and his crazy
challenges avidly over the years, reading his books and watching the
documentaries which unfortunately culminated in a horrifying accident while
cycling in the US during his Race Across America quest in 2010. Still, he looked incredibly well recovered on
Saturday and provided us with a rousing and funny account of his training and
his journey through the desert (I’m no longer quite so envious of his wife
after hearing his story of practicing, sometimes unsuccessfully, using a pee bottle in bed). I was very disappointed with my own
performance on the day though. I don’t really buy into
our celebrity culture but as noted there is a handful
of people that I really would genuinely love to meet. Being presented with the opportunity to tick
one off on Saturday did not ultimately fill me with glee, as it should have,
but with a stack of nerves. Instead of
the witty repartee I had imagined, I found myself mumbling and stumbling quite
embarrassingly. At least I managed to
wangle an autograph but I was too tongue-tied to actually ask him what it said
(it turns out we have handwriting in common, i.e. hieroglyphics). It has since been translated for me as “good luck, get stuck in” (thanks for that, Rob).

James wasn’t
the only hugely inspirational person who gave of their time to inspire and
prepare those MdS participants who came from all over the UK to learn as much
as possible about the task ahead. As
well as the many informative tutorials throughout the day from previous runners and
experts, there were two other remarkable keynote speakers. Felicity Aston, a
British adventurer and climate scientist, ran the MdS in 2009. Last year, Felicity became the first woman to
ski alone across Antarctica, a journey
which took 59 days over a distance of 1,084 miles. I found her incredibly inspiring, particularly her willingness to be open about her fears when completing such mind-boggling
solo expeditions. And finally, Kenton Cool –
11 time Everest summiteer who this year completed the Everest ‘Triple Crown’ in
seven days, encompassing Everest, Lhotse and Nuptse (the 1st, 4th
and 19th highest mountains in the world respectively), a feat
previously considered impossible owing to the length of time required in the
death zone (altitude > 7,500m). And
yes, it is his real name. How apt. Yet he insisted on being in awe of us, since
he has a pathological phobia of sand!
So apart
from meeting these exceptional lunatics, what did I learn?
a) I learned that there is a lot to learn
b) There is a huge amount of conflicting
advice
c) Freeze dried expedition food is not so tasty….
d) ….instead, a clinical
nutritionist (!) recommends a race diet of supernoodles (500 kcals for 120g of
weight), nutella, jelly babies and beef jerky
e) A woman of my weight will require ca. 4,500 kcals
per day to remain energy neutral – we will be carrying 2,000 kcals per day #crashdiet
f) I probably needed to start treating my feet with
surgical spirit to ‘tan’ them about 2 months ago
g) Road shoes are ok so perhaps no need to try
anything drastically different for footwear
h)
Heat can be mimicked by wearing waterproofs and
a hat on the treadmill – should get me a few funny looks in the gym…
i) …but the fitter you are, the better you will
cope with heat. It's all in the
training after all
j) I was told that I had not yet become obsessed
enough with extra weight, given that I have neither cut all of the extra bits off
Boris the backpack, nor cut my hair!
k) And finally, I learned that I am so glad my days at university are long behind me
– these back-to-back lectures and tutorials were tough going.
People keep
asking me why I have entered this ‘Marathon de Craziness’ as my friend Laura
has dubbed it and this has got me thinking.
There is a section of the MdS website which sells the race as follows:
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You will experience something unique, something
you will never forget
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You will make lifelong friends
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You will push your mind and body to the limit
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You will find things out about yourself
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And in all likelihood you’ll get kissed (twice!)
by a Frenchman
If I’d read
the bit about the Frenchman, I might have thought twice ;-) but in all
seriousness this is a pretty good summary of the reasons. It was said on a couple of separate occasions
by the speakers at the expo that you and your body are capable of so much more
than you know. Pushing yourself to your absolute
limits and (hopefully) prevailing is an incredibly powerful thing – comfort
zones are built to be smashed!
But the most
important takeaway from the expo was to enjoy the race, even in those darkest of moments. I am incredibly fortunate to have the
opportunity to run in such an awe-inspiring environment and it is an
experience that I will be unlikely to repeat.
The inevitable moments of pain and desperation will be eclipsed
completely by the feelings of utter joy at crossing the finish line - a bit
like childbirth (or so I am told).
Perhaps that was the abstract logic behind the location of the expo…..
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