Ewan's race report below, in his own words
On a drizzly Saturday morning in August, 79 ultrarunners met on Old Hall Street in Liverpool at the original start of the Leeds & Liverpool Canal, ready to take on the 130mi journey up-and-over the Pennines to Leeds.
I was one of the 79.
The Leeds & Liverpool Canal Race (https://canalrace.org.uk/leeds-liverpool-canal-race/) begins at the Clarke's Basin girder archway, Old Hall Street, Liverpool, before following the route of the Georgian waterway north and east through Wigan, Blackburn and Burnley, eventually passing into Yorkshire and making its way along the Aire Valley to Leeds.
Aside from a couple of bridge crossings, the first 30ish miles to Wigan are entirely flat, passing Aintree Racecourse and Wigan Athletic's DW Stadium, before hitting Wigan's 21 locks and a 200ft climb over a couple of miles.
Through the first three checkpoints - at 14.5mi, 25.7mi and 40.2mi - everything was going well and I was only a few minutes outside my ETAs - understandable given the warm weather of the day. But somewhere between Blackburn and Accrington, not overly long after CP4, stiffness started creeping into both quads, and they quickly turned into lumps of wood. Walking was alright, running was alright, but I just couldn't transition between the two with any element of comfort. ‘Is this where we tell him to just run...?’ were my wife's kindly words of support in our crew WhatsApp… so I did. And I actually covered some of my fastest miles of the race through to the CP at 70.6ish miles.
Annoyingly, on leaving the checkpoint, my right knee started hurting and I could hardly run. But I had the fantastic support and company of Robert Henderson to get me through the next 15mi. Rob’s knowledge and experience was so helpful at this point - he seemed to know what I needed more than I did. We made some reasonable, albeit slower than intended, progress up and over the two tunnel diversions at Gannow and Foulridge and through CP5 at 84.1mi to meet Martin Fillingham at Barnoldswick.
This was then the slowest part of the race: it was night; I had some real soreness in the legs; fatigue was creeping in; and general tiredness meant I started to struggle to keep moving. But Martin kept me moving and eve allowed me a whole 2mins power nap on a stile and a further 4mins on a bench in Skipton… and they worked wonders each time!
Clearly getting bored by our slow progress, or being a supportive buddy runner, or maybe both, Martin suggested we try running for a minute and then walking for a minute. ‘Ok, but maybe three minute walk,’ I said. And it worked. We were suddenly hitting the heights of around 16min/mi and veritably eating up the miles to ‘home turf’.
It was a massive boost hitting Five-Rise Locks (and getting my first Calippo of the day), and then seeing my family at Hirst Wood and again at Dockfield Road - along with Rachel Parker, Stuart Dunbar and final buddy runner Bernie Bowden.
Bernie joined me for the ‘glory leg’ to Leeds and she brought every part of Bernie that we all love - positivity, excitement, praise in bucket loads, tons of chatter, more positivity, more excitement. We shared ice cream and Calippos. And I ran more. And more. Much to Bernie’s excitement.
Coming in to the last few miles, and Bernie was very keen to tell every passer-by that I was a ‘warrior’ apparently… and I had to keep Bernie restrained from sprinting off in her joy!
Reaching the last few hundred yards and finally seeing the Candle Tower at Granary Wharf was amazing! Tears filled my eyes as I knew that the finish line was in sight.
And then my legs woke up!
The final ‘sprint’ in felt glorious… despite being outrun by my not-yet-5-year-old daughter, Eilidh! (A check of Strava data later showed that I hit somewhere around my 10k target pace in the 'sprint'...)
I'd crossed the line in 33 hours and 42 minutes, finishing in 19th place overall. But those elements were insignificant in the grand scheme of the whole weekend.
This was an amazing adventure - everything that I hoped it would be and one that I will likely take part in again - with wonderful support from my friends and family! A huge thanks go to Rob, Martin and Bernie for buddy running, and to all Striders who gave me words of encouragement or turned up on the canal on Sunday to give me cheer!
I'd say 'now what?' but the plan for the next twelve months or so is already coming together...
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