Friday 22 March 2013

Running is a Team Sport

When you imagine a runner, I'm guessing you'll picture an individual pounding the streets or trails and you would be forgiven for thinking that running is a lone sport.  In my experience this couldn't be further from the truth. If it wasn't for the many, many people who have supported me, I am confident I would not have made it through the endless training sessions towards the Marathon des Sables, the toughest foot race on Earth.

As I'm about to leave for the desert I feel so humbled and grateful when I look back over the last two years.  There are so many people I'd like to thank, but firstly I should start by thanking everyone who sponsored me and donated to my charity, the British Heart Foundation.  Without your support this whole journey would have been for nothing. Your support has helped a major charity fight against a number of heart related diseases and has also helped make this whole experience such a rewarding one for me.


I'd also like to thank all my friends and family who, for the last two years, have heard about nothing else except the MdS.  Endless (generally one sided) conversations, with me looking like a Duracell bunny on a sugar rush, going on and on and on about running, the desert, kit, scorpions, training and racing. I realise I've talked about nothing else for two years and I really do appreciate that none of you have ever said "change the record Laura," despite wanting to, I'm sure.  I promise from now on I'll attempt to make the conversations much more varied and entertaining.  Thank you all for indulging me.


In order to fund the Marathon des Sables I have been working two part time jobs where I have met nothing but support and encouragement from friends, colleagues and customers.  James Parker, from Suter's Yard, the biggest little bar in town, has been amazing and supported me throughout, giving me permission to use his bar to promote the race and raise money.  The staff there have also been amazing, giving up their time to help me fundraise, covering my shifts when I've been too knackered to work or been off on yet another training race and supporting me in more ways than I'm sure they even realise.


My second part time job is working as a Hostess in the VIP lounge for Brighton and Hove Albion Football Club.  The club generously donated two match tickets towards my fundraising efforts which is greatly appreciated and helped move me a lot closer to my target.

Finally on the jobs front, a massive thank you must go to Dr. John Turner, my incredibly patient Ph.D. supervisor, who has supported this ridiculous adventure at perhaps the most difficult time of my career. I promise from now on, chemistry will not come a poor second and I will start writing that thesis!

There are a few individuals who I have to mention separately as they have gone above and beyond and kept me going throughout this sometimes difficult journey. A very special thank you to Julia, Katie and Sarah, (the 'A' team) and Woody. Thank you for all your words of encouragement and your endless help in putting together amazing fundraising events. Also, thank you to Chris Gallop for constantly reminding me, 'I'm nuts' and to both Chris and Mariusz for helping me move house just days before I fly to Morocco.  Finally, thank you to Adam Close for encouraging me to become a better runner and for his infinite patience when I couldn't quite make it up those hills.

A special thank you must go to my Mum and Dad.  As I'm sure you can appreciate, they've had some concerns about me running across the desert and I'm fairly sure I'm responsible for one or two sleepless nights.  However, they've supported me regardless of their own worries and I'll always be grateful for that.  Mum and Dad, you're amazing parents and without your guidance and encouragement over the last 34 years, I wouldn't even have had the guts to attempt such a feat.

Finally, I have to thank Emma, my sister, my inspiration and my best friend.  Emma has travelled across the country to be at the side lines of every single race I've done in the run up to the MdS. She's waited patiently in the cold and dark for me to drag my sorry backside across yet another finish line. She's counselled me when things have got tough and been there to celebrate the victories.  She's listened to my doubts and helped me find the confidence in myself.  My wonderful sister has been there for every step, leap and faulter towards the desert and without her I could not have got this far.  I can't even begin to express my gratitude and appreciation for having someone so special in my life, so I'm simple going to end with, thank you Emma, I hope one day I can be half the person you are.



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I'm running the MdS to support the British Heart Foundation. Please take a moment to visit my sponsorship page and donate whatever you can afford. Many, many thanks
www.justgiving.com/lauranicholls2013

Monday 18 March 2013

The Final Kit List (And There's Been A Few)

I know that there will be many an MdS runner both present and future who's main goal in visiting my blog will be to find out what I took to the desert with me.  So to put you out of your misery, here's the list.  My intention is to post another blog on my return with details of what worked, what didn't work, what I'd take again and what I'd ditch.  Enjoy, and if you're about to go to the desert yourselves, good luck!

Compulsory Kit - Inov-8 Race Pac 25L; Inov-8 Bottle Holders x 2; Raidlight 750mL Bottles x 2; RAB Neutrino Endurance 200 Sleeping Bag; Petzl Tikka XP2 Headlamp; Silva Compass; Lighter; Emergency Whistle (on strap of head torch)Swiss Army Knife; Aspinvenin Anti Venom Pump plus Large Adapter; Signalling Mirror; Aluminium Survival Sheet

LuxuriesSea to Summit Silk Liner; NeoAir Sleeping Mat (Small); Esbit 0.75L Titanium Lightweight Pot; Esbit Ultralight Titanium Solid Fuel Stove; Spork; iPod nano; Digital Camera and Spare Battery

Medical / Hygiene Kit - Half a Toothbrush; Travel Size Toothpaste; Deodorant; Comb; Small Soap; 7 x Multivitamins; 50mL Nivea Moisturiser; 100mL P20 Suncream; 42 Toilet Wipes; 100 mL Hand Sanitiser; 16 x Paracetomol; 14 x Ibruprofen; 6 x Immodium; 6 x Dioralyte; 6 x Anti-Histamine; Lip Balm; Small Roll of Foot Binding Tape; 100mL TCP; Ear Plugs

ClothesBrooks Cascadia 7 Trainers; Raidlight Gaiters; Outdoor Research Sun Runner CapBuff x 2; Adidas Shorts; Montane L/S Top; Brooks L/S Top; Running Tights; Open Toe Towelling Spa Slippers; Injinji Lightweight Toe Socks x 2; X-Bionic Socks x 1; Wigwam Socks x 1; Nike WatchBloc Sunglasses; Sundog Sun Goggles

Food - Tried to make variety a priority.  Ended up with 15,500kcal.
Breakfast - Alpen and Dried Milk
Snacks - Breakfast Biscuits; Thai Chilli Rice Crackers; Skittles; Starburst; Brazil Nuts; Salted Peanuts; Munchy Seeds; 9 Bars
Dinner - Expedition Foods and For Goodness Shakes Recovery Drink


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I'm running the MdS to support the British Heart Foundation. Please take a moment to visit my sponsorship page and donate whatever you can afford. Many, many thanks
www.justgiving.com/lauranicholls2013

Monday 4 March 2013

With A Little Help From My Friends

Question: Can you run an ultra marathon with food poisoning?

Answer: Yes, well sort of...

Now I realise that my next statement might confirm to some that I have a screw or two loose, very loose, but for my birthday this year I could think of nothing I'd rather do than run a 66 mile cross country race, in February (it’s not my fault I was born during one of the coldest months of the year). I entered the Pilgrim challenge back in October and spent months looking forward to it almost as much as the almighty MdS itself. The two day race would start at Farnham and follow the North Downs Way for 33 miles east on the Saturday and then return along the same route the following day.

With just two days to go before the race I came down with food poisoning. Consuming nothing but water and rivita's for two days straight left me feeling as strong as a paper bag in torrential rain, so I decided to help out at one of the checkpoints on the Saturday instead of running. I have to say, that was almost as much fun as being a competitor. I loved being able to help other runners and watch them head off in (hopefully) a better state than some of them had arrived in.

The following day I was feeling OK and having eaten more than crispbread the previous day I was feeling stronger. The tummy was making some interesting noises again but I decided I was going to run come hell or high water. Using up so much concentration to consider the state of my health, I was a little taken aback when everyone broke into 'Happy Birthday' for me at the start line, I'd completely forgotten. I guess that's old age for you.

Off we went in the dark and the first few miles went quite well. I'd run until my stomach was feeling like James Bonds' vodka martini, then walk until it settled. This method was working brilliantly until somewhere between checkpoint 1 and 2, when my body physically forced me into a walk. By the time I got to checkpoint 2, I was not a happy bunny. I barely spoke to the crew for fear that they'd see through my, by this point thinly veiled, "I'm OK" mask and pull me out.

I wandered off, dazed and dizzy, in the vague direction of checkpoint 3, which was a horrendously long 10 flippin’ miles away and, feeling very miserable, phoned my sister for some telephonic verbal medicine. "Happy birthday" she sung down the phone, which, upon hearing my voice, was quickly replaced with "You OK?". It's weird, I always knew what I had to do, but saying it out loud to my sister "I don't want to quit" made it real. So with some sisterly encouragement I dug deep into my oodles of stubbornness, pulled myself together and prepared to keep going. It just so happened that at this point my friend Rob caught up with me. He took one look at me and greeted me with "you look like death". Thanks Rob.

Rob stuck with me until the very end (I don’t mean that in an obituary sense) and I am very grateful that he did. What's more, he didn't say a word as I disappeared behind bushes of numerous shapes and sizes and patiently waited for me a little way down the path. I dragged myself across the finish line nearly 12 hours later, severely dehydrated and in a fair amount of pain but was greeted by smiling faces, my sister, dad, running friends, a lovely birthday cake and another chorus of "Happy Birthday".

So, it turns out you can ‘run’ an ultra marathon with food poisoning, it just takes a bit longer and you might need a little help from your friends.



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I'm running the MdS to support the British Heart Foundation. Please take a moment to visit my sponsorship page and donate whatever you can afford. Many, many thanks
www.justgiving.com/lauranicholls2013