Escape from Meriden 2016
I’ve started races before not entirely fit but only short ones, I’ve hobbled and stumbled around a few 10k’s in the past knowing that if any pain came it would be over in about an hour or so. I’ve usually run those even when slightly injured as it was for Charity. But I’ve never before taken on a long run when not completely fit and ready. Ten days before this race my IT Band went and despite a lot of rest, foam rolling and massage I knew it was a case of when it would go on this run not if it would go. All I could do was adopt a run/walk strategy and try not to push at all.
I traveled up by train, first to Coventry and then to Hampton in Arden, a small village 3 miles from Meriden. I had expected to find a taxi company at the station but nothing. After a quick check on my GPS I set off walking to Meriden, already slipping and sliding on the frost covered pavements. As I got to Meriden another runner stopped to ask directions and then gave me a lift for the last 4oo metres.
Race HQ was in a community hall and possibly the strangest I have ever been in. An amazing collection of runners all who looked both calm and almost bewildered to why they were there and what they had gotten themselves into. I checked in and was given my number and race drone tracker. Everyone was in really chatty moods and I had great conversations with many of the runners. A few words from the Race Director and we left as a group to walk up to the start line. With temperatures at just above freezing there seemed to be some nervous tension as people discussed plans for their race. After five or so minutes and a quick countdown we were off.
A large number of runners headed off in the same direction as me and for the first twenty minutes it was like running in a fire parade with all the twinkling lights ahead, around and behind me. Spirits were high but the temperature remained low and I ran in a small group for about forty minutes. At this point I experienced the first sign of my IT band going and decided to walk for a while. I stopped at a garage for drinks and had a great conversation with the attendant who had seen other runners passing by. Her look of incredulity as I explained what the race was all about was amusing and I was soon off and moving again.
Two more hours of run/walk that was turning more into walk/run as I went along and then I slipped on a patch of frosty road and down I went. As I lay on the road I knew I’d damaged my knee but the one thing I’ve learned is that I can deal with pain to a certain degree so I got up planning to just continue. The pain was so bad plus with the muscles around my knee already misbehaving I knew my race was over.
And this is where Escape from Meriden differs from all other races I’ve been in. There was no Aid station a few miles away, going forward or backward, there was no-one I knew who would come out at 3am to pick me up. I knew all this before the race so it helped in making the decision I did. It helped mentally anyway, and running long distance is so much of a mental game. I did have a SOS button on the tracker but, to be honest, it didn’t cross my mind until just before I got on the train and I went to turn the tracker off.
So I did what I knew I had to do, I walked to the nearest train station so I could get home. I walked through the night and into the glorious sun rise. According to my tracker I walked for six hours and eight minutes after falling at an average speed of 3.5 mph. I knew Banbury was on the London line and would be both the closest and best station to head for. I had no idea how far it was and that was immaterial really, I just had to get there. I wasn’t helped by the fact that the route I had chosen may have been the most direct but it didn’t pass through any towns or villages almost at all. The last 3 miles into Banbury were by far the slowest and the most painful but I had all the time in the world to make it. 🙂 I bought out half of a Greggs bakery on arrival and after a small wait started my multiple train journey home. Three hours later I arrived home, sank into a hot bath, ate and slept.
Total distance 53km in about 9 hours so not fast at all.
Injury is something that happens and I’ve learned to deal with it. I had trained well over the previous three months and I have suffered from IT Band failure before. I knew it would go but had convinced myself that I would be okay. I didn’t want to miss out on such an intriguing race after all.
I’ve learned from this race as I’ve learned from them all. I’ve learned a bit more about my capacity to deal with pain and next time I might do things a little differently but I doubt it. 🙂
I will come back and do another one like this, I loved the format and the organisation was spot on.