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Outdoor Activities => Northern Ireland Hiking, Walking, Running, Orienteering and Geocaching => Topic started by: sjh1 on September 03, 2012
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OK as was suggested on another thread here is a thread to discuss the full Mourne Wall walk. Feel free to post about any attempts made at it or any tips or hints.
It's about 20 miles in length (some sources say 22 miles) and crosses over or near 11 peaks of 500m or above. Think these details are correct, feel free to correct, amend or add details.
I've done the walk twice now, last July and this August, both times in groups. On both occasions it took us far too long! It's tough but I love it.
Thanks,
Stephen.
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14 hours first time, 17 hours last time! On both occasions we'd quite big inexperienced groups. Next year we're pretty sure we can do it in 12 hours.
Not sure really what a good time would be but I've heard of people doing it in 9 to 11 hours.
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I would be interested to hear where people's start/finish point was - I started at Carrick Little on Saturday morning (1st Sept) - not sure if Binnian was the best way to start !
Made it to just over 11 miles round then my walking companion twisted his knee and we had to habble our way back to Carrick Little.
It is a tough walk but I more keen than ever now to get back up and try again !
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That's the usual way to start Wilbur, and as half of all the climbing is in the first third (up onto Muck) it gets it out of the way. The rest of the route stretches out dishearteningly, but it's not too bad, and very quick back after Donard. I think if you went the other way you would have a terrible shock for the last third! You could start at other points in the route but most involve more walk-in/out to get to the wall in the first place, making a long day longer.
I would be interested to hear where people's start/finish point was - I started at Carrick Little on Saturday morning (1st Sept) - not sure if Binnian was the best way to start !
Made it to just over 11 miles round then my walking companion twisted his knee and we had to habble our way back to Carrick Little.
It is a tough walk but I more keen than ever now to get back up and try again !
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Myself and the wife were heading from carrick little up towards binnian on Sunday morning past around 9.45 and a man passed us and said he was intending to do the mourne wall that day. I thought it was very late to be starting? I wonder if he has made it back yet!
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Myself and the wife were heading from carrick little up towards binnian on Sunday morning past around 9.45 and a man passed us and said he was intending to do the mourne wall that day. I thought it was very late to be starting? I wonder if he has made it back yet!
I hope when he passed you he was running and intending to run for the rest of the day ! ;D
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Completed the walk twice (attempted it once prior to that).
First walk took 10 hours, 43 minutes.
GPS Trace of that walk is at: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/32183145
Account of the walk is at: http://www.walkingandhikingireland.com/?p=980
Started and finished at Carrick Little and walked clockwise (Binnian first).
Second walk took 9 hours, 27 minutes.
GPS Trace: http://connect.garmin.com/activity/205198538
Again, started and finished at Carrick Little and walked clockwise.
It's a great walk and a great challenge. As twentyclicks said, the toughest section is up to Muck - by that stage you have half the height gain done after one third of the distance.
For some reason, I found the stretch from Donard to the end very tough mentally as it seems to go on for ever.
My advice would to be to pack as light as possible - it's a long way to carry any unnecessary weight. If planning on doing it, start off early to give yourself plenty of time and not be chasing the clock. The water-pipe on Commedagh is a great spot to top-up your water supply.
Would love to hear from others who have done it..
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Here's a great report from Ian Bailey who completed this today, he wasn't happy with his 5 1/2 hour time :o but he is a rather good fell runner :) i
http://rockandrideoutdoors.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/lessons-learned-mourne-wall-run.html?spref=fb
Lessons learned! The Mourne Wall run.
Every idea needs a catalyst. This one began with a chance conversation with a fella in the hills last year who had been involved in the Mourne Wall races/events back in the 70's (I think). Anyway, he described how at its peak the event saw up to 3,000 people from all around the Mournes walking the route taken by the famous Mourne Wall. The second catalyst was me just finishing the incredible 'Feet in the Clouds' (read it, if you want to know who the true hardmen of sport are and also because it's a great book). The book describes numerous superhuman feats by people for whom no challenge is too hard and pain is simply ignored! It set me thinking about my own plans to undertake this sternest of Mourne running challenges.
This one was a few months in the making. I was primed for this run in January but luckily saw sense when I saw the weather forecast and sacked it off. For various reasons (the weather, rain, precipitation etc) I've not had a chance to try it since and so it was with 15 minutes notice I decided to get it done today after seeing that it was going to be a stunner of a day!
The Mourne Wall, for those not in the know is a continuous (almost, more on that later) 22 mile granite wall built at the beginning of the last century to divide the high Mournes, owned by Belfast Water Board and the low Mournes, owned by various estates and farmers. It climbs and descends over 3000 metres over the summits of all of NI's highest mountains and is famed for its brutal steep sections and energy sapping bogs, rocks and tussocks. It's meant to be a lovely walk, taken over one long day or two shorter ones but why would I want to walk and get to enjoy all the views on such a beautiful clear day?!
The route - It's long and hilly!
So it was that as I was eating breakfast I decided today was the day to get out there and do The Wall. My prep involved racing the infamous Mill Hill Mile the evening before, a horrendous 6 minute sprint up a steep road which leaves your lungs burning for minutes after, probably the least similar run possible to the one I was about to do.
I left the Happy Valley car park at 9am and jogged up to the col between the Meels with the early morning sun on my back. I was mildly nervous, I knew it might hurt but at the same time I was totally confident, it's only 25 miles (including getting to the wall and back) and I had at least 12 hours of daylight! The first section was a dream, jogging happily over Meelmore (or Meelbeg, I always mix them up), Bernagh, Commedagh and Donard. Within 80 minutes I'd easily knocked off four of the biggest peaks and frankly I was cruising. At this point I was seriously considering cutting my planned target of 5hrs to 4.5 and was definitely enjoying myself. On the way off Donard I ate on the run and said a passing hello to one of only two people I was to meet all day, the wall cut a clean line 5km into the distance and most of it was downhill for the foreseeable future, piece of cake.
What a load of shite! The next hour and a half were sapping, frustrating and worrying in equal measures. Firstly, when I'd looked at the contours I'd envisaged sprinting this section to reach the bottom of Slieve Binnian in under two hours but I'd not taken the Bog of Donard into account! I've walked it before and know it's a bit boggy (the clue is in the name!) but in my 2 minute look at the map I clearly didn't register that I'd be crossing notoriously wet ground at the end of the wettest 'Summer' for 100 years. It was very wet, uneven, slow and annoying and the worst was definitely still to come.
I've been telling groups about how the Mourne Wall is a marvel of craftsmanship for years, TRUE. I've also been telling them that it's a continuous 22 miles all about 7 feet high and easy to follow, FALSE. When I hit Long Seefin I took the wall to the right, down to the forest and proceeded to spend 45 minutes of dragging through trees, brambles, the river, fields full of foot deep cows footprints (filled with cow crap) and was a slightly less motivated man when I finally reached the bottom of Slieve Binnian 30 mins off schedule. Most people apparently start and finish their walk in Carrick Little car park and totally avoid this section by taking the access road out of the forest and taking a simple stroll round the road back to their cars. I didn't have this option and frankly if I was going to run the wall then I was definitely following it the whole way round like a big granite handrail. This approach definitely took the momentum and the fun out of my attempt!
Even more worryingly as I ran up Binnian I realised that I was getting low on water and with the sun high in the sky I started getting concerned. Dehydration is a killer, it takes all your energy and makes you think of nothing but drinks. I became obsessed with the electrolyte tabs I knew were sat in the garage at home and fantasised about litre after litre of cold water. I really regretted my choice of food, dry granola bars which basically turn into an unswallowable paste when only mixed with saliva. Schoolboy errors all around! Luckily I remembered that I could re-fill my water at the Silent Valley toilets and gleefully emptied my Camelbak, instantly bringing strength back into my legs. Gleeful certainly didn't describe how I felt when I got there and the taps only dished out hot water... death!
The next section up to the top of Slieve Muck can be summed up by the moment when I spat and it was so stringy that it swung around me head and landed in my ear... and that was the highlight. It was relentlessly hot and steep with horrendous ground underfoot. Running became jogging, walking and then on the crag at the top crawling. The low point had been reached!
Which means that from there the only way is up (baby). And so it was, up Carn, up Slieve Loughshannagh and up whichever Meel was left. Buoyed by being on the home stretch I ran again along much improved tracks although with a dodgy hip giving me grief it was a strange shuffly run. I finally reached the stile I started from 5hrs and 34 mins after I left and a much wiser man!
No it's not my pink heart rate monitor!!
I've sprinted full speed down the Happy Valley a couple of times, not today! I limped on down and was delighted to finally get to jump in the stream at the bottom that I'd been thinking about for a long while. Back in the van and back for those electrolytes, job done!
The verdict -
Was I well prepared enough?
Physically - Yes definitely. It is long and hilly and way beyond any distance I've run in the mountains before but essentially if I'd totally blown up I could've relaxed and enjoyed the stroll. Most people I know can knock off a route like this walking in a day if they are prepared to dig deep.
Mentally - Yeh, I reckon. Compared to the exploits I've been reading about this is the equivalent of popping to the local shop and I'm no stranger to hurting a bit. 15 minutes wasn't much time to adjust to the idea but what the hell.
Kit - Errrrr, no. I didn't even fully fill my Camelbak. Only brought about 1000 calories of food (I burned 3000) and couldn't eat any of it because it was too dry. I reckon this probably cost me a lot of time! I'd recommend stashing at least 3 litres of water half way round or if you're lucky get someone to meet you with a picnic!
Would I recommend the route?
If you'd asked me after 1hr 20 mins I'd have said yes it's amazing and offered to join you on it the next day. If you'd asked me as I hit the top of Muck nearly 5hrs in (and who the hell would talk to a man crawling up a hill with spit hanging out of one ear!) then I'd have given you a tired shake of the head and croaked something incomprehensible. The fact is that the views are stunning on a day like today but if you're running then you're concentrating so hard on your feet that you don't get to enjoy them. So as a walk it may be of some worth... except it does cross some truly terrible ground. There are lengthy sections which are steep, loose, brambly, very uneven and hugely boggy. You can get all the great views I had on a much more pleasant route, try the Annalong Horseshoe or just the ridge including Bernagh, the Meels and Commedagh.
Was I happy with my time?
In short, no. The cutting through all the crap across the Annalong Valley probably cost me 20 mins, the dehydration and hunger certainly cost me more. I don't know what the record is but it must be sub 4 hours. A proper fell runner (as opposed to a fit bloke who runs the fells) could take 30 mins off my combined descent times easily, I was very tentative and properly hydrated I'd have been a lot quicker in the second half. Realistically, with a bit of planning, more food and water and a cooler day I think I'd take an hour off that without too much extra effort. Am I going to test that theory, no I'm not! The man I mentioned that sowed the seed for this run in the first place said that the original Mourne Wall marathons were stopped because the sheer numbers were causing untold damage to the hills, turning paths into massive motorway like scars. It is testament to the power of nature that those paths no longer exist at all for about 50% of this route.
If you've read this far, thanks and well done, probably took longer than the run itself! If you'd like to ignore my advice and give it a go then feel free to contact me at ian@rockandrideoutdoors.com and I'll give you all the details you'd need. Apologies for the lack of pics, there would have been some stunners but the camera died the minute I turned it on, what do they say about piss poor planning...?
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I would love to be capable of a walk like this. Hopefully one day! What does everyone carry for an endurance hike like this?
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I would love to be capable of a walk like this. Hopefully one day! What does everyone carry for an endurance hike like this?
As little as possible!
I took:
water (which I refilled on Commedagh)
a few oranges (cut up and stored in plastic bags)
some peanuts
a banana
some jelly babies/sweets
If doing it again, I'll also bring hydration tablets as legs started cramping on both efforts.
Done it in trail runners (Inov8 Roclites) and took a light waterproof running jacket.
Weight really is everything once the distances start getting long..
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What were you wearing, what about waterproofs etc?
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Going to read that big report in a minute, but like Paul, I took very little when I walked the wall (glorious dehydrating day).
Waterproof, plenty of snacks, small FAK (crepe bandage, painkillers), buff, phone, cash, map/compass, headtorch, one 750ml water bottle, electrolyte tablets.
Wore trail shoes, shorts, trekking shirt, wide-brim hat.
We stopped in Silent Valley cafe to get a drink :)
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What were you wearing, what about waterproofs etc?
Baselayer/Techincal Top underneath a T-shirt (light waterproof running jacket in the bag in case it rained).
Had a light pair of walking trousers on over a pair of shorts. As it turned out, I was too lazy to take the trousers off.
Inov8 Roclite trail-runners. Tried to keep away from puddles but did get wet feet in some places - the Inov8's are great though as they pump the water out as you walk/run.
To be honest, getting wet wouldn't bother me too much (as long as I wasn't absolutely soaked). Best bet is to check the forecast and pick a day that looks relatively dry.
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For some reason, I found the stretch from Donard to the end very tough mentally as it seems to go on for ever.
This year some of our group found this bit tough! Maybe because I'd told them Donard was last mountain and all downhill from there! But I'd also provided maps, they only had to look at them to see the distance yet to go :-\
I brought loads of food and a bit of water, stops for water refills at Silent Valley and Slieve Commedagh. Boys stopping for breakfast at Silent Valley also slowed us down a bit! Food brought this year: trail mix (nuts and berries), cereal bars, sandwiches (sausage and brown sauce), pork scratchings, bananas, apples. Re. clothes I brought an umbrella because a waterproof coat and trousers are too warm to wear and heavy to carry. (Also my coat had just been washed and waterproofed and I didn't want to get it smoky from camp-fire). Good boots highly recommended!
5.5 hours is a wild time!
Red Leader just give it a go, see how far you get. There are options to head home at Silent Valley, Slieve Lough Shannagh (bus) and to shorten it by taking Brandy Pad. In August we started with 12 and only 6 completed full walk, but all got home safely.
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"When I hit Long Seefin I took the wall to the right, down to the forest and proceeded to spend 45 minutes of dragging through trees, brambles, the river, fields full of foot deep cows footprints (filled with cow crap)"
Nice to know the experts get it wrong sometimes too. We did the same thing this year ... in the dark! I'd gave our map to the boys taking a shortcut via the Brandy Pad or actually it would have been quite a simple choice of wall to follow into Annalong Foorest.
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Yup, we did that too, but only to keep it real ;D
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Yup, we did that too, but only to keep it real ;D
Snap! Done exactly the same on the first time I went round for exactly the same reasons.
Was pure torture fighting through the remnants of felled trees which had become knotted with brambles - completely broke my spirit at the time.
Was only afterwards that I read that the official walk followed the path back down to Dunnywater and followed the road back to Carrick Little - done that 2nd time and it was far easier.
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Ian Bailie had a 2nd attempt at the wall, a great read http://rockandrideoutdoors.blogspot.co.uk/ check out his time :o
Where Credit's Due - The Mourne Wall Part 2
When it comes to taking praise there are definitely different personality types in the world. Some bosses greedily take the accolades for their staff's hard work, politicians cynically jump on the bandwagon of successful initiatives they had no part in implementing and the popular press announce that 'British' tennis is ever more successful whenever Andy Murray wins! At the opposite end of the scale you find people like me, easily dismissed as being surly and never content but in actual fact just a lot more uneasy with the idea of taking praise when deep down we know it wasn't deserved.
I received a lot of positive feedback from the blog about my first Mourne Wall attempt, some lovely congratulatory e-mails, comments from strangers saying it was a great achievement and from friends who were just shocked that I happen to be half way literate. The overriding theme of all comments was not to berate myself over my time, that the challenge itself is enough and my pace was admirable. All comments except one...
Deon McNeilly is a legend of Mournes running and with decades of fell running records, myths and half truths surrounding him he undeniably has a certain gravity to his opinion. I reckon Deon is like me, he knows when praise is due. His e-mail to me was short and sweet, 'the record is 3:56 set by Jim Hayes in 1981 on Sunday 17th June (I knew it would be sub 4hrs), I finished 6th in 4:54'. He then went on to mention that he was just 18 at the time, barely an embryo in endurance running terms.
The underlying connotations to this e-mail were clear to me, even if they weren't intended. I was way off the pace and I let myself down, poorly planned, poorly executed and if I was to erase the disappointment in the pit of my stomach then there was only one acceptable course of action, get out there and smash it! As u-turns go, this one wouldn't look out of place in Stormont. Despite what I said less than ten days ago about not recommending the Mourne Wall circumnavigation and vowing not to do it again, it was actually inevitable and it was going to happen sooner, rather than later.
I'm under no illusions, I've never met Jim Hayes but it's as safe to say that he was a better athlete than I am as it is to say that his record wouldn't be getting erased from the annals of history so sub 4 wouldn't be my target. It's also safe to say that for all my annoyance, I did genuinely suffer out there last Tuesday, my legs were battered and the last run along the ridgeline from Slieve Muck looked like it needed to be accompanied by a zimmer frame. However, the pain was a result of errors, not lack of effort or fitness and those mistakes needed to be rectified. I figured my time of 5hrs 35 could be significantly chopped if I,
a) Started and finished at the right place.
b) Took enough liquids and edible food.
c) Pulled my finger out and really suffered.
So the new target was decided, 4hrs 45mins, fully 50 minutes faster than last time and quicker than the young McNeilly. Knowledge is power, Sir Francis Bacon knew it and so do I which is why I found myself in Carrick Little car park with a full Camelbak, a rough idea of timings and some squashed jam sandwiches in my pocket... bring.. it..on...
The brutal drop from Binnian down to Wee Binnian
Me before
The weather was perfect as I jogged up the track, cool, clear and no indication of the gusty Westerlies that had been forecast and which would no doubt soon be trying to batter me back down Slieve Binnian. I decided this time to use my i-pod, as trying to maintain motivation with just my own internal mental dialogue for company was tough last time and became counter productive when the pain really kicked in and my brain slinked off to some of its darker corners. This time I was planning to plug in and switch off, letting the music carry me on a wave of euphoria.. or at least drown out my wheezing lungs and clicking hip. As anticipated, the wind was very strongly in my face up Binnian so I settled into an easy rhythm and set a soft target of 35 mins to the top. I was pleased to arrive in 31 but less pleased when I took a mouthful of raisins and realised that the wind was too strong for me to continue running into it and be able to breathe through my nose, I had to turn away until they were chewed. A minute lost, it all adds up.
My report last time mentioned the fact that I descended the section to Wee Binnian like an arthritic old woman. This time with fresher legs I was much smoother and also found a cleaner line, probably the speed of a healthy old woman. The momentum carried me over the steep lump of the Wee one and on down to Silent Valley. 55 mins over the dam, on target and feeling strong. The next section is where it all got lost in a blur of pain, annoyance, dehydration and frustration last time. If you read the last report you'll know how much I enjoyed Slieve Muck but this time I realised that Slievenaglogh is a tight pull too, I'd just forgotten it in the hazy hysteria previously. With Muck built up as the big enemy in my head though it was almost inevitable that I was going to cruise it. I was happily running the lower slopes and taking a phone call (proper multi-tasking) when I spotted two walkers way up ahead. That was all the motivation I needed and I clawed my way up the Muck Directissima line adjacent to the rocks (TD+), taking the straightest possible route. The walkers were looking impressed (and a bit bemused) as they watched me run up towards them before clambering up the final gulley with an on-the-go explanation of what I was doing. Slieve Muck summit, 1Hr 51.
On last week's run I definitely cocked up my fuel intake in a huge way, dried snacks and too little water meant that refuelling was near impossible. This time I was armed with better food, instant energy and so I ate the first Fudge bar that I've had in about 20 years. They've definitely shrunk but it did the job and I ran down towards Carn singing my adaptation of the old advert 'a finger of Fudge is just enough to get you as far as Slieve Meelbeg'. Again the advantage of the Carrick Little start became clear as I hit this section still feeling alive and was able to run happily over Slieves Loughshannagh, Meelbeg and Meelmore, only power walking the steepest sections and I was definitely quicker on the downs, the confidence of recently doing the route allowing me to recognise a surprising amount of detail and make better line choices.
I was expecting my legs to give out at some point and where better than Slieve Bernagh. Its steep, gritty slopes interspersed with agonisingly angled granite boulders sapped at my reserves, bringing on the onset of stiff legs and I almost hit the wall (metaphorically!). I was a relieved man when I saw the Tors rearing up and jogged on to the summit, throwing down my bag and reaching for the aforementioned sandwich. Bit of a tangent here but bear with me. Many years ago I bet my friend Mark Palin that he wouldn't eat all the remains of a day's washing up from the sink at work. Not one to turn down a challenge he arranged the remnants from the plug into three small piles (which were comprised mostly of food detritus but also metal shards from the scrubbers and detergent scum) and he forced them down one by one. His face was grey and he retched a few times and yet I reckon he enjoyed that meal more than I enjoyed my sandwich! All endurance athletes will be familiar with the debilitating nausea which builds up in your stomach and then starts to dominate your whole body. My stomach was definitely not in the humour to accept this offering without a fight and so it was an ongoing battle to retain my sandwich all the way down Bernagh. I won the fight, just, and felt stronger for it as I pushed on along the ridge.
Knowing how long the route was and how my legs reacted from last time was a huge advantage when it came to pacing this attempt. I knew I was pushing harder and also anticipated some trouble on the steep final climbs of Commedagh and Donard but I didn't expect any cramp. Unfortunately the familiar shots of pain started emanating from my calfs as I strode up the steeper lower slopes of Commedagh. Fortunately, at that point I came across the water pipe which sticks out half way up the slope, yet another advantage of the Carrick Little start point. Camelbak filled I hungrily gulped down a half litre, easing the pain and getting me shifting again.
Donard passed without too much hassle, the familiarity of its upper slopes allowing me to concentrate on striding out as long as possible and pass as many walkers as I could. I was still aware of the obvious effort and started speculating on how much time had elapsed so far. I'd made a conscious decision not to consult my watch between designated points and so I'd not even glanced since I passed the stile between the Meels which had signalled the end of my previous circuit. As I'd been at 2:25 then I was anticipating around 4:10 on Donard summit so it blew me away when I looked down and saw 3:49. Bugger the 4:45, I could nail the 4:30!
Recently reading the brilliant 'Feet in the Clouds' I remembered the tale of an aborted attempt on the famous Bob Graham Round, a gruelling 72 mile fell run which must be completed in 24hrs or less. The author was pushing on through unimaginable pain as he drifted further and further behind his target splits until finally he decided enough was enough. Quite literally the second he made that decision he went from functioning human being to a spent force, unable to drag himself a further yard without assistance, the brain very much dictates the body! The same is true in reverse. My aches and pains temporarily deserted me as I skipped on down to the Bog of Donard and powered straight in, oblivious to the soaking and unconcerned by the returning cramp. This euphoria could only last so long though and as I hit the final couple of kilometres my body started to lodge some serious complaints, my calves were like rocks, both hips were agony and my quads were in ribbons but the goalposts had been moved, I sniffed glory and I wasn't letting go. All fluency had gone from my running as I drove hard off the hillside of Long Seefin, down the track and on to the road. The final sprint was fuelled by sheer bloody mindedness as I drew any remaining reserves in a desperate bid to beat an arbitrary time which hadn't even been my original target. I hammered to the end, stopped the watch and...... 4:28:10, vindicated. Credit where credit's due.
Pushing yourself that hard has a strange effect on your emotions and I was a bit choked up as I drove up the road, pride? exhaustion? I'm not sure. I think that I'm rarely that pleased with things I do and on this occasion I knew I'd dug deep, I'd learned from my mistakes and I'd had the balls to get straight back out and set the record straight. This may sound dramatic but I really can't explain the disappointment I felt at the first attempt knowing how hard I'd worked and yet how many errors I'd made and how poor I felt my time was.
So how did I take over an hour off my time?
1) Started in the right place - Starting in Carrick Little meant I was fresh for what I still consider to be the hardest section and I was able to stretch my legs out along the good running of the ridge line over the big peaks. It also meant that I hit the water pipe on Commedagh at exactly the right time.
2) I knew the route - No dragging across fields, over fences and rivers. The road finish is longer but much, much faster.
3) I could gauge my pace - Prior to my last run I'd never gone hard over twenty miles in the mountains before. This time I knew I didn't need to hold back, I attacked where I needed to and kept it sensible on the worst ground. I cramped up a little bit near the end but I've had that in 3 mile races too!
4) I wanted to - I went out once and suffered and ended up gutted. I wasn't about to let that happen again.
So there it is, my Mourne Wall chapter is done. This time I won't be returning anytime soon. Do I think I could slash my time again? Certainly not to that degree! I think if I keep doing a bit of training and putting in some miles coupled with a stiller day and slightly drier ground I could get near 4:10.00 but at this stage in my running sub-4 is a bit unrealistic. However, I'm enjoying my running so in a years time maybe I could come back with a GPS and have a dig at the very long standing record.
Next up, the Mourne 500 and a genuine record attempt. Watch this space....
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Good find Liam,that's a great read :)
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And more than slightly mad!
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Amazing effort. I think he can be happy with that time for a good while! I'd be delighted with his first outing.
As for a record attempt on the 500s...that's going to hurt. I guess if you are going to the trouble of doing it, you may as well try to beat the record as there haven't been that many attempts yet. Best of luck to him. I'll maybe have a go myself next year or two, but really not feeling it right now ;D
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Just reading up on what the 500 is. That would be something I would need a week at, not just 1 day :o
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Think I'll try that Mourne 500 some day, but I def won't be going for the record!
3hrs 56 mins to do the wall is astonishing.
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Some photos of my recent walk around the Mourne Wall. Will hopefully do a proper write-up when I get a chance..
http://www.flickr.com/photos/50277096@N00/sets/72157631505133358/with/7973437668/
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Some really nice photos paulocon of the Mournes,& other ranges in Ireland,karma :)