Ever since I had a chance encounter with Mike Stroud, I’ve always held Ran Fiennes in a kind of awe. The sheer determination which he has, and the way he uses that determination to overcome the kind of stresses which, let’s face it, most of us don’t even know exist – well it is truly awesome.
So it was a bit sad for me to hear that he didn’t manage to get round a BG. I mean, after some of his earlier exploits, you would think a BG might be a doddle for a man like him, wouldn’t you?
But then, I remembered a conversation I had with a runner on the Long Mynd the other year. He’d done a BG with his club during the previous year, and I was asking him how it left him – and his response surprised me. I expected him to say that his legs were struggling to get the same kind of speed or some thing like that, but he just said that he felt ... bewildered.
You see, his club was one of these clubs that has what they call a BG-machine – a set of keen individuals who turn out at the drop of a hat and provide a kind of one-stop shop for any prospective BG runner in the club. Agree a date and there it was – a well honed team of navigators, rucsack-carriers, foot masseurs and transport drivers – ready to whisk you around the course, point you in the right direction and keep you on course, and (of course) on schedule.
Naturally, you have to do the running yourself – but everything else is done for you. Nappy changing, bottom wiping? – certainly, sir, no problem.
So when I asked my Long Mynd friend which bits of his round that he enjoyed the most, he said he could really only remember the final run into Keswick with any clarity – the rest had been all a bit of a blur, as seen (in his words) through the eyes of a zombie. Even Broad Stand, which he had been dreading (after all the tales he had previously been told) was just a frenzied pass-the-parcel-on-a-rope experience, and now that he’d taken up rock climbing, he just wished he could have savoured the experience a little bit more.
Which is also what he thought about the rest of the round. He told me that he would really like to do it again, on his own, with nobody helping particularly – maybe with a like-minded mate to share the views and provide some company for the inevitable low points.
And I think my friend has a very valid point. I mean, how exactly did Bob Graham himself get around the lakes all those years ago, in his boots and his funny shorts?
And, as for my hero Ran ... perhaps the problem wasn’t so much the challenge, as the lack of it?