
Originally Posted by
Duff
Defining memories of the day;
Getting to the top of Whernside and realising that although we'd already done 2 of the Yorkshire three peaks, we'd hadn't really started the race!
Cheese pasty and beans in a polystyrene cup at Dent after about 20 miles
At least an hour of horizontal rain and hail on Blea Moor
Getting stuck in a bog coming off Middle Tongue and having to lay flat so I could spread my weight and extricate myself
A horrible realisation that we'd made a semi-serious nav error in the clag/dark/icy wind coming off Buckden and having to basically climb Buckden Pike twice.
Coming close to redistributing my toys from the preambulator when descending Gt Whenside get getting befuddled in the same s**t weather and in even stickier bog
Getting to within about 6 miles of the finish before underestimating my required food. Cue retching, dizziness, and strange hallucinations that we were next to a road with loads of diggers lined up with orange flashing lights.
Then, recovering and finishing with our group chatting and laughing down the last three miles after Yarnbury after twenty hours .
In addition to this, the other thing I’ll remember is the good humour and friendliness of both the staff and competitors.
Good do. I’ll be back.