Lands End to John O'Groats, Day 8 - near, far, wherever you are.

Day 8 Morning

I woke up after an awful nights sleep due to my ribs. I move around a hell of a lot in my sleep because my bone tumour makes my legs hurt if I am in the same position for too long. Once my ribs were bust each and every movement in bed woke me up in heaps of pain. We'd decided against the full English breakfast that the farmer's wife made for the campers. It was a little on the expensive side and I wasn't convinced I would keep it down once I set off. I still regret not having it, I have a feeling it would have been a huge breakfast cooked really well.
We left the campsite and headed for our start point near Leominster but today I didn't get the same relief from the rib pain when I sat in the race chair. In fact it was worse, a lot worse. Along with the bust ribs I had a small tear in my left pec and my chest was really tight so I was struggling for breath. Only a few hundred meters after setting off I said to Nick we needed to pull in at the next layby as I was in a bit of trouble. I'm quite good with pain, my legs hurt 24/7 so normally a bit more pain doesn't bother me but the ribs, pec and asthma symptoms were a bit too much for me. Before we got to the next layby we saw a guy who was walking in the opposite direction - John O'Groats to Lands End. He was doing it unsupported so everything he needed for the trip was in his kit bag on his back. We both clapped each other and although we didn't stop it was really nice to acknowledge each others efforts. I got a buzz off someone doing something similar to me, it gave me a boost to see someone almost as nuts as I am.
Around 5 minutes after passing the JOGLE walker I spotted two ladies parked up on the grass verge on the opposite side of the road. They were making lots of noise, clapping and cheering whilst trying to cross the busy main road. They managed to cross just as I got level with them. They shouted good luck and told me I was amazing. They handed Nick a couple of quid sponsorship and he stopped to talk to them and explain what I was doing and who I was doing it for. Their kind words and donation to the charity gave me a real boost. They already seemed to have a rough idea what I was doing, maybe they had seen the motorhome decals or some of the press reports thanks to Elouise, Natalie and Lance's hard work back at home. I managed to limp on to the 6 mile mark thanks to the motivation I received from both the JOGLE walker and the two ladies enthusiasm. Nick had already spoken to Ed and Ant through the motorhome window to tell them I needed to sort myself out ASAP. Ed found the closest layby and when I pulled in the deckchairs were out, my meds were waiting for me and Ant was making a brew - maybe my magic medicine might help! I took some painkillers and myself and Ed put some padding in the chair to slightly change my seating position and hopefully relieve some of my pain. I also took my inhaler to ease my chest, I very rarely use my inhaler these days because my asthma doesn't bother me often. It's normally only when I am ill I struggle for breath.

On our way towards Shrewsbury

Passing by Ludlow Castle, just a glimpse of it in the distance

When the pain meds had kicked in we set off again, heading for our 9th county of the challenge - Shropshire. The flattest part of the entire push so far was when we came past The Shropshire Hills Centre. It tickled both Nick and me that there wasn't a hill in sight! To say I wasn't able to push properly I was batting along very well. It was frustrating that I was having to hold back, I'd have loved to see how fast I could have pushed on this route uninjured. My heart rate was only 136bpm which is lower than when I warm up before a training session on the track. In the end I managed to grind out just over 24 miles.

A car proving these signpost shots aren't staged! Shropshire.

Another level crossing.

Nick had to virtually lift me in to the motorhome which was parked in a pub carpark, I couldn't lift my arm high enough to grab the handrail to pull myself in. When I did make it inside the motorhome I just couldn't get comfortable so I ended up laying down again. I hate seeing people work when I can't join in. I buttered some bread in my bed for the sandwiches but I couldn't make myself useful in any other way. Dave from The 53 Foundation had got a radio station to interview me
over the phone. I absolutely hate talking on the phone. If Mother Hubbard gets 30 seconds of conversation over the phone she has done well. I have no idea where this phone call stress has come from but I've had it a while and try to text wherever possible. So I was totally bricking it, I made the lads take Bonnie for a walk so they weren't listening in and laughing at me. I managed to get through the interview without stuttering or swearing and I was pretty pleased with it in the end. The interview  was to be played out a few times whilst I was in the area.

Day 8 Morning Stats

Miles: 24.34
Time: 2:16:29
Average Moving Speed: 10.7mph
Top Speed: 31.4mph
Slowest Mile Split: Mile 13 - 8:00
Fastest Mile Split: Mile 9 - 3:22
Total Ascent: 916ft
Average Heart Rate: 136bpm
Max Heart Rate: 154bpm

Day 8 Morning Progress Maps

Day 8 Afternoon

I took another strong pain killer at lunch to make getting back in my chair more bearable. The support I was getting on the A49 was incredible, lots of people were pipping, waving, clapping and cheering. I loved it! It really helped to pass the time and the miles whilst I was suffering. This part of the route was largely downhill so my average speed was the fastest of any push so far in the challenge.
The day had started to get really hot, both Nick and I were melting on one of the few climbs of Day 8. A car came past with the driver beeping out a tune with his horn. We both smiled and waved at him and didn't think much of it until in the next village the car looked like it had been dumped by joy riders. It had been parked in a hurry that's for sure - half on a grass verge at a wonky angle. The driver was stood on the pavement waiting for us to get to him. He had dumped the car and legged it to the village shop to buy us an ice cold bottle of water each. We stopped to accept the bottles from him and to thank him, he had seen us the day before as well as on today's morning push and he'd guessed what I was doing. He gave us £20 sponsorship when he heard about the work The 53 Foundation do, he was really interested in the charity do but told us to get on our way so we could get some more miles in. A few moments later he came past us again beeping his horn like a mad man - he had well and truly got in the spirit of things! I don't know the guy's name but on the off chance he reads this blog - thanks very much for your kindness!

Some hills in Shropshire but nowhere near the hill centre!

Nick giving the thumbs up.

It's really odd how much better a random act of kindness can make your day. A wave from the car would have kept my spirits up but what he did changed my mind set from 'lots of people want me to fail and I'm in pain' to 'Lots of random people who don't know me, friends and family believe in me'

Getting ready to pull in for a brew.

We were heading for Shrewsbury that day as I was being given a free massage and treatment from a physio at Shrewsbury Town FC. My higher speed got me there faster than expected so I chose to use the extra time before my massage to take on Shrewsbury's ring road instead of leaving it until the morning. I had Ed and Ant driving behind me to protect me from cars driving into me so I felt a lot safer than a day earlier at Gloucester. For most of the dual carriageway I was loving the smooth tarmac. A good road surface can make a massive difference to the speed of a wheelchair, with our wheels not being in line like a bikes wheels it makes it much harder to avoid pot holes or even rough patches of worn tarmac. The only hairy part of this section of road was each time we reached a junction with people trying to enter or leave the ring road, again this is somewhere the second vehicle would have helped. I'd have felt a lot safer sandwiched between two vehicles. I had visions of a car bunny hopping the motorhome, cutting across the front of it to make an exit and taking Nick and I out in the process. Whilst on the ring road Nick spotted a sign for Preston
"Wow! Mate, We're nearly at Preston, I was meant to tell mum and dad when I was near Preston so they could come and visit us."
" Nick you dick! That is not the Preston you are thinking of!"
"Well how do you know that? It says Preston!"
"It says Preston 3 miles."
"so!?"
"So, bloody Preston is more than 3 miles from Shrewsbury you fecking tit!"
   You really do have to love Nick, he's not thick at all, he just doesn't think before he opens his mouth. It's like his eyes bypass his brain and sends the message to speak straight to his mouth. He see's something and makes a daft comment straightaway without thinking about it. I love it.
   Once we found our exit off the ring road we went through our now slick routine, Ed and Nick stripping the chair down and attaching the bike to the back of the motorhome whilst Ant got me my recovery drinks and bars.... along with a cup of tea. I'd say we had it down to less than 5 minutes now everyone knew their rolls. We headed for New Meadow stadium which is the home of Shrewsbury Town Football Club, one of their physios had stayed behind to treat me. The receptionist called the physio, Richie, down to see me and I followed him through the stadium in a mini behind the scenes tour to get to the treatment room. We had a quick chat about the challenge, the action of pushing a chair and the niggles I'd been feeling. Obviously there was nothing he could do for my ribs but he gave a really thorough massage of my full back, neck, shoulders, biceps and triceps then did what he could with my pecs. We got on pretty well, I'm a qualified massage therapist so we had a bit in common. We chatted all about sports and how bad some people are at sports massage, I struggle like mad at home to find somebody who can massage properly. A lot of therapists are scared to go deep enough so all they are doing is stroking you better which I find a bit creepy. A good sports massage is pretty uncomfortable as they put a lot of pressure on. That is exactly what Richie was doing, it was sore but I knew it would be worth it. He then used ultrasound on my pec to aid the healing process. He spent a lot of time working on me and I was really grateful.
 After Richie had treated me he led me through the changing rooms to the contrast baths. Two very big baths one which he ran hot water in to, the other he filled with cold water and four buckets of ice. I then spent 20 minutes switching between the baths every 2 minutes. Unlike footballers who can get away with sitting in a shallow bath just icing their legs, most of my niggles were upper body niggles; I had to lay down in the ice. The contrast between hot and cold made the hot feel burning hot and the cold feel like Kate Winslet was going to push me off her plank of wood to my certain death before saving herself. It really wasn't pleasant. After 20 minutes of the torture of Celine Dion belting out 'My Heart Will Go On' on loop in my head I towelled off and instantly felt better. Yes my ribs felt sore but my other niggles were a thousand times better.

Richie Higgs and myself post massage.

Luckily I hadn't drowned in the ice bath.

I called the lads to let them know I would be ready shortly, they had been to find the campsite. It was Oxon Hall Touring Park and they were Our 8th free site. It wasn't far from the Stadium so it didn't take long for them to get back for me. I introduced Richie to the lads and Bonnie and asked him for some photos for facebook. Then it was time for goodbyes, what a top lad for staying behind after work to help me out for free. He didn't rush the job either. The people of Shropshire had been by far the friendliest on the trip so far. I'd had so much support that day it was humbling.
  During the drive to the campsite, after Ed's double entendre fest around the subject of getting a massage from a lad, the three of them were telling me how beautiful this new campsite was and how we had an amazing pitch right next to a very large pond. They weren't wrong, the campsite was very posh, the pitch was a lovely one too. If Mother Hubbard went caravanning then its the type of site that she would love. When I saw the list of rules and regulations I couldn't help wishing we were back at the Nicholson's farm with the one rule of not damaging his precious grass! No swearing!? What is that bollocks about? We broke that rule a few hundred times that's for sure. We had to keep reminding each other that we had the windows open!

Our motorhome right next to the pond.

A lovely spot.

   That night Ed made a cracking Thai Green Curry. One of my favourite meals and in a minor miracle Nick actually tried some. I think the beige colour helped him get his head around eating something that wasn't chips, noodles, chicken or fish in bread crumbs, bread, toast, plain rice...
   I was absolutely knackered so I went to bed at 7:30PM I tied a scarf around the slats on Nicks bed above mine to pull myself up with as doing a sit up was extremely painful because of the ribs. I also hung a towel over another slat to section off what was meant to be the foot end of the bed. The foot end was very narrow as the bathroom cut into the bed at this point. I had decided to use that end for my head as I could make it darker with the towel but also by having a pillow next to me there was zero space to roll over and wake myself up in pain during the night. Nick was up late again working on my gloves with his sewing needle, Ed and Ant stayed up to keep him company and they took bonnie for a long walk too. I was happy with my 45 miles for the day and glad to be moving north now!

Day 8 Afternoon Stats

Miles: 20.64
Time: 1:38:04
Average Moving Speed: 12.6mph
Top Speed: 29.9mph
Slowest Mile Split: Mile 4 - 6:46
Fastest Mile Split: Mile 8 - 3:07
Total Ascent: 427ft
Average Heart Rate: 141bpm
Max Heart Rate:163bpm

Day 8 Afternoon Progress Maps

Total Daily Mileage 44.98

2016 - The Challenge of a Lifetime

So after my injury late in 2015 I have been put back by quite a chunk, I missed out on a trip to Dubai for the marathon there and I am now up against it to get fit for the +Virgin Money London Marathon. Hopefully I can get myself in shape for London, it is usually the biggest challenge of the year for me. All that will change this year when London is going to be a total walk in the park compared to the challenge I have set for myself later in the year..
 Starting on 11th August I'm going to attempt to be the first person in history to push from Lands End to John O'Groats in a manual wheelchair. I am also aiming to do this faster than it has been done in an electric wheelchair. The current record for an electric wheelchair is 30 days. My target is to knock two days off that record using arm power alone. Well, I say my target, it is actually +Guinness World Records target, even though this challenge hasn't been done before they have said they will only award me the world record if I do it in under 29 days. I seems a bit harsh when the Electric Wheelchair world record is 30 days but hey ho! 28 days it is! To do that I will need to push around 33 miles per day without a rest day for four weeks. To put that into perspective I have only completed two marathons in my life and even if you include my pre marathon warm up that would only be around 27 to 28 miles on marathon day..... and then I have 4 or 5 days off after the race. What have I gotten myself in to here?? haha!

Lands End to John O'Groats in a Wheelchair, I must be mad!

 Why?
Well there are several reasons why I want to do something out of the ordinary. The first is a personal one. I sustained my injury in 2007 whilst competing in Finland in the World Ultra Multi Events Championships. I had been entered in the Double Decathlon, 20 events over two days, every Olympic athletics event plus the 200m hurdles. I had been looking forward to taking part and I was in the shape of my life, my main two events the 400m hurdles and 400m had been going great. I had been smashing PB's all season and the rest of the club had been performing well too. At the time I competed for Blackburn Harriers, we had some amazing juniors coming through in the field events and that meant I was getting some top class tips on my weak events. Particularly  from Sophie Hitchon  on the throws (she was about to become British record holder in the hammer) and Holly Bleasdale's first coach for Pole Vault (a few years later she was to smash the British record). Everything was going great on the prep for Finland. Everything except peoples faith in my ability to complete the double decathlon, I was literally getting people telling me not to do it on a daily bases. I had absolutely no doubt that I could do 20 events in 2 days. I just wanted to get on with it and prove everybody wrong!
 It didn't quite happen how I had planned! My first event was the 100m where I broke my personal best, I hadn't run a PB in the 100m for over 8 years so this just confirmed to me that I was going to smash the next 19 events. The second event was the Long Jump, my first jump was poor so I adjusted my run up and my second jump equalled my PB, again it was an old PB so I was over the moon to equal it. Now this is where I went wrong, my plan for the jumps and throws was to retire early if I had an early attempt I was happy with and conserve energy for later in the competition. I made a choice that changed my life by deciding to stray from the battle plan and take my third jump to try and break my PB outright. When I took off for the third time my right foot was in slightly the wrong position and I left my leg behind. I suffered numerous injuries - I broke my pelvis, snapped muscles, damaged major blood vessels, damaged nerves and tore muscles. The pain was horrendous, nobody helped me up, I had do some stange manoeuvres to get onto my feet. Once on my feet in had to shuffle off into the stand, using steps of about 1 inch whilst in massive pain. In a way I am glad it happened in the second event, to me that means it wasn't the double decathlon that caused the injury - I would do 4 or 5 events at league meets for my club so 100m and long jump were not excessive.
When I got home I had a lot of people saying "I told you so" sometimes it was masked but mainly it was delivered in a blunt way. Since that time I have never been in a position in which I can prove to the doubters and to myself that my body is capable of doing extraordinary things. That might sound arrogant but it's not that I believe I am one of a special few that are capable of doing extraordinary things. I believe everyone on the planet can do extraordinary things - if they work hard and it means enough to them they can do something amazing. I turn 33 in July, I feel now is the time to do my 'Amazing thing'. I want something to be proud of, something to prove I wasn't being silly when I travelled to Finland to take on those 20 events and lets be honest, a double decathlon is child's play in comparison to pushing a wheelchair 900 miles.

At an event shortly before the World Ultra Multi Events Championships in Finland.

    The second and more important reason for taking on this challenge is to raise money for charity. I have been overwhelmed since taking up wheelchair athletics by the kindness most people show towards me. Right at the start of my venture into wheelchair athletics a local journalist introduced me to Candice Heys and Garry Wilkinson who had been part of a team of runners that took part in the Everest Marathon to raise money to help disabled people take part in sport. They helped me a great deal at the start by providing me with training kit and paying my gym fees. At the time I was struggling with the benefits system as I had never claimed before my injury and none of my family had ever claimed before either. It took 10months to get my benefits sorted so without the support of the Everest gang I would not have been able to start training.
The village that my dad lived in a few years ago raised the money to buy my first custom built wheelchair. The village of East Runton in Norfolk did so much to help me and I only knew a handful of the residents. They had cake sales, a village bizarre, sponsored walks and lots more. Without the generosity of complete strangers I would have had to struggle on with a second hand, worn out old chair that kept breaking, it was so badly fitted it was slicing into my love handles during every training session - attractive!

My first custom built race chair, largely paid for by the villagers of East Runton

More recently I have been having lots of help and support from the Weir Archer Academy, an athletics club and charity that was set up by David Weir and his long term coach Jenny Archer as part of their effort towards the 2012 legacy that we heard about in every news bulletin during 2012. They wanted to help people of all levels of ability get involved with wheelchair athletics. Jenny is my coach now too and David is always there if I need any help and advice. To have two sporting legends in my corner is a real confidence boost. WAA has helped me out so much since I joined, I've managed to compete all over Europe, I'm sure the number of race invites I get has increased because I am part of WAA.
I have been brought up to believe if you accept help when you need it you should be prepared to give help when you are in a position to do so. Although I am not rich by any stretch of the imagination I am physically and mentally strong enough to take LEJOG on and raise lots of money. It is important to me to raise money for a charity that will go towards disabled people taking part in sport and leading a healthy lifestyle. I'm not sure where I would be without doing sport but I am sure it wouldn't be as good a place as I am in now which brings me on to the third reason for taking on this challenge.
    This reason is the hardest one for me to talk about. I have struggled with depression from being a teenager, 90% of the time it was kept under control with my running and social life. It wasn't something I recognised as depression until after my injury, looking back it definitely was. I want to raise awareness of depression in sportsmen and to encourage people to talk openly about mental health issues. If you have flu you talk about it with everyone from family to complete strangers. Wouldn't it be great if people opened up and spoke about depression before they got to the stage when they are leaning over the edge of a bridge contemplating jumping?
 After my injury I went on a huge downward spiral. At the same time my only real relationship ended and I struggled to cope - in fact I didn't really cope, I was a mess and I messed up. I started hanging around with a group of..... erm.... cockwombles. Complete and utter oxygen thieves. I was going out Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays with this group of idiots. They were all drug users - mainly bubble which was popular at the time. I ended up nearly 3 stone overweight, I had never had a weight problem before but the drinking and sitting in a wheelchair all day everyday soon took its toll. This bunch of halfwits were pretending to be my mates when in reality, each time we went out, they were taking money out of my bank account without me knowing and using my bank card to buy drugs online. In a way and yes, I know this sounds odd; I have a lot to thank them for. Without them stealing over £1500 off me I would probably still be going out with them. I may even be an addict myself by now if they hadn't stolen from me. I may have even continued on the downward spiral of depression until it was me hanging over the bridge contemplating jumping.

Me looking awful with some of my 'friends'.

Luckily the experience of being a cash cow for down and outs gave me the kick up the backside that I needed to try and sort my life out. I looked awful but I had been ignoring my fat body and bad skin. I decided to go to the track and do a few laps in my NHS wheelchair. It took me over 3 minutes to do a lap which really upset me but I went back each week. I fell out of my chair lots of times but I kept getting back in, kept going back for more and kept improving physically. Interestingly my depression eased too. I've now got to a point at which when I am training and racing my depression is in its box and causes me no problems whatsoever, the problem occurs when I am injured or ill and I can't take part in exercise. I think it is important for sportsmen to talk about depression to help make people more aware of what is going on. Great strides have been taken in the last few years to remove the stigma from mental illness but we still have a long way to go. From time to time on the build up to my LEJOG attempt I will mention my depression on this blog - not for sympathy but because I want people, especially sportsmen, to understand suffering with depression doesn't make you weak it's just part of life and it can be treated. You can't attempt to push a wheelchair 900miles and be weak!

This is me 9 months after I decided a change was needed. Still overweight but much happier.

   Another reason for me attempting LEJOG is just simply that I love Great Britain and I want to see as much of it as possible!

Planning this epic challenge is going to take lots of organising and I am looking for people to help with that, I already have a small team on board but if you can help out with admin please get in touch ASAP using this email address Ant400mh@Hotmail.co.uk . There is a lot of admin to do from now until the start, if you can donate one afternoon's worth of work between now and August or a couple of hours a week between now and August it will be massively appreciated.


Please visit the 'Pledge Help for LEJOG' page to see the other help I need and for a list of equipment I need to source. This page will evolve soon to include a 'rota' for people to see which days during the challenge I will be closest to where you live and what help I need everyday of the challenge.

We also have a 'Meet the Team' page on it's way and each and every person that helps will get a mention there. Companies that want to  sponsor the challenge or offer help in anyway will get coverage and a link to their company website on the 'Sponsors' page which will be launched soon.

Please keep checking back for all the latest news on my training and preparation for my challenge. Please spread the word too, the more people that know about the challenge the bigger the success it will be!

Thanks
Ant

Let's do this!!

Review of 2015 - Massive Highs and Bottomless Lows.

Well 2015 was a funny old year!

 I started out well with that 5min PB in the London Marathon and then went on to prepare for the Great Manchester 10K. It's a race I love because it is the closest to home that I have ever raced and I've always found it a shame that it doesn't attract a bigger field. 2015 was different a few coincidences made it the biggest wheelchair field the race had ever had, there were new athletes involved, people who would normally be at the Swiss champs were there and a couple of racers came out of retirement. All that meant that there was no way I was going to defend my 3rd place from 2014 so it was all about the time for me.
  As soon as the gun went there was the mad charge that seems to happen in every race although it is heightened at Manchester as there are two start lines that are on opposite sides of the road and the athletes cannot see each other. We set off harder because we don't want to be left behind by the athletes on the other side of the road. After about 80m the two groups come together on a gentle bend, there was a clash of chairs at this point in 2014 and with the extra athletes involved in 2015 it was no different. I took a big hit from Mark Telford (the guy I argued with mid race during the London Marathon) I think I swore at him but didn't think much of it at the time and just got on with my race. The first 1km or so is downhill so we get some decent speed going, the lead two were off and gone in the distance but they were David Weir and Simon Lawson who are a cut above the rest of the athletes in the UK. I would have expected the likes of Patrick Monahan, John Smith, Nathan Maguire and Stuart Bloor to be ahead of the likes of myself and Callum Hall but they weren't! When the mad dash at the start had settled we had got involved in a huge group with a few of the other athletes that don't normally race at Manchester, the group was a bit ragged at first but myself and Callum soon got them in order and working together. We were both laughing to ourselves, both knowing that really we weren't the most experienced or the fastest in that group - we were just the gobby ones that took control. We didn't half shift, most people doing their bit at the front of the field, John was a bit lazy and did virtually nothing but in the end he was out sprinted by somebody we could have dropped earlier in the race if he'd of helped us out - swift justice!
  Whilst heading towards Old Trafford we could still see Dave and Simon ahead so we knew we were going well. Just after Old Trafford there are some corners on the course and I realised that without putting any effort in I was hitting the front of the pack just because my cornering was better. I decided that when we got to the worst corner on the race I would hit it hard and try and break up the pack as I knew most of them could outsprint me and that would leave me outside the top ten. So, I sprinted into the corner, didn't break and then worked out of the corner. I had a quick look over my shoulder and I had dropped the whole pack by 20m or more, everybody in that pack had a faster 10km PB than me so I fully expected most if not all of them to catch me. I was just over halfway in the race, I knew I couldn't keep a group of faster athletes behind me whilst they were working together. I didn't make a break for home, I simply kept myself moving at a decent speed so the pack would need to work to get back to me. I hoped that as they were chasing me down the weaker members of the pack would drop off the back and once the leaders in the pack caught me I would be fresh enough to up the pace again and open up the gap between us and the weaker athletes. It worked! Exactly what I wanted to happen did so! I was a bit gutted that one of the athletes dropped was Callum who I get on great with, he was having a great push none the less. Another was Stuart who I had only ever beaten at Half and Marathon up until that point. Unfortunately, with about 2km or less to go, as the course started to climb a small gap opened up in the group of six I was racing in and it was me getting dropped. I kept working hard hoping that somebody else may be dropped and that I may get to pick them off but the five remaining lads kept strong and finished well. When I crossed the line I couldn't believe the time I had produced 24:04! Well over 2min Knocked off my 10km PB! Yes, it wasn't the 3rd place I got in 2014 but 8th in a fast time feels better to me. The post race analysis consisted mainly of people asking what had happened at the start between me and Mark Telford, apparently it looked like we were both going to come out of our chairs. Two people asked if it was round 2 of the London Marathon ranting. It wasn't, Mark had been rammed into me  by an inexperienced athlete when the two starts merged. There was no malice in it at all and we had a good chat about the accident and about London. He is actually a sound guy. We both apologised for shouting in London and shook hands.
  After manchester I set my sights fully on the Swiss Marathon Champs, My club the Weir Archer Academy sponsored myself, Martyna Snopek and Justin Levene's travel and board. It felt great to be representing the club abroad I wanted to produce something that people would be proud of. I trained really hard for the event and felt in the best shape I have ever been in. The trip started with a long drive down to London to sleep on Martyna's sofa the night before we flew from Luton airport. On the morning we were flying we headed over to the airport and parked up, I didn't have a disabled parking bay so had to park miles from the airport and push my race chair in its flight box, two wheel bags and a suitcase across a gravel carpark and then catch the bus to the airport. I didn't half get some funny looks! Once inside the airport we tried to check in and because we were flying with EasyJet the inevitable happened - we were dealt with by idiots! When booking the tickets we had let them know we were flying with wheelchairs and sports chairs, they were given the dimensions and weights of the chairs and my travel box. I had over estimated the weight of my box and told them 36kg, on the day it weighed 32kg but they wouldn't let me check it in as it was over 30kg! They let me book tickets stating I would be travelling with a 36kg box telling me there would be no problem and they would put a note on the system... but a box 4kg lighter was "too heavy"! I explained that there should be a note on their system from when we booked and the manager who had been called over said she could see the note but the box was still over 30kg so it didn't matter. Well over an hour of arguing ended with somebody else higher up the hierarchy letting me check in. It did sour the start of the trip, being made to wait at the side of the queue whilst passengers stared at us and EasyJet staff pointed at, talked about us and asked ridiculous questions like "does it have an engine?". Once checked in we literally had minutes to get to the gate and sort ourselves out. The flight was ok, I had Martyna hanging off my arm as she is petrified of flying! I don't like flying either so I couldn't do anything other than completely blank her! We must of looked like a really odd pair, her clamped onto my arm and me with head phones on watching a film an not even looking at her. What makes it even stranger is that Martyna is doing a masters in Avionics! She knows how safe planes are and knows exactly how they work yet she is petrified, haha!
  Once landed in Switzerland the problems continued, EasyJet had left Justin's race chair behind so whilst he was sorting out what was going on we stacked all 6 wheels, Martyna's race chair and all 3 suitcases on my travel box and I wheeled it through the airport whilst Martyna went to find the race organisers who were supposed to be picking us up. There was no sign of them. They eventually got there an hour and a half after we had made it through arrivals. Once checked into the hotel that was lovely we headed down into the town to try and find some cheaper food, the food in the hotel was very expensive but even the Aldi store in the town was a bit pricey. Whilst going through the town Martyna noticed my wheelchair looked odd, we stopped to look and it had been completely battered during the EasyJet flight all the wheels were buckled and the frame twisted. On our way back to the hotel up a very steep hill both of my castors broke so I had to pull a wheelie whilst carrying my shopping. Justin and Martyna just abandoned me, it must have taken me a good half hour to get up the hill. When I was about 1 minute away from the top Martyna wheeled back to me to offer to take my shopping bag, it took everything I had not to blow up at them both - there is noway on earth I would ever leave a friend to struggle like that.... actually I wouldn't even leave a stranger to struggle. Never mind, they live in the south so I guess thats normal!
 On race day we were bussed down to the start in the next town, it was raining heavily and very cold so we got ready in a large marquee, when we went out to warm up they were already lining us up in speed order with all the cyclists taking part in the various races. I managed to get about 400m warm up done then I had to take my place in the startling line up. We were sat getting cold for quite a while although the rain had stopped. Once it was time for us to start I was flying, I was drafting both the Great Marcel Hug who is a multiple World Champion and a Dutch Paralympian. I felt fine, my heart rate was within my target zone, I even climbed a small hill with the pair. Then at about the 7mile mark I couldn't exhale properly my chest went very tight and my breathing was very shallow, it came from nowhere. Justin was about 200m behind me at this point and I was in 3rd place which came with prize money which was much needed at the time. As soon as it happened I lost touch with my illustrious company but I hoped I could hide it from Justin and not give him the boost of seeing I was struggling. I carried on pushing, with the prettiest technique I could manage, whilst gasping for air. It wasn't working though, Justin soon caught me and passed me - I couldn't even hang on to him on a downhill section where normally I could hang on to anyone. I kept working for another 7 miles or so but by this point I was starting to fall asleep, it must have been lack of oxygen getting to my brain, whatever was causing it - I was scared to death. I had been struggling to breath and getting pains in my chest for 40min or so, I was starting to be lapped by the cyclists in their various races and as they were coming past at incredible speeds it started to get dangerous. If it was a case of just me limping on and finishing in a jogger's time I probably would have attempted it and who knows what would have happened. I was putting other people at risk by wandering all over the road so I pulled out, the first time I have ever pulled out of a race like that and I was devastated. I felt like I had let Jenny, Dave and everybody else at the academy down. I had wasted their money in getting me there.
  It turned out I had had an asthma attack in the race, probably brought on by the lack of warm up and the cold mountain air. I had childhood asthma but hadn't had an attack since the age of 15, I had't used an inhaler since 17 and didn't even own one. I thought I had grown out of it, I had a severe cat allergy as a child too but I have two pet cats now and they have never caused a problem in the 9 years  I have had them. My dad developed asthma in his late 20's so I guess thats where it has come from. It didn't take long once home to get the diagnosis, get an inhaler and try pushing again. The inhaler helped with the asthma but there was a bigger problem for me - the feeling of letting everybody down and the wasting of months of training brought my depression back with a huge bang. It completely bitch slapped me and I really struggled to motivate myself to do anything at all for weeks on end. I shied away from friends and family, I didn't get much training done, neglected my garden (which means a lot to me) and didn't look after myself properly. I've suffered from depression for a long time but normally it is kept under control and only rears its head in winter. To get hit in the summer so hard was really nasty.
It was a few months before I plucked up the courage to race again, I avoided the track at all costs over the summer, I came back on the Tyne Tunnel 2K - the fastest wheelchair race in the world. Haha! Only I could have months off then decide the fastest race in the world followed by the Great North Run less than 48 hours later was a good idea! I think the Tyne Tunnel 2k race is amazing and didn't want to miss it. I drove up to Newcastle and checked in to The Hilton and found out I was sharing with Mark Telford - luckily we had chatted after the Great Manchester Run and sorted things out. The Tyne Tunnel 2k takes place on the Friday evening and runs 1 kilometre downhill into the tunnel where we reach speeds of 45mph then we have a gruelling push uphill kilometre to climb out of the tunnel. I got to the hotel early and the nerves started to build as I was waiting for the time to pass before heading to the tunnel. For some silly reason I decided to swap my push rims for some newly covered ones I had with me. Newly covered rims have nice tread on them but them haven't built up a sticky layer of cluster to help with grip. As soon as the gun went I was stuck behind a slow starter but when he got going I couldn't keep with him because my gloves wouldn't stick to the rims. It took me a long time to get up to speed but as you can see in the video I was flying by the time I got to the bottom and overtook lots of faster athletes. Climbing wasn't good, my gloves slipped, you can hear them slipping in the video and I lost a lot of places. Getting beaten by my mate Jamie Carter was hard to take but he pushed really well and I didn't so he deserved it! I'll get him back next time I race it!

I always knew the Great North Run was going to be difficult for me with no real training for it, it's not my favourite course on the best of years. I had swapped back to my old rims, I had a decent warm up and waited on the start line for the gun to go. I had a storming start, next to Callum Hall and just off the lead pack. The first 2 and a bit miles are mainly downhill but even on the slight climbs I was holding my own. Then when we got to the long dragging climb that takes you past Gateshead Stadium I lost the big group I was in. I am just too heavy with my legs to stick with the other lads. I tried and tried to close the gap but they were working in a group and I was in no-man's land. I had patches working with each of the three lead women but all three of them were stronger than me on the climbs and I was faster on the decent so it was more like bunny hopping than actually pushing together! I finished fairly strongly to say I pushed most of the race alone and for the first time ever I enjoyed the GNR. My time was less than a minute behind where I had been in 2014 and with about half the training I was happy with that. The best thing about the GNR is that after the race they ship us back to the hotel and we all get a meal in the Hilton laid on for us. Myself and Martyna made full use of it, She had what looked like half a cow as a stake and I had swordfish. All with lots of post race analysis.
  The next target on my radar was the October edition of the Lisbon Half Marathon, a race that I love to support as I consider the organisers friends now. I trained really hard for this race after the confidence boost that the GNR had give me. My friend John Lloyd who owns a race organising company called Cannonball Events was due to travel with me and take part in the running event. I was looking forward to this so much, John's been really good to me and put on a few races that I could take part in when other local organisers don't want the hassle of a wheelchair athlete. I had lots to do in the lead up to the race and hadn't had time to pack until the night before the flight. It was my own fault, I should have said no to people asking me to do things for them but I didn't , I just kept saying yes. I packed my kit, broke down my race chair and stored it safely in its travel box. Then went to get my passport from the safe place it has been kept in for years... it wasn't there. I spent a few hours looking for it and couldn't find it. I phoned my mum for help at about 11PM, I was due to set off at 6:30AM to the airport. We spent another 5 hours looking, we looked everywhere, we emptied each room then put everything back. We even checked in each dvd case. Nothing. I think my cleaner might have binned it with some junk mail. So, at 6:30AM after about 40min sleep I drove John to the airport on his own. I had the same feelings that I had let people down again and it took a good few weeks to get over it.
 The year ended with me just getting back on track when another disaster happened. I had been trying to decide if I was in shape to do the Dubai Marathon in January, at first it was a no but two key sessions had swayed my mind. During my 3rd good session in a row I decided I was going to go for it in Dubai, I knew I would finish in the prize money and I have always wanted to visit Dubai. My school mate lives out there and I had received an invite from the organisers so it seemed perfect. My session went so well I decided to add an extra rep, whilst on the 3rd lap of my extra rep I was took out by a runner. He had been running in lane 2 for the previous hour and as I had been at the track for over an hour and a half he had seen me using lane 1 plenty of times. Going down the home straight, just as my front wheel drew level with him he changed lanes as if to run on to the infield. As my front wheel was already along side him when he changed directions there was nowhere for me to go and no time to do anything to avoid hitting him. My back right wheel ran over him, this sent me up on two wheels. I was tipping sideways, I put my left hand out to save myself but my arm ended up twisted behind my back. My shoulder had bee dislocated. Luckily there were a group of runners near the incident and they helped me up, it was also lucky they witnessed the accident as the runner involved wasn't a very nice person. He didn't apologise or even ask if I was ok, instead he just said "I didn't hear you!". What type of excuse is that? You wouldn't cross a road using sound alone, so why cross a track  without looking? Since the accident I have had a bit of a lynching from his club mates, abuse on Facebook, letters to my sponsors, the sports centre I train at and to my club. All from people that didn't actually see it happen. This is the club that I used to represent, I have seen them turn on people before and it isn't pretty. It would have upset me if the other runners that helped me up hadn't witnessed it and said it was his fault, I even had strangers contact me after to see if I was ok.

My poorly shoulder :(

  When you have a serious injury to your shoulder as a wheelchair user you are basically a prisoner on your sofa, you can't use a wheelchair to get around, crawling is much harder and even with some use of the legs like me you can't use crutches. Being immobile over xmas and pissed off that you can't race in a race you've had your eye on for over a year isn't good. Comfort eating and copious amounts of alcohol ensued! Read the next blog to find out the result.

Phew! Glad 2015 is over. It sounds odd to wish away a year where you produced huge PB's but I can say 100% 2016 will be better for me!