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Dragons Back Race Day 4

Writer: James BezantJames Bezant


Through the Elan Valley


44 miles/70 k

7185ft/2190m

0600 start

Time on feet 12h 22m




0600 am start, the heat had died down, I had this morning routine to a tee now.


We roll out the start, Sam (the bell guy) Blayne and Jason are there, which felt quite sad as I knew they were going home that day, one last fist bump to send me on my way.


Day 4 on paper is easier compared to the rest, but this day still had it's issues (they all do!) and it's one of the days I hadn't reccied, I was completely blind to it.


It starts with a gentle climb straight out of camp, a climb that gets those legs nice and warm.


You go over some boggy ground then hit the woodblock of doom, a steep descent through some woods where it seemed like nothing was alive.


All the tree's were weak and brittle, but still had leaves on them, it was the territory where poles were needed, they were a savior here, as grabbing onto these brittle branches for help just wasn't worth it.

It was a weird and eerie place.


Finally you hit a track, that is flat and well trodden, but you get the sense that a climb is around the corner.


Eventually I hit a climb and I must admit that these climbs were nowhere near as harsh as the previous days. You always seemed to crest them just as the fatigue would kick in, some might say the perfect climb.


My knee was swollen even more today, the daily impact just making things worse, this was a day where the poles would be used with every step.


You approach the top and then you are greeted by giant wind turbines. They are bloody massive and pretty cool, I've never been this close to one before.


I sort of just wanted to stand there and look at them, but you can't waste precious time.


A good thing about this day wasn't just the easier climbs, there was a lot of flat track and road, which meant I could jog and power march.


You soon leave the land of the wind turbines and come to a nice section of track. Most people were jogging this section and there seemed to be loads of people here, everyone was chatty and the morale was high. Was it because we've completed day 3? Was it because we all knew the day was a bit easier? I don't know.


Steve caught me up, he is struggling with some shin issues and we were both limping on this lovely runnable track. We just knew on this ground where we both should ideally be running, we had to march as fast as possible to make good time.


We got onto some boggy ground, and I started to see what the issue is with this day, it's the poor ground, tussocks or baby heads or whatever people call them, were everywhere.


Clumps of grass with boggy bits In-between, its weird, the ground is flat so you want to run, but you feel like you are on Takeshi's castle, tussock hopping, trying your best to not roll your ankle and keep your feet dry.


I started making my way to the Elan valley, and I though "thank god, its road and I'm finally off this shit ground."


Boom, I hit the first support point with loads of time in the bag, as always, no messing about and I got back out, I can also see the clouds are clearing up, which meant the sun is coming back out.


You cover some nice road sections on this day, plenty of marching and jogging time. I had to take advantage of every good moment with my knee at this point. The knee pain was there and then there were moments it wasn't, getting the dosage and timing of painkillers was paramount for me carrying on.


Rolling through these nice tracked valleys seemed to good to be true!


Before I knew it, it was time for another big climb, fortunately the ground consisted of grassy tracks, phew no more tussocks!!


I definitely felt like I had some new blisters developing on the side of my heels, these definitely came from the rough ground from earlier in the day.


It was time to sit down and sort them out asap.

This is what I carry in my pack for blisters:


- Scapel blade

- Fixomull strips

- Rocktape strips

- Factor 50 sachet


This saved my arse that day, as soon as I took my shoes off it was like my blisters expanded.


I popped them and put some Rocktape over the top, jobs a gooden and off I went.


Steve caught me up after I popped my blister and I was glad for a hiking chat with Steve again.


Before we know it we were nearing the next support point, it was just a water point this time, with the two welsh volunteers blazing the good rock music which was always good for morale!


We have a about 11 miles left now, this mainly consisted of road, sounds good, huh?


It's not the most ideal when you've had 3 days in your legs already, but it was good ground for power hiking, and breaking into trotts when you could.


We caught up to Thia again and have a nice little chat then push on ahead.


As much as this section seemed to drag, it was lovely to have the sun up, it didn't feel too hot, the views were amazing too, Iphone pics just didn't do it justice.


Steve had to stop for a break and I had to give him some painkillers. I push on at this point, just wanting to see that camp thinking 'any danger of it getting closer!!'


I finally arrive at camp and it was nice to arrive in daylight, this really boosted my morale. I started the same evening routine as the previous nights, eat, wash and eat again, then sort kit out. I bump into Shaun and we have a nice chat and just generally check-in on eachother.


It was nice to be back and just have some time to myself, getting in in the dark just doesn't leave much time.


I spoke to Barry too, he was a tent mate/training partner who got timed out on day 2, he dropped down to the hatchling course.


He also done me a massive favour and set up my bed and rolled out my sleeping bag, which I'm so grateful for, little things like that just help a lot.


There was a funny morale circulating in our tent that night, we were just bantering each other and having a right laugh, I believe the term "cheerfulness in the face of adversity" suited this moment.


I don't know whether this was because you could see the end, we were all giggling away, but deep down I knew the biggest hurdle was day 5 and me and Steve were hanging on by a thread in this event, Paul was smashing it as we knew he would and Claud, Barry and Shaun were on the Hatchling course.


Learning points


- Carry your own blister kit always

- I should of reccied this day

- Every day is hard, they all have their challenges


















 
 
 

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