Just want to say thankyou. These are my commuting miles so far, and I would NEVER have had the guts or the confidence to try cycling into work if it wasn't for Glow (especially Glynis Francis' training!) I feel like it's really helping my fitness and my cycling in general too - I am definitely not that same girl who struggled at 12mph when she first started!
It all started last year when Martine Tommis and Sarah Griffiths signed up to ride the 2013 Fred and Glynis Francis and her grandson Eden signed up as volunteers. Where some lead others follow and a group of Glows, organised by Carol Bradshaw, decided to do the route of the Saddleback Fred Whitton Challenge over 2 days, staying at a couple of hostels along the way. It was hard cycling but great fun and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. So, when the opportunity to enter the real event came up, we cashed in our two free volunteering places and Glynis negotiated another 5 special entries and my name went on the list.
A wee bit of background - the event was started by the Lakes Road Club in memory of their most active member, Fred Whitton who died at the age of 50 in 1998.
In January this year, a few Glows (different to those on the weekend last year) were ‘lucky’ enough to receive places in the event, starting and finishing at Grasmere (famous for the Gingerbread Shop). Glows doing the event, with the superb roadside support of Ange Hilton, included Sarah Roberts, Sophie Yarwood, Karen Harper, Sian Lambert, Helen Ryan, Ruth Ward, Heather Riding, Claire Fordham and me.
The event is always oversubscribed and the 2000 places are a lottery. During the months leading up to the event on Sunday 11th May 2014, we had a Facebook Conversation about the training rides being undertaken, what to take, what to wear, where to stay, where to eat etc. I called it the ‘Fred Fret’ – and basically it left me feeling terrified but definitely not alone! Reading the organisers description of the event was off-putting – with all the warnings e.g. “Honister Pass – descent starts extremely steeply, so brakes on immediately and don’t let your speed get up – very poor surface and a chicane” and “Hardknott Pass – ultra steep and twisty and very poor surface so take it REALLY slowly”.
By early April I was totally terrified, probably exacerbated by Facebook conversations and hearing how terribly difficult the challenge is. Also, in order not to be disqualified we had to be 60 miles in, at Braithwaite, by 12 noon and 83 miles in at Calder Bridge by 3.30pm. So, there was no choice but to start at 6am.
When the alarm went off before 5am I sprang out of bed to meet the first challenge of the day - breakfast at such an early hour (for me). Thankfully, no dogs to walk today. Arriving perhaps a little early at what had been, the day before, a water logged event car park in Grasmere on a sports field, I sat in the car looking at the rain lashing down and wondered if my pals would notice if I didn’t show up. “No, Cunliffe, we are here now, (after some not inconsiderable effort) just shut up, woman up and get ready. You have cycled in atrocious conditions before” (said the parrot who sat on my shoulder the whole journey).
The basic outline of the route - a five mile flat-ish warm up southwards through Ambleside. Then sharp left turn and a rude awakening up ‘The Struggle’ to ascend the Kirkstone Pass and down to Keswick, over Honister, Newlands, Whinlatter, Hardknott and Wrynose Passes to the finish in Grasmere.
Met the girls, some of whom looked decidedly nervous. It stopped raining (temporarily). We wished each other luck and crossed the start line at just gone 6am. Right girl, no going back, well, not until the 60 mile marker, when the cut off time is missed. Best thing is to find someone to chat to – whilst you still can! Trundled up Kirkstone Pass and flew down the other side, losing the others en route. A girl overtook me so decided to catch her up. She seemed glad of a bit of company. She had started 30 minutes after me so was obviously faster, so a good person to stay with, if possible. The next few miles were spent trying to stay with her then, to my surprise, dropping her on steep bits. Then I was overtaken as I stopped to remove my boil-in-a-bag waterproof jacket.
Attempts to wheel suck various male cyclists along the A66 were reasonably successful and essential given the headwind through Keswick at some unearthly hour.
Sailed along the beautiful Borrowdale Valley, but concerned about constant rattle coming from my machine. Then came the decidedly sudden and rude steepness which is the near vertical ascent of Honister Pass. Others were floundering. Weaving. Visiting the verges. (Parrot - “don’t even think about putting a foot down, we can do this). Okay. Done. Jeepers, the descent. Hold on tight (Parrot – “outside leg down, weight back, look where you want/need to go and steer”). Okay. Overtaking other riders – there’s a first and a good feeling!
First feed station – phew, needed that. 60 miles is quite a distance before re-fuelling, good job it wasn’t hot. Bike check – nothing obviously wrong, can’t source the rattle. Well I appear to be here HOURS before the cut off point, so better carry on.
Then came the long, slow ascent of Newlands Pass, followed by Winlatter Pass. Here supporters lined the road, yelling words of encouragement. Particularly enjoyed the “go on girls” from the women. No fear here, just enjoyment. The middle bit, taking in the marvellously named ‘Fangs’, Swarth Fell and Cold Fell provided opportunity to admire the beauty of the countryside – especially the extremely brightly coloured spring flowers. Rain came then stopped, came then stopped. Decided to leave off the heat-inducing and draining waterproof jacket and risk it as cold was not an issue. Wet trickles down the backs of legs were a bit distracting.
Second feed station – bikes abandoned on the tarmac. Rows of delicious looking sarnies and cakes. Hot drinks. Sobbing female who complained to her man that she wasn’t as fast as she hoped. Time to go, me thinks, knowing full well there is torture ahead. Uumm, not pleasant this bit. Getting nervous. Why? Can always push and the cleat covers are in back pocket. (Parrot – don’t even think about it). Start chatting to a chap going at my pace. He did it last year and kindly told me not to be nervous. Red telephone box comes into sight, road winds steeply up mountainside ahead, dotted with cyclists. Over cattle grid. Right Cunliffe, this is what the training has been for – GO!!
The ascent of Hardknott Pass was a bit of a blur. Can’t believe this but I actually encouraged a pusher to get back on his bike – why could I even speak? Grind, crunch, puff. Up we go – 30%+ in places. Loads of yelling from supporters. Brilliant. At top, marshall advises me to be careful as there is an incident a 3rd of the way down. Brakes on. Look ahead. Ambulance. 2 dead bikes. Tarpaulin over riders. Very, very scared. Hairbin bends (lots), 30% descents, hold tight. A couple of girls on foot said “Well done that, lady” as I successfully negotiated an excruciatingly tight and steep hairbin, in true mountain bike style. (Parrot – you have just got to do it).
As gradient lessened I felt elation and enjoyed the valley between the two worst passes. Another cyclist said I would be over Wrynose Pass before I had noticed (what was he on!?). On the final steepest part before the summit a young girl saw I was in danger of slowing down to a stop and walked/ran alongside me offering encouragement. How could I stop with her doing her best for me? Sadly, no breath to thank her. But it worked.
Some thoughtful organiser had put a sign saying “10 miles to the finish) just after the summit. Brilliant. The heavens opened. Torrential. Sally and Parrot both agreed - “Let’s go – FAST”. So we did. Taking no prisoners. All the way to the Grasmere finish along a busy main road – absolutely drenched. Ange who was waiting for all of us said ‘you look like you have just popped out to the shops’! Elated! It was really good watching the others arrive back safely and then we went off to stand in the ultra long queue to collect the ‘Certificate’.
The Good Bits
The Next Challenge
Given the chance – try again next year to improve on the time.
Distance – 112 miles
Ascent – 3950 meters
Total time – 8 hours 51 mins
Position – 4th woman out of 21 in my age group
Position – 24th woman out of 104 women finishers in total.
Photos by Steve Fleming and Racing Snakes (and Sally Cunliffe and Ange Hilton!).