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set off around Eventually I awoke and George admitted defeat, asking me if I was ready to do some driving, a quick switch in a lay-by and we were ready for the off again. I started well but soon started having trouble my self on the M6. I am convinced that Joff was changing lanes so frequently just to wind me up (or maybe keep me awake). We
pulled into the services just before the M56, grabbed a coffee and Breakfast.
Joff had a particularly tasty looking Black Pudding sandwich (just the thing at When
we arrived at the first scree slope the pain as real ascent resumed, I was
reduced to racing a 7 year old girl up the Snowdon scree and was pleased to beat
her (although her 5 year old brother beat me). This was now really starting to
become a struggle and I was more and more being asked for an altitude check by
the rest of the team. It seemed that 1085 m would never arrive. A
Route finding was not difficult, up the
staircase of rocks built by kindly Then the summit appeared and we queued up for our go then squeezed on amongst the many others up there. I was fairly overcome with emotion at this point, realising that all I had to do was get back down in 3 ˝ hours to complete the challenge. The ascent had taken 1 hour 58 minutes, so I felt quite confident. Another quick call to Diane (my girlfriend), a bit of video (worth a look at this one, you can easily see that I have absolutely had enough) and I was ready for the off.
Rather boldly I jumped off the cairn and bashed by right knee, I walked on for a
hundred yards only to have to stop in agony, I couldn’t believe that I was
going to get this close and not finish. I remembered that I had some paracetemol
stashed in my rucksack,
so gobbled some of them down and hobbled on. This was going to be tough, as each
step down was painful. After a while the painkillers started to kick in and the
other knee started to play up. I knew I had almost enough time crawl down, so
just hobbled on slowly. The rest of the team had stopped in the summit café for
a cup of tea. Paddy and Joff joined me to the bottom of the scree and then said
that they wanted to run the miners track, so off they went (idiots!!!). One by
one the rest of the team also came running by (also idiots). I plodded on and
eventually saw came round the final bend to see the Pen Y Pass car park. I
crossed the finish line at George and Mark were lucky to finish at all having followed the hydro electric pipe down into the wrong valley. They realised their mistake and had to take a big detour back into the Pen Y Pass valley. We all piled into the cars and drove a few miles to the pre booked hotel "The Prince Llewelyn" in Beddgelert. It was quite a sight watching us hobble up the two flights of stairs to our rooms, this nearly took 24 hours in its self. We took a soothing bath, grabbed an hour of sleep and then headed to the bar for a few of the most deserved pints in the history of mankind. |