Suffering, death & singing — How I mentally got through running 50 miles — GB Ultras Snowdon 50.

“To exist in the face of suffering and death, and somehow still keep singing”

In the car on the way home somewhat half alive, “Free” by Florence and the Machine.

A lyric I’d never quite paid attention to. But no longer.

On Saturday 3rd September, I did GB Ultra’s Snowdon 50.

I started running at 06:15am.

I finished on Sunday 4th September, at 00:24am.

18 hours and 9 minutes on my feet.

48 miles. 11,500feet of elevation.

The 2nd highest mountain in the UK — Mount Snowdon (1,085m).

Tryfan (918m)

Glydr Fawr (1,001m)

Glydr Fach (994m)

7,500kcal+ burned

106,000 steps

And one of the best days of my entire life.

The entire week before, I was, to be frank — absolutely fucking shitting it.

I’ve ran one 50 miler before, but this was a whole different level.

This involved real, big, scary mountains — a whole lot different to the soft and now seemingly pathetic Yorkshire 3 peaks.

But — this is a story about fear. About joy. About love. About excitement. About edges. About peak experience.