
Well it is all over and what an amazing event. I am pleased to tell you that last Sunday I successfully completed the Marathon du Mont Blanc- all 26 (and a bit) miles in a time of 7:30. Thank you to everyone for your generous sponsorship and many words of encouragement- I have just about raised my target of £2,000 and I am sure there are a few people out there who still might be tempted to pledge a few pounds.

The run started at 7.00 in the picturesque town square of Chamonix, the assembled runners looked very fit indeed and all kitted out with the latest trail running gear and various hydration systems, they really looked the part. Some were using the marathon as a warm up training run for the Mont Blanc Ultra Marathon in August; a 100 mile run over the route of the famous Tour du Mont Blanc (and no I am not thinking of doing that!) However the atmosphere was relaxed and the weather was set fair, friends and family gathered to cheer us off and then headed back for their breakfast before heading to the finish many hours later to greet us as we returned.

The first third or so of the course was lovely as it headed up the valley side towards Switzerland; one of the most enjoyable stretches was passing the Col du Montet (at about 9 miles) and descending down through alpine meadows, full of wonderful flowers to a small village called Vallorcine. On the way down we came across a herd of long horned dairy cows with large alpine bells on their necks- they looked and sounded great but didn’t seem to care for sharing their meadow with a load of runners who were scattered by the cows and not the other way round. Fortunately the two guys in front of me distracted the nearest cow who nudged them off the path and I gained a couple of places!

At Vallorcine everything changed as we headed straight up over 1000m from the valley floor to the Aiguillette des Posettes via a seemingly vertical footpath. By the time I reached the top my legs knew they were in for a hard day but otherwise I felt reasonably ok and was pleased to note that I had reached the half way point in 3 hours (an hour faster than schedule). Then it was a steep, rocky and knee busting descent right back down to the valley floor again, maximum concentration was required not to trip up and go hurtling head over heels but a great respite after such a hard climb. Eventually the route crosses over itself at another small village, Tre-le-Champ were the locals greeted us with shouts of encouragement and alpine bells- it felt like we were on a stage of the Tour du France. There were a surprising number of people out along the route supporting the runners with “Courage”, “Bravo” and “Allez” and as we each had our names on our running numbers it was marvellous to be personally greeted by “Allez Bill”- which always made me smile.

By now I had done 20 miles and my official split time was 4:23 and I was feeling reasonably ok and stopped to take on some light food and more fluid. Then the nightmare began; another 1000m climb only this time the legs felt like jelly and the midday sun was beginning to cook us. The last six miles were seemingly interminable and it took me another 2 hours and 40 minutes to complete. It felt like the fuel tank was empty and I was kept going only by the determination that giving up was not an option and anyway- it was the same for everyone else around me. At 2kms from the finish I came round a bend in the track to a clear view of the flags at the arrival point and could hear the loud speaker system, the end seemed so close but my heart sank to see the path fall away below me in a steep descent only to rise up again 1km from the finish. Believe me those last 1000m as they climbed up what in the winter is a black ski run took forever. The sun was at its zenith and there was no shade- I felt as if I was undertaking some cruel French Foreign Legion punishment march!
Of course I did eventually reach the end and was delighted to get my medal and a beaker of beer and to take a few moments to recognise that the challenge was over- I had done it. Initially feelings were just of relief and exhaustion but it didn’t take long to enjoy the moment and feel proud- not just of myself but also family, friends and colleagues who had supported and encouraged me. What’s next- I am not sure except of course my ongoing passion is for the charity MacIntyre. There are a lot of fantastic personal stories of people going great things, every day, at MacIntyre and my continuing challenge is to support them to have hopes, dreams and goals.

Thank you very much