After my first road marathon back in 1996, I could barely walk for 3 days afterwards and it took around a week or so before I felt strong enough to venture out for a 10k run. The thought of running a further 2 marathons on consecutive days would have seemed insane and impossible, yet that was the challenge that faced me and around 85 other runners who took part in VOTWO Pembrokeshire Coast Challenge last weekend. It was not only the distance that presented a challenge, but also the terrain and the weather.
The Pembrokeshire Coast in November has a reputation as being bitingly cold and incredibly unpredictable. Couple this with the gnarly and rugged coastline that has some formidable climbs and descents, and you have yourself a recipe for an exciting and challenging event. The guys at VOTWO have clearly spotted the potential for such events and have developed a series of coastal marathon challenges throughout the year; they also run similar events on the Jurassic Coast in Dorset (March) and the Atlantic Coast (August).
When I arrived in St David’s on Thursday evening, it was clear that the VOTWO had done this kind of thing before. There were clearly some administration issues that had to deal with, primarily as a result of the youth hostel we were supposed to be staying at being closed down at short notice. However, they handled this expertly and everyone was placed in alternative (and superior) accommodation in the surrounding area.
Day 1 Dale – Newgale
Having breakfasted, our kit checked and received a military style briefing from VOTWO Director Ben Mason, we were bussed the 20 minute journey from St David’s to Dale. Those walking the course had set out some two hours previous. There was plenty of conversation on our “runners” bus (one of four or so) going out, with everyone sharing war stories and gauging expectation levels. It was clear there was a real mixed bag, from seasoned ultra runners to first timers.
I wanted to travel light each day. Fortunately my Team Wiggle cycling vest has 3 large pockets at the back, ideal for storing the compulsory kit I wasn’t able to wear, notably the issued map, a whistle, compass, notepad and pencil, mobile phone (fully charged with emergency numbers stored) and chocolate bar (or equivalent). It was also compulsory to have warm clothing, a hat, gloves and at least 500ml of fluids. The only piece of “non essential” kit I had was my I-pod Nano, which for me is compulsory whenever I run.
We debussed and rounded up pensively waiting for the start. We set off with little formality and minimal fuss, everyone seemingly content to head out at a really steady pace.
Within a few hundred yards we hit the first of the days numerous climbs. I began to wonder what I had got myself into and whether my road running training would get me through the hilly off road course over the next three days. I had been pretty beaten up at the London to Brighton trail run in September; living and commuting in London is simply not conducive to trail running and I rarely get the opportunity to go off road.
Supposedly the flatter and easier of the 3 days, I couldn’t imagine how things could get any tougher. I realised then that event would be a test of self preservation more than anything else.
Once over the hill and the initial shock, I settled down to my normal pace and began to take in some of the breathtaking scenery on offer. The wind was whipping around and made me lose my footing for the first of several occasions as I picked my way through the furrow and troughs of the coastal path. There were no major incidents throughout the day and I managed to locate and fuel up at each of the three checkpoints with no hassles.
The finish was on the beach at Newgale and I crossed the line conservatively in 10th place overall in a time of 5 hours 9 minutes. Within half hour of finishing it began to get dark and I thought about the prospect of having to complete any of the following days in darkness. I further resolved to do all I could to keep within 6 hours each day; every km out on the course after dark was bound to take 2 or 3 minutes longer than in daylight.
Day 2 Newgale – Porthgain
We arrived back at the beach in Newgale and the place was living up to it’s name with the wind picking up to 25mph and gusting quite a bit more than that. This heightened the experience of running, at times, within a few feet of the cliff edge; fortunately the wind was blowing inland.
The morning briefing had forewarned that the terrain would be more difficult and it was a fair assessment. There were a few occasions where I was scrambling up rocks using hands as well as feet.
It was in the early part of the day that I had my lowest point of the event; I had been pushing hard and overtaken five or six people, including a group of 3 guys all dressed in black (whom I had mentally logged as the “MIBs”) before reaching the foot of a rocky and substantial hill.














