Salty Boobs....................

Well that got you reading............ the salty boobs bit is a bit further on!!!!
Forget mid week buzzes - try a 3 day BG in the sun - what an excellent trip - apart from the fact that I cannot now walk!
It rained a bit on the first day which was a little chilly but still managed the day without gloves, we could see some of the tops and we didn't get blown off Helvelyn - at last I have been up that hill in good conditions - I could see it and I wasn't hanging on to a rock to keep me attached to it - oh and at this stage my legs were working too!
This soon changed! I was on a BG recce with Karen Davison (newby to Run Like a Girl), who is attempting her BG in 3 weeks with Dark Peak Fell Runners, and her Dad, John, who is trying for his Josh Nailor soon. Karen is a very bouncy lightweight runner - I had to follow this all the way - my legs eventually gave out half way through day one just after Helvelyn, Johns legs also gave out here so we plodded on behind Karen. We abandoned the last two hills on day one as we could not get off the hill in time for some food - we had been out for 11 hours (well one of those was in the pub at Threkeld!) and we were buggered! Luckily my Sister was on holiday in the Lakes so we had stayed with her and her mates the night before, so we did set off at 8am that morning, else I think it would habe been a long day!
We stayed at a Youth Hostel in Grassmere and it was supperb. The food was good and cheap and they even opened a bottle of wine for me - must have heard I was coming!!!
Breakfast was huge - thank goodness! Then we stopped off at the locaal post office for hill supplies and set off up Steel Fell, good pace - even if I could hardly walk - wish I had my poles with me. Karen did but gave them to her Dad who was in even worse state than me!
The sun was out - the hills were gorgeous and we had a great day route finding and climbing over grassy hills and rocky tops later on. What a stunning peice of countryside. When we got to Scafell, Karen did not want to go up the Broadstand bit and was going to go off the hill. I decided that missing two out yesturday was not in my book anymore and persuaded them to go up the Foxes Tarn way, which was lovely apart from me twisting my left ankle (had already turned the right one!!!) So was a bit slow on the slippery path down to the gully up to the tarn. Karen was well pleased we went up as it gave her an idea on timings of the alternative, she was getting within all the leg times as we timed each other between the tops. Karen then spead off down the hill to Wasdale, while John and I hobbled down with downhill wobbly legs - I felt like an ostrich! If you have ever had trashed quads then you know the ostrich feeling of collapsing uncontrollable legs. John and I headed off to the Wasdale Head Pub, luckily Karen jogged up the road to meet us there. The pub looked great - BUT - the food and service was terrible and very expensive - they defiately have a captive audience! We had to pay extra to have ice-cream on our sticky toffee pudding - you can't eat that with nothing on it!!!! Rant over - have now recovered from the experience!
The B & B we found was miles down the lake so we hitched and got there a bit too early for a welcome reception - the land lady was out and her daughter had not mastered the meet and great yet!!!! Still as soon as the land lady showed up it was excellent - lots of drink making facilities, a towel for a shower (much needed) and some left over shower gel - perfect!
After starving myself on day two - didn't have enough food, we decided that a massive cooked breaky would be the order of the day - it was lovely and it got me all the way to Honister Pass. And I must have run fast cos even my boobs sweated!!!! Yep - I have sweaty boobs and proud of them!!!

I was back, my legs nearly worked (well if you ignore the pain they almost ran!) and I was making the times between the tops - blimey that was a surprise!
We had a sandwich at Honister and set off on the last three hills, sending Karen off for a speedy finish, while John and I pootled off Robinson and ambled along to the layby at the road, sat in the river to recover the quads and then walked ike slugs on the road untill karen turned up in the car!
We'd done it - and loved it. What a confidence boost - may do it the other way round next - and then try for my new 30 hour schedule - cos no way am I ever going to be fast enough for 24 HOURS!