English Lakes Hotels Charity 3 Peaks Challenge
The second guest blog post from Tim Bell (General Manager of Lancaster House Hotel) and his team as they prepare for the ultimate British Mountain Challenge – Ben Nevis, Sca Fell Pike & Snowdon in 24 hours in aid of English Lakes Hotels sponsored charities Open Arms International and the Primrose House Trust. Follow the teams progress here and on Facebook with further information on how to donate to the charities to follow soon.
Saturday night, and it's the aftermath of another walk. This one felt a
little different though to last week's disorientating snow-scramble up
Helvellyn. Sure, it was fun, scenic, peaceful – all the usual stuff I look for
in a good Lakeland Trek. But this one was……well……erm……kinda…..it's
hard to put my finger on it. Oh, I've got it! It was "5 HOURS OF FEMUR-BENDING,
PELVIC-ERODING, METATARSAL-MINCING TORTURE!"
But do you know what? Now that my body has been submerged for 1 hour in a
deep bath consisting of 5% water and 95% radox, and my heart-rate no longer
sounds like the kind of frantic drum beats that can often be heard bellowing
from those Vauxhall Corsa's dressed up in Halford's accessories, I can still
look back on today's experience and pigeon-hole it into the "Yeh, that was a
good day" box. I like that box, and I think I need to get a bigger one.
walk and the plight of the ozone layer, (and my colleagues and friends will tell
you that I REALLY can waffle! In fact, I waffle so much, I come with choice of 2
toppings), I guess I must address the question posed in the title of this
do warn you now, are not pretty! First and foremost, it's the pain! Starting in
your lungs, your ever-increasing pulse seems to accelerate wave after wave of
muscle-stretching anguish to every fibre and nerve-ending in your body. Granted,
I'm sure this doesn't happen to everyone, especially those "zero-fat" lunatics
who actually run up mountains for fun, but I think I represent the average
person here. I like a beer or two, enjoy a slab of red-meat when presented with
the opportunity. But the thought of spending my life looking like the character
from the pepparani adverts just to avoid mountain-induced pain isn't tempting!
And I'd probably be as angry as pepparani-guy if I ate the diet these guys
probably have to eat to stay that fit, and that thin! Leaves and moss probably!
And for anyone thinking there's an ounce of glamour in this pastime, forget it!
You sweat….a lot! The journey upwards is a constant battle with the
perspiration ducts. You start off with 4 layers because you've checked the
weather forecast and it looks a little ropey. And then you start the
ascent…..and then you turn into an onion! Before you know it, you're peeling
off every sweat-drenched layer until you realise that you're actually walking in
your Damart thermal underwear, and let's face it, it's no Ann Summers is it? You
reach the summit, it's flippin freezing, so you put all the creased clothes that
have been crammed in to your woefully small rucksack back on again, along with
the obligatory woolly hat. And that hat will truly re-shape even the most rigid,
wire-like of hair do's. I'm fortunate not to have a well-stocked barnet, but I
have seen hair-styles on those mountains that could only be likened to the
aftermath of a Bonfire…….after the Fire Brigade have emptied 1500 litres of
water on it!
snow yellow in front of your sister, and you now have to put the washing machine
on before a rainbow forms above your laundry pile. So, I ask myself
into your frozen ear and dig deep into the grey matter. Here I'm glad to say, it
all starts getting a whole lot better. Let's talk neurotransmitters. Serotonin
is released with the elation and happiness of accomplishing a mountain peak. Not
just once, but probably every time you recant the story of how good it felt to
stand at the summit and gaze upon that fantastic view. No doubt the great
outdoors and 6 hours of sun exposure will produce melatonin which helps keep the
happy levels above any "danger levels" and avoid those winter "blues". And then
there's endorphins which are released when actually doing exercise. Again,
bringing about a natural "high" and a feeling of elation. In short, we're
starting to feel good.
you're happy! And that happiness stays so much longer than the aching muscles,
blisters and the sweaty/mossy aroma on your Berghaus fleece. Actually, that last
part is not true, so just deal with it and buy a can of lynx.
even add a third or fourth flavour to my toppings menu. Experiences evoke
memories, and they stay with you forever, and no bio-detergent is ever going to
shift them! The changing scenery, the skies, the weather – they all add to the
richness of the outing and gives you plenty of waffle-fodder for years to come.
It can be a hugely sociable experience, spending hours with a good friend or
family member with no interruptions so one can talk until your hearts content.
Today for instance we covered relationships, favourite foods and even the funny
side of flatulence. And that's quite a subject! You occasionally come across
other walkers, and what a smashing bunch of people they all are! Always up for a
chat, and happy to share the tales of the mountain, past and present. After all,
they are here for the same reasons you are. However, every now and again you
will come across a large group of walkers, all of them keenly strolling their
way across the baron, steep fellsides, except for the one person who's 60ft
behind them and by the look on their face (which can only be likened to a
clenched fist), one can tell that they would rather be gorging on a Bic Mac and
watching the Hollyoaks Omnibus on this fine Sunday morning. That person clearly
isn't enjoying the experience, and probably volunteered themselves for something
that sounded like a fun stroll in the park. But I'm sure they will still get the
"chemical" thing, and I bet they will be back for more.
people, myself included will take a solitary stroll, deliberately choosing walks
where I know I won't bump into dozens of fellow ramblers. Sometimes, you just
need a little "me" time, a chance to think and digest the worries of the world
and put life back into clear perspective. It's not uncommon to meet perhaps just
1 or 2 people over a 6-hour stroll over certain Lakeland peaks. And who said the
Lake District was congested?
exercise, but in magical surroundings and who wants to hear about your 90-minute
treadmill work out?
anonymous solitary reader who wants to know. Well, today's route was, on paper,
a medium/hard walk taking in 4 peaks along the long Helvellyn range. However,
the Ordnance Survey didn't recognise the official route up to Calfhow Pike, and
I don't blame them. It was a full-on slog, with more silent swearing than I've
probably ever done before. I thought the west flank of Kirk Fell was tough, but
this was in a whole new ball park. Throw in some ice, constantly changing
temperatures and the knowledge that this ascent is only taking you to the lowest
of today's summits, and you've got yourself a classic ridge walk – a bucket load
of pain to get to the ridge plateau, then mile after mile of gentler, undulating
slopes which swallow up the "Wainwrights" effortlessly. Superb!
which is fantastic! I'm sure you've all got friends who would like to support
our group and its causes so please invite as many people as you can. We're
relying on you.
thing in to top gear. We'll have our justgiving.com link up soon and also full
details on the fantastic competition where all people who donate get the chance
to guess the exact time it will take us to do the challenge, and possibly win a