Monday, 2 July 2012

MUDRUNNER OBLIVION "Dirty Weekend" 2012


It’s Monday lunchtime as I sit at my desk; chomping on a sirloin steak drizzled with England’s finest mustard, lovingly nestled next to two fried eggs, easy over.  A protein overdose to repair my poorly calve muscles that were battered yesterday like a Whitby Cod in a deep fat fryer.

Mudrunner Oblivion is the cause for such drastic repair. A fearsome 10k in the amazing grounds of Eastnor Castle.  An event cancelled earlier in the year due to horrendous rain and storm force winds which was of course the correct call (despite a 3 ½ hour journey and sleepless overnight in the camper with billy big drops doing a tap dance on my hot tin roof!).  Rain, who cares, that’s why it’s mud runner right? but getting killed by fallen branches and re-naming it “Log Flume Death” is probably not the best marketing strategy and certainly not the best way to get repeat customers given that you’ve just killed a couple with a ten ton Oak. We move on….

Fair play to Mudrunner, they re-scheduled the event and instead of just being the one day Sunday free-for-all, you could do the race on Saturday or Sunday or take part in the “Filthy Weekend” and do both days all for the same price! Free camping in the deer park, camp fire Saturday night and a band (well solo artist) banging out classic tunes like Wonderwall, bit of Ed Sheran, Green Day, James. Cold Play, Travis etc. The dude was good!!  An inspired decision, almost festival like atmosphere and with kids (the junior Mudrunners),  having a great time too playing footie in the fields. My dog, among many others enjoying running around like a complete fruit loop that she is. Bang on the money!

Pumped and ready to smash it


So the event: Junior Oblivion, about 300 kids aged I guess from about 8 to about 14 dressed in spandex and donning free temporary tattoos on their arms, legs and face with slogans such us “Dirty Boy” , “ No Stopping” , “ Boom” were set for a 5K race. A few parents joined their kids. Of course I’m there with my boy to set the pace, push him on and most of all to be fair, have fun in some mud with my lad. It was awesome, the first 1k all uphill then into the mud, mud, mud, more mud, a few obstacles, more mud, water, mud, muddy water, cargo net, mud, wall climb, more muddy water, mud, hill, finish, …..and finally, the much anticipated, and appreciated …Tub Of Love (A large wood fire heated sponge filled outdoor bath).
Celebrating in the Tub Of Love

 A review from my boy “That was just awesome, so much better than I thought it would be….I wanna go again!!!! (Huge muddy smile on his face)”


Done, Junior Mudrunner medal display!

So, I escorted my off-spring back to the camper, threw him a towel, grabbed the wife and headed back to the start line for Mud Runner Oblivion Adult. 10K, same drill just bigger obstacles, bigger lakes, bigger hills and oh boy bigger mud swamps!

The Hill Start (Junior and Adult)



About 1,100 nutters start going up the huge hill. Staggered starts, 200 at a time five minutes between each wave. After the hill it’s into the forest for 8k non-stop undulating MUD! Thin mud, thick mud, clogging mud, dark mud, light mud, smelly mud, liquid mud and mud that was more like a parasite that just stuck to your hands and feet so you couldn’t make out the shape of your body parts.  At times you cross obstacles, not tough one’s but when you’re on your hands and knees in 12 inches of black/brown smelly s**t and can’t move….it’s tough…it’s cramp inducing and it’s just simply brilliant dirty fun.

At times the paths were very narrow and you get caught behind the walkers/resters, at times the muddy hills are so steep you slip up and slide down and at times the endless puddles of glupe just seem to go on, slowly chipping away at your calve muscles. Logs in water to jump over or dive under in my case, rope climb up a muddy steep bank, monkey bars with muddy hands  #impossible. You finish wading through two chest height lakes and over the 8ft timber wall with a race uphill to the finish and of course…the Tub of Love J


Goodie bag: Mars bar, crappy wooden block medal, decent T-shirt (all sizes), red-bull, water and a car sticker.

Overall: Brilliant event!!

Rating out of 10 = 8.5

Plus points: Brilliant organisation, enthusiastic marshals, brilliant course, exceptional value for money…..and oh sooooo much filthy mud!

Minus Points: Catering not too great (bring a picnic), Portaloos on camp as per norm stunk (bring some bog roll), bit too far from my house (no I’m not going to move).

Would I go again: Absolutely nailed on event for 2013…I’m there with wifey and son.

Note: I was fortunate to experience the “Filthy Weekend” after some very heavy rain and flooding. Next year it may not be so muddy and I believe it’s going back to the one day. I’ve asked them to make a whole weekend cos I just  love being damn filthy!!

Smally

Saturday, 18 February 2012

First blog of the year.......

So as I write the plane bounces around, fasten seat belt light still on, the camp air steward bends in front of me revealing a Beckham'esk tight panty line. Do me a favour! He returns upright with a smile, a cold Heineken in hand.
You are forgiven Pedro. Pedro I think to myself, on a Ryan Air plane. Shouldn't you be called Mick or Shamus or something and why is Ryan Air blue and not green? And why are there no leprechauns on this flight. Weird. I double check my boarding pass to make sure I'm not on my way to Kazekstan to become goat fodder. All it well, Oslo Torp, destination confirmed.

So what am I doing here, apart from sitting next to a very pretty and buxom Norwegian lady wearing a V cut jumper and thigh length brown leather boots, probably reindeer skin. Well, i'm on my travels with the lads: Will from Wales, Mick and Paul from Essex, top geezers and Lord Cocks of Cocksville which is a made up name and title and he's from somewhere near Exeter! We're meeting Rob and Baggy, apparently a winter climbing legend at the airport for a three hour drive to Rjukan, the unofficial ice climbing capital of Europe. 5 days of climbing the famous heavy water of this part of the world. The place where Hitler took over the hydro production plant in an attempt to use the heavy water to make an Atom bomb to blow England off the face of the earth! The place were a crack team of British and Norwegian special forces sabotaged his plans and blew up the distillery making the Heavy water. The birth place of the WW2 "Hero's of Telemark". I bow down to you sirs, if it wasn't for these brave and committed true hero's I would not be here in my current state. I would be a deformed sperm glowing green in a shrivelled scroat sack next to the other three and a half scroat sacks of my two headed radio active parent.

Ice climbing, that's what I'm doing here. Five days of climbing the frozen waterfalls of the upper and lower gorge of Rjukan. Never done it before so exciting times ahead pushing my upper body and calves to their limits of self destruction. Had to put the guide book down, reading the safety page which states at least 1500 people have died in avalanche and collapsed ice pillars in Norway. WTF did they have to say that for? I know it's dangerous, that's why I'm doing this shit, but hopefully you are reading this as a living blog and not an obituary, crying with sorrow at the loss of such an epic and illiterate writer of life experience and general bollocks. If you are reading this as the latter...have no fear, I have already lived a life....Mum, Pen. Ben, Kirsty and all my family I love you but don't be upset, it was bound to happen sooner or later xxx Friends, look after my family or I will come back as a haunted spectre of billy goats gruff and rape your pets!

I've not blogged for a while. Not really been up to much exciting really. Just normal ordinary day to day mundane crap. Full on snowy ascent of Blenkethra, run up Snowdon, scrambled Tryfan, Carneddau disaster x 2, run the Grim, the Grim night terror, Hell runner, Tough Guy smashed the Yorkshire three peaks, passed gradings in both jKD Jun Fan and Phillipino Kali and generally been travelling the UK in the sexiest thing on four wheels, my best ever spontaneous purchase, the delectable and damn right horny Chill Mobile.

It is one beast of a camper...drive where you want, when you want, stop, sleep and shit where you want. I love it ta bits! It is almost like an extension to my family. First night I slept in it alone in a remote car park in North Yorkshire, blinds down, scallops sizzling in the pan, Radiohead on the I-pod dock, I though this is just heaven. How more relaxed can you get. Not just horizontal but horizontal and floating.

Anyway, about to land soon so a little antidote to conclude this blog of what sometimes goes on in the warped and not quite normal head of mine. So I'm in the car park right, in a local village, it's dark, it's very remote, not a sole around, middle of winter, I'm happy. I hear a noise outside, sounds like a car, 11.05pm. Mmmm, why would you park up? Kids pulling over to skin up maybe, perhaps car jackers gonna try and smash their way in... or is it doggers. I've heard about dogging, a couple pull up in their cars, turn the vanity lights on and join their sexual parts together in a form of exercise and mutual exchange of shuddering body fluids. Whilst this is going on men, generally old perverts jump out of bushes and wank all over the windscreen. Or so I'm lead to believe.

So this image haunts me, I can hear someone outside. What to do, get my dick out and go and have a watch, turn the I-pod up and pretend it's not happening, grab a knife....! I ponder, ok let's take a look, cock firmly still placed well and truly in my knickers. I turn the interior lights off and open the blinds....I was half expecting to see an old bloke in a mack holding a pathetically shrivelled penis in his hand and a 1970's camcorder in the other...or, even worse, a 50 something MILF with big hair and red lipstick smeared all over her face staring through the window with a hand full of KY jelly and a 12" black dildo strapped to her head!

I won't tell you what I actually saw when I pulled that blind up! I'll leave you to ponder and wander through your own imagination!

Must go now...gay lord Pedro is telling me off......

Laters...bring on the Ice! Ice! Baby!

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Another Crazy Ass Year......

They say you should always set yourself a target at the start of each year. A goal to hit, a dream to fulfil. As always, I think I've done this to the extreme. A little snap shot of what's in store for 2012 for the crazymeister. You can follow progress on face book and twitter @crazymeister

spot of ironing on top of Kili....
January
Endurance Event: Tough Guy

February
Norway Ice Climbing
Race: Icebreaker Duathlon
Night Race: The Grim, Night Terror

March
Winter Mountaineering Scotland : Aonach Eagach Ridge, Ben Nevis via Tower Ridge, Ring of Steel
Race: Sole Destroyer
Race: Bath Half Maraton
Endurance Event: Exmoor Ultra 40 Mile - TBC (only if training goes as planned / injury free)

April
India Ocean, scuba diving and advanced PADI
Race: London Marathon

May
Endurance Event: 112 mile self supported run of entire Jurrasic Cost in 72 hours
Endurance event: Welsh 3,000 Challenge. All 15 mountains over 3,000 ft in 18 hours or less.

June
Charity Event: London 26/26/26 Challenge
Mountaineering :Wales,Island Peak Training
Endurance Event:Lake District 42 Peak Challenge Bob Graham Round.
Totally Bonkers Event: Spain, Camino Del Rey via ferrata, dubbed the scariest in the world!

July
Endurance Event: Hadrians Wall, solo run, self supported 84 miles

August
Hike: Swiss Alps Haute Route Arolla to Zermatt

September
Nokia Coast 2 Coast - 105 mile bike, run and kayak across Scotland in 48 Hours
Mountaineering: France/Italy - Ascent of Mont Blanc 4,810m Highest in Western Europe

October / November
Expedition: Nepal, Himaylayas -  to climb Kala Patar (5,545m), base camp Everest and ultimately the ascent of Island Peak (6,189m)
Race: Survival of the fittest, London


December
The Grim and a bit of a rest 

Island Peak

Happy New Year

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Here's to a happy, healthy and damn right crazy 2012

Best wishes

Simon


Friday, 30 December 2011

Doing Something Crazy...in the Kitchen

Ok people, most of you know I love a good adventure race, knee deep in mud and frozen water. I also love a good mountain. Nothing more refreshing than being thrown over a two foot cornice to dig an avalanche pit in a Scottish blizzard :-) Oh yeah baby! But, there is a sensible side to me that loves to cook, to eat healthy. I'm no saint; yes I love a beef pattie slapped between a bun from a well known fast food outlet beginning with Mmmmmmmmm but only on the odd occasion, usually when I'm on the hoof. No I don't ride horses. Also, where would Wednesday night be without a curry takeaway. Well still between Tuesday and Thursday I guess but it is my weakness on what is generally a healthy eating week.

Every January, I go extreme alas, no change there. I have this diet stricter than my primary school teacher that sellotaped me to my chair..those were the days. You do that now and she's be called a kiddy fiddling, bullying, child abusing masochistic pervert, stripped of her job, house, splashed all over the Sunday rag and slammed up for six months with manic depressive self harming lesbian. Anyway, it clearly did me no harm. Anyone want to hit my willy with a stinging nettle?

Now where was I, oh yeah my detox. Seriously, this shit works. I eat a diet at of fish, brown rice, fruit, nuts, pulses, goats cheese and that's about it. No caffeine, no wheat, no dairy, no meat although I do cheat and eat chicken sometimes, no sugar, no refined foods, NO F***ING ALCOHOL grrrr. Basically if hasn't just been dug up (no I don't do necrophilia), picked, or caught I generally try to avoid it. Lemon tea, cold shower, fruit smoothie and oats with soya milk to start the day. Tuna salad for lunch, Salmon with jackpot or brown rice for tea with a crumble of goats cheese and some leeks to jazz it up. You get the picture.

Now it can get boring, tedious, damn right monotonous at times but you have to stay strong. You have to imagine you are eating a raw steak off a naked lady. Use some imagination, what ever floats your boat and tickles your testicles or niggles your noona for the ladies.

After a few weeks, combined with a healthy sleep pattern, exercise and relaxation you feel amazing. Truly. Alive and alert like a new person, all ready to "TOX" for the next eleven months. Yeah!

If you fancy it, give it a go. As my last blog, I'll be posting some of my kitchen dishes and ideas for you to have a go at. You don't have to follow them, just maybe take a little inspiration from them and tweak them to make them you own.

Have fun in the kitchen, it's not a place for chores. It a place to express yourself, have some fun and promote your health and happiness for 2012. Hope you enjoy my dishes or those that come from your own imagination. Be lucky x

Foil steamed salmon with spiced butternut squash, saute peppers and brown rice

Foil steamed salmon with spiced butternut squash, sauté
peppers and brown rice

Serves two, allow 1 hour from chopping board to plate.

What you need:


Ø  Two fresh salmon fillets, skinned and pin boned
Ø  Half a medium sized butternut squash
Ø  Three bell peppers, red, yellow, orange…forget green!
Ø  1 Medium Leek
Ø  1 Lemon
Ø  1 Small onion
Ø  Small handful of fresh dill
Ø  Two garlic cloves
Ø  Tilda Butternut squash 2 minute brown rice (or cook your own)
Ø  Good few glugs of olive oil
Ø  Salt and pepper
Ø  About a level teaspoon of mild curry power
Ø  Half a medium glass of white wine or vegetable stock
Ø  Tin Foil

What to do:

1.      Preheat to oven to 190c or 170c for a fan assisted jobbie
2.      Peel and de-seed the butternut squash and cut into equal chunks about the size of a sugar cube. Place in a roasting tin.
3.      Glug olive oil over the butternut, don’t be shy. Make sure it’s all coated the season with salt and pepper and even sprinkle over the curry powder then toss around the roasting tin
4.      Peel and slice the two garlic cloves lengthways and lay over the butternut


5.      Place in the hot over for 35 minutes and toss around once or twice whilst cooking
6.      Next, trim the leeks then half lengthways and slice as fine as you can…watch those fingers!
7.      Cut four slices off the lemon, reserving the rest and place on the leeks
8.      Tear the dill into bits and place on the leeks leaving a few sprigs for garnish  



9.      Place the fish on the leeks and season well with salt and pepper


10.   Pull off a strip of tin foil double arms length. Fold together, end to and, then fold in half again. Tightly fold three sides over to form a sort of envelope making sure you leave one side open. This should form a double skinned pocket.




11.  Open up the pocket carefully and place in the leeks, lemon, dill, salmon then add the wine or stock and then fold over and seal this end. The parcel should now be completely sealed. Don’t tighten parcel too much as the air inside needs to expand when cooking to steam the fish.





12.   Once the butternut squash has been in the over for 35 minutes, move it over to one half of the roasting tin and add the salmon parcel on the other. Continue cooking for a further 20 – 25 minutes for just cooked pink, moist and delicious salmon
13.  In the mean time, cut and slice the onions and the bell peppers



14.   8 minutes before the salmon is ready, sauté the onions in some olive oil for three minutes then add the peppers for a further five. Stir and season.
15.  The Tilda rice can be nuked for 2 minutes. I know this is not best treatment for rice but it’s quick, convenient and pretty tasty to be fair.
16.  To bring it all together serve the rice to one side, in a mould shape if you want to chef it up.
17.  Place the peppers on the other side and the butternut squash cubes in the middle.
18.  Cut open the foil bag carefully from the top and very carefully fish slice out the salmon, leeks and lemon and place on top of the peppers.
19.  The dress, you can add a balsamic and olive oil rocket salad and a sprig of dill either on the fish or the rice. Enjoy!!
 

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Thursday, 8 December 2011

Goal Posts forever moving, forever getting smaller, forever getting harder to hit the target


I love it when crazy shit happens; especially when I’m controlling it, promoting it, embracing it with open arms. Pushing the boundaries mentally, physically without emotion. Striving for the next hit of pain, torture and endurance.

The trait of a masochist, mind set of  a lunatic, body of a gently ageing 42 year old Essex boy that still has time on his hands before his body says “f**k right off chap”!

And why not, someone give me a reason? I love life and I love to live. I don’t like to conform to the norm, I’ll never ever be a member of the pipe and slippers brigade. Sometimes, well most times I need to release my inner energy on some crazy shit mountains, insane adventure race , martial arts or just something that’ll give me a buzz. It’s not adrenalin seeking, it’s called “Lust for Life”.

It is a fact the more you do, the fitter you feel, the more you want to do. If you do a 6 mile run, next you want to do a six mile run in the mud, then you want to do a six mile run in mud, snow and freezing water , then you want to do a  six mile run in mud, snow, freezing water in the dark! It just goes on, where does it stop.

I know when I will stop: 1) When I’ve run the Four Desert Ultra Marathon series and 2) Summited Everest. Then, and only then will I feel I  have fulfilled my ambitions, able to die a happy man knowing I have lived, loved, provided and achieved.

So lot’s of build up stuff already completed, mountains around the world, marathons, lots of adventure races, Tough Guy…that’s worth a mention alone. More to come of course, loads of adventure races for 2012, ice climbing, Alps, Himalayas, endurance hikes like Jurrasic Coast and Hadrians Wall, marathons, ultra marathons, Coast 2 Coasts  and FFS Tough Guy again in January. Looking forward to hypothermia once again L like a priest looks forward to a visit from the child protection agency.  It’s all very basic human nature to me, life, well life…..


“Life is like a box of fireworks ……….Well that’s all I wanted to say about that…..”

Doing Something Crazy