The Bob Graham Round: My journey Across the Lake District Fells

 

The Bob Graham Round is one of the most iconic challenges in British fell running.

Located in the Lake District National Park in North West England, the challenge takes its name from Bob Graham, who first completed the Round in 1932.

Starting and finishing at Moot Hall in the centre of Keswick, it involves summiting 42 Lake District fells over approximately 106km (66 miles), with around 8,200m (27,000ft) of ascent, all with the aim of returning to where you started in under 24 hours.

There is no fixed race date, mass start, or traditional entry fee. You simply choose your date, start time and direction, organise your own support, and give it a go.

After setting off at 7:14pm on Friday evening, I managed to get back to Moot Hall in Keswick at 5:00pm on Saturday, having covered 107km and climbed around 8,400m (almost the height of Mount Everest) in 21 hours and 46 minutes.

The Round was everything I hoped it would be and more, and easily one of the best days I have ever had in the mountains.

The weather was (mostly) incredible, the views were sensational and, despite a definite low point somewhere around Kirk Fell and Great Gable, I somehow managed to smile and laugh my way around almost all of it.

In this blog I am going to break down my entire experience of completing the Bob Graham Round, including my journey across each of the five leg, alongside the training, my kit, and nutrition. I will also explain why organising the thing was arguably harder than actually running it.

If you are looking for a dedicated guide to the Bob Graham round, you can find that below

 

The build-up to my Bob Graham Round

I had known about the Bob Graham Round for years, but despite being a very experienced hiker, I had never really considered it something I would attempt myself.

My closest experience of anything similar had been three successful completions of the Welsh 3000s, a hiking challenge in Snowdonia which is around 52km with 3,900m ascent.

The Bob however was a completely different beast, its over double the distance, has twice the eelevation, and the small inconvenience of potentially spending 24 hours moving through the mountains.

The idea started becoming more realistic after I signed up for UTS Snowdonia 56km, then watching Mark Wilson's documentary about his Bob Graham Round (a cracking watch). This planted the seed that with enough preparation maybe I could give it a crack myself.

Interestingly, most of my actual trail runs were relatively short, with the bulk of my ‘training’ coming from consecutive long days hiking.

My training at the start of 2026 was actually focused on Newport Marathon (End of April). Three weeks before the race I tweaked my calf on my last long run, and rather than jeopardise UTS Snowdonia which was four weeks later, i made the decision to pull out.

Instead I spent the marathon weekend hiking in Snowdonia National park ( 55 km with 4,300 m of ascent over four consecutive days) before heading to Madeira, where I hiked across the island, covering 130km with approximately 7,000m of ascent across six days.

Then came UTS Snowdonia, where I covered the 56km route with 3,600m of ascent in 8 hours and 43 minutes, despite seven hours of rain and some of the most heinous mountain conditions I have ever experienced. Finishing underneath my nine-hour target gave me the first real confidence that the Bob might actually be achievable.

After UTS I headed to the Lake District to recce large sections of the Round. Unfortunately, I didn't manage to recce all of Leg 3, as I changed my plans to support a mate on Legs 1 and 2 of his successful Bob Graham attempt.

I completed Legs 1 and 2 (minus Fairfield) of the Round in around 7 hours 30 minutes, roughly 30 hours after completing a 25km loop from Wasdale with around 2,800m of ascent, which covered most of Leg 4 and the back end of Leg 3.

The final major block of preparation came three weeks before the Bob when I hiked and ran the Tour du Mont Blanc over 6 consecutive days, eventually covering around 172km with more than 10,000m of ascent.

More important than the numbers was how good my legs felt afterwards.

Especially considering 110km of the route was spent carrying a heavy hiking pack, Some of it was at altitude, and almost all of the 172km was done in silly temperatures.

I was ready for the Bob Graham Round, I just needed the right weather window.

 

Planning my Bob Graham Round

One thing nobody really prepares you for is just how much work goes into organising a Bob Graham Round, and how stressful the whole process can become.

I would genuinely argue that planning the bloody thing was harder than the Round itself, especially when you have to consider picking a date and start time, building a realistic schedule, finding hill support, organising road crew and transport, planning your nutrition and kit, and making sure everyone knows exactly where they need to be and when.

To keep things readable, I have broken the main parts of my planning down below.

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 4, Great Gable
 

Nutrition and hydration

Nutrition was another part of the Round that I planned pretty meticulously.

The Bob Graham is as much an eating challenge as it is an endurance one, so it doesn't really matter how fit you are and how much training you have doine are if you dont fuel properly.

Eating carbohydrates while exercising is something I am fortunately very comfortable with, largely from my background in rugby and having previously trained for and completed an Ironman and three Half Ironmans.

During UTS Snowdonia I had managed around 115g of carbohydrates per hour for almost nine hours, Which was over 1000grams of carbs in total.

I knew that would be overkill for the Bob, and wasn't something I wanted to try and sustain for 23 hours, so for the Round I dropped my target to a much more manageable 80 to 90g per hour.

At around 81kg of Bodyweight, that worked out at roughly one gram of carbohydrate per kilogram of bodyweight each hour.

I planned to get hit this target through a mixture of solid food, sweets, gels and carbohydrate drinks, which i will go into detail below.

 

The Round Itself

With a 7:15pm start and having driven up to the Lake District the night before, I had plenty of time on Friday to relax, finish prepping my kit and food, and finish increasingly desperate search for another Leg 4 support runner.

Rather than sitting around all day thinking about what was coming, Becky and I drove over to Crummock Water for a swim before heading back towards Keswick. Stress levels were elevated slightly when we get stuck behind a broken-down car towards the bottom of the Newlands Pass.

Thankfully we had plenty of time and were set up in Bell Close car park in Keswick by 4:30pm.

After one final meal, I got my kit and nutrition ready, before meeting up with Mark and Tom (my support runners for leg 1), and making the short walk towards Moot Hall.

We arrived around 7:10pm and there was already another Bob Graham attempt (7:30pm start) sat outside moot hall.

Friday 14th August had tuned out to b a popular choice for attempting the round. There were seven registered attempts that evening, six of which were setting off between 7 and 8pm.

I would be the third of the six to set off, and this provided me with a bit of a boost, knowing there would be other people suffering their way around the fells with me, and Becky (my wife and road crew ) would have some company at the road crossings.

After getting the compulsory photo, loading the route onto my Garmin, and switching on my inReach tracker, I touched the door of Moot Hall and set off at 7:14pm to a few cheers and claps from the people outside.

 

Leg 1: Keswick to Threlkeld

The opening pace was deliberately steady as we made our way through Fitz Park and towards Spooney Green Lane, where the poles came out, the running stopped, and the first of many climbs began.

As expected my heart rate was initially higher than I wanted, but Mark and Tom were both excellent at reminding me to ease off and reassuring me that we were comfortably on schedule.

Early on into on the climb, Mark's phone received a government emergency alerts, which I jokingly said were informing the country that I had officially started my Bob Graham Round.

I saw Becky again at Underskiddaw, where she had quickly driven up from Keswick to give Mark a couple of my soft flasks, before we continued towards Skiddaw.

The climb was everything I had hoped for, and exactly how I wanted the Round to begin.

We were moving through golden-hour light, the summits were clear, and the views back towards Derwentwater and across the Lake District were sensational, while a cool breeze kept the temperature almost perfect.

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 1, Skiddaw
The Bob Graham Round, Leg 1, Skiddaw

The cloud rolled in and the wind picked up near the summit, but I reached Skiddaw in around 1 hour 19 minutes, roughly six minutes ahead of my schedule , without feeling like I had pushed particularly hard.

From there we dropped back out of the cloud towards Skiddaw House before crossing towards Great Calva, where I had extended the advantage to around ten minutes.

The headtorches came out on the descent, and after successfully keeping my feet dry through the river crossing I promptly planted one of them into a patch of bog on the climb towards Mungrisdale Common, rendering that small achievement completely pointless.

Looking back across the darkness, we could see several other sets of head torches moving across the fells from the other Bob Graham attempts, which was a special sight.

I was eating and drinking well, the pace felt comfortable and conversation was flowing, with Mark entertaining us with stories from his rugby career and his time around the England setup under Eddie Jones.

We reached Blencathra around 12 minutes ahead of schedule before starting the descent down Halls Fell. Once we had negotiated the trickier upper section, Tom shot off ahead carrying my empty soft flasks and a message for Becky that I wanted to change my socks after getting one foot wet.

I eventually arrived into Threlkeld in 3 hours 29 minutes, around 16 minutes ahead of my 22.5-hour schedule.

Considering the company, how comfortable the pace had felt, and how well I was eating and drinking, I came into the first road crossing on an enormous high.

Unfortunately there was some bad news.

My support runner for Leg 4 was flying back from Portugal and his flight had been delayed, meaning there was a chance he wouldn't make it to Wasdale in time…

That left me without anyone to support on leg 4, which is arguably the toughest leg of a clockwise round.

This meant I not only would have to carry all my kit and fluids, but would mean I wouldn’t have a witness at every summit, so couldn’t have my attempt ratified by the Bob Graham 24 hour club. Although I wasn’t doing the round to be part of the official club, it would have been a nice bonus to have.

As there wasn't much I could do about it, I didn’t let it affect the mood. I changed my wet sock, ate a sausage roll, drank some fluids, thanked Tom and Becky, then headed off towards Leg 2 while eating my sandwich.

A 7 minutes 45 second stop, exactly as planned.

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 1,
The Bob Graham Round, Leg 1, Dunmail
 

Leg 2: Threlkeld to Dunmail Raise

Leg 2 starts section of road out of Threlkeld, so I used that to eat my sandwich whilst allowing Mark ( who was changing his shoes for leg one) to catch back up.

You are better off walking and eating, rather than staying stationary. The round is about being as efficient as possible and trying to keep moving. As Mark Reminded me, “If we are moving, we are grooving” which became my mantra for the round.

With the problem of potentially having nobody to support me on Leg 4 still looming, I sent couple of voice notes on the early part of the climb to my support crew asking whether Ethan, who was currently down for Leg 3, would be willing to move across to Leg 4 instead.

Once the messages were sent, I put my phone away, left the problem with them and concentrated on the endless grind up Clough Head.

By the time we reached Great Dodd I was still around 15 minutes ahead of schedule, but the weather had started to change, with the wind picking up and thick clag rolling across the tops.

This is where Stephen came into his own.

He had supported and navigated Leg 2 numerous times (including Arthur Hill's winter Bob Graham record attempt), and said it was his speciallity. With visibility dropping to less than ten metres, I was able to relieve myself of the stress of navigating, follow his lines, and focus on eating, drinking and moving well.

The next couple of hours became a bit of a blur moving through the claggy darkness. Summits (and false summits) came and went, and it was hard to actually differentiate where i actually was on leg 2.

I do remember feeling incredible as we made the climb up to Lower man. I hadn't even had any caffeine at Threlkeld and was still riding the adrenaline of the Round.

Eventually we made it to Grizdale tarn and began the out and back to Fairfield. It is a horribly steep climb over loose scree and with the wind and drizzle having picked up, it was a right slog

Mark had taken things easy on the climb, and whilst I was on my way back from the summit appeared out of the mist armed with Jelly Babies, which was a huge pick me up.

On the descent we also passed Pete, another Bob Graham contender who had started at 8pm on a 20 hour schedule.

Ironically, he had also struggled to find support for Leg 3 and had actually messaged me beforehand asking whether I could support his attempt. Because we were due into Dunmail at fairly similar times, we had already discussed potentially joining forces across Leg 3. With my own support situation changing by the hour, and Leg 3 being the section I knew least well, that possibility was suddenly looking increasingly likely…

We carried on over Seat Sandal before Stephen headed down ahead of me with my empty soft flasks and instructions for the road crew.

I arrived into Dunmail Raise at around 3:00am, having completed Leg 2 in roughly 4 hours 10 minutes and was sitting around 20 minutes ahead of schedule.

Despite it being three in the morning, the lay-by was chock-a-block with road crews. More importantly only Brad was waiting to join me for Leg 3, which meant Ethan had agreed to move across and support Leg 4. Problem solved.

I changed both my shoes and socks, drank my first Red Bull of the Round, before a quick trip to the bushes for emergency poo. After a 15 minute stop, I departed feeling considerably better (and slightly lighter) and me a Brad began the steep climb up Steel Fell.

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 2
 

Leg 3: Dunmail Raise to Wasdale

Leg 3 was the section I knew least well, which made it the one I was probably most nervous about from a navigation point of view.

Brad was my lone support runner and this was he first time we had met.

He was visiting the Lake District for the weekend to view potential wedding venues with his fiance. After seeing my social media post, decided it would be a fun idea to meet me in a lay-by at 3am and spend six hours grafting through the fells. What an absolute trooper

After heinously steep climb up Steel Fell, we ticked off the first peak with relative assurance.

However with thick clag still covering the tops, multiple trods disappearing in different directions, and neither of us having done this section of the Round before, I found myself constantly second guessing and checking the route which was slowing us down considerably.

Thankfully, I eventually turned around to see two headtorches come bounding out of the mist.

It was Pete and his navigator Dave.

Because Pete and I had exchanged messages beforehand, he had no issue with us teaming up and moving together. Dave had completed the Round himself and knew Leg 3 well, so despite the occasional questionable line, had us moving with haste across the pitch-black, clag covered, fells.

I promised myself I would stick with them until at least sunrise, providing I wasn't jeopardising my own Round in the process.

One of the biggest mistakes you can make on a Bob Graham Round is trying to hold pace with a group on a faster schedule. You end up pushing too hard, burning too many matches, and leave yourself cooked for later in the round.

I was essentially going against my own advice.

Despite being head down and grinding away, conversation was still flowing, the mood was high, and most importantly, my heart rate was still sitting comfortably in Zone 2.

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 3,
The Bob Graham Round, Leg 3,

After traipsing through several hours of terrain that I now have zero recollection of, the darkness began to lift, daylight slowly returned and we were provided an enormous psychological boost.

Despite the slightly longer stop at Dunmail and some dilly-dallying during the opening stages of Leg 3, we were still ahead of my schedule when we reached Pike o' Stickle.

By this point I had repeated "Good one Dave, You’re a Legend Dave" (From the Flight of the Conchords song) half a dozen times.

The headtorches were now off, the cloud was beginning to clear properly, and for the first time since Great Calva I could actually see the mountains around me again.

The joy was short lived as we took a very direct and extremely soggy line across Musgrave Common , before beginning the first of two punchy climbs towards Bowfell.

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 3, Langdale Valley
The Bob Graham Round, Leg 3, Rosett Pike

People talk about this section as one of the more unpleasant climbs of the Round because it is steep, rocky, and comes after a long section of awkward terrain, but I actually found it alright.

The views back towards the Langdales were incredible, and after spending around eight hours moving through darkness and clag, the stunning landscape of the Lake District stretching out around took my mind of the climb at hand.

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 3, Rosett Pike
The Bob Graham Round, Leg 3, Rosett Pike
The Bob Graham Round, Leg 3, Rosett Pike

From Bowfell we made great time across some of the roughest terrain of the entire Round.

After ticking off Esk Pike, Great End, Ill Crag and Broad Crag, we reached Scafell Pike at around 7:55am, roughly 23 minutes ahead of my schedule.

Standing on the highest mountain in England before 8am felt like a fairly decent way to start a Saturday, although unfortunately the mist had rolled back in and robbed us of any views.

From Scafell Pike we dropped towards Mickledore before taking Lord's Rake towards Scafell.

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 3, Scafell Pike
The Bob Graham Round, Leg 3, Lords Rake
 

Having recced Lord's Rake after sunset beforehand, I had no issue with how technical it was. I loved it and found moving through it relatively straightforward, particularly if you stick to the more solid sections around the edges rather than charging straight through the loose scree.

Brad had a been brilliant throughout the leg, checking in, taking photos, alongside constantly reminding me to eat and drink. What he hadn’t mentioned was that he had started struggling slightly with the pace, and when we reached the steep scree of Lord's Rake he began to fall a little behind.

Near the Western Traverse he then took a wrong line and disappeared out of sight.

Not wanting to stand around getting cold, and knowing I would effectively be doubling back on myself after Scafell, I continued with Pete and Dave to bag the final peak of Leg 3 , before heading back through the mist to find Brad

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 3, Lords Rake
The Bob Graham Round, Leg 3, Lords Rake
The Bob Graham Round, Leg 3, Lords Rake and Western Traverse

Western Traverse

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 3, top of Western Traverse

top of the Western Traverse

 

Fortunately we were quickly and rather conveniently reunited directly above the descent off Scafell.

knowing I was a quicker descender, Brad handed me all my empty bottles, and told me he would see me at the campsite.

The final descent into Wasdale was steep, loose and fast, but I loved it.

After being called a lunatic by a couple of hikers making their way up Scafell Pike, I eventually arrived into Wasdale at around 9:04am, having completed Leg 3 in 5 hours 48 minutes.

It had been the longest leg of the Round, and the section I was worried about the most, yet I had come through it 27 minutes ahead of schedule and still feeling remarkably good.

Being a sunny Saturday morning in August, the car park in Wasdale was absolutely rammed. Thankfully a helpful parking attendant cleared some cones for Rab's van after he explained that they were supporting a Bob Graham attempt.

Being ahead of schedule meant they had only just arrived and nothing was quite ready. However as I was comfortably ahead of schedule, still riding high from the round, and extremely grateful to see a familiar face, I wasn't particularly concerned about slower road crossing.

I used the extra time to frequent the toilet, change my socks, organise my food and thank the legend that was Brad for his support.

After a 21 minute stop, Ethan and I departed Wasdale and I tried to gobble down bacon sandwich whilst preparing myself for what would be the hardest leg of the entire Round…

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 3, Descent off Scafell towards Wastwater
 

Leg 4: Wasdale to Honister

Ethan was another person I had never met before the attempt, having reached out after seeing my post on social media. I had initially put him down for Leg 2, then moved him to Leg 3 before the increasingly chaotic support situation eventually landed him on Leg 4, yet despite all that he arrived enthusiastic and ready to help, even informing me that if things got really bad I could use him as a chair.

Fortunately, it never quite came to that, but it was reassuring to know the option was there.

Leg four starts you off with a kick to your nether regions.

After a 900m descent of Scafell, you begin with heinously steep 600m climb straight up Yewbarrow.

To make the climb even more enjoyable, the the cloud was clearing and the sun was creeping out.

Despite having already been moving for almost 14 hours, I was still feeling surprisingly good as we started grinding our way upwards. Buoyed by Ethans enthusiasm and energy, we settled into a steady rhythm and eventually reached the summit 23 minutes ahead of my schedule.

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 4, Yewbarrow
The Bob Graham Round, Leg 4, Climb to Red pike

From there we continued to grind upwards towards Red Pike, and then towards Steeple.

Crossing the Wall we passed Pete and I greeted him with a Ronnie Coleman's famous "Lightweight baby, nothing but a peanut" quote and a first bump, which probably tells you everything you need to know about where my brain was at after around 75km in the mountains.

We kept the pace and reached Pillar at around 11:40am, still comfortably ahead of schedule.

Despite the sensational views the accumulated fatigue of nearly 17 hours in the mountains finally started to make itself known.

There was nothing drastically wrong , especially as I was still eating, drinking, and moving well. However my feet were beginning to hurt, the climbs felt considerable more energy sapping, and after spending most of the previous 17 hours chatting nonsense, I became noticeably quieter.

Nutrition was also becoming increasingly difficult.

I wasn't struggling to digest anything, I was simply completely sick of eating it. After consuming essentially the same 5 items for the best part of 18 hours palate fatigue had arrived with a vengeance. Even the Goated Rice Krispies Square bar was becoming difficult to get down.

After wearing them for the past 9 hours, I finally turned my Shokz headphones on, in order take my mind off the suffering I was about to endure…

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 4, Pillar
The Bob Graham Round, Leg 4, Pillar

I dragged myself up Kirkfell, before setting my sights on the monolith that is Great Gable. Of all the climbs on the Bob Graham Round, this was unquestionably the hardest.

By this point 84km and 18 hours into the Round

I remember looking up at the unrelenting wall of rock and scree and telling myself that if I could get over this b*stard, I had essentially broken the back of the Bob, so I put my head down and started climbing.

Ethan was doing his best to keep spirits high as slugged my way to the summit. Somehow I knocked 7 minutes of my schedule and was now 40 minutes up.

Great Gable had been the psychological obstacle sitting in my head since leaving Wasdale. There was still a half marathon to go, but once it was behind me I knew barring some freak injury or complete catastrophe, I was going to finish.

I gave it the big Tyson Fury, laughed at a kid who had knocked his mothers expensive camera over, and hobbled my way off the rocky prick of a peak.

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 4, Great Gable Summit
The Bob Graham Round, Leg 4, Great Gable Summit

Green Gable came quickly, followed by Brandreth, and Grey Knotts.

By this point I wasn't taking any chances with exactly constituted the official summit, so I made a point of touching virtually every high-looking rock I passed.

After nearly 20 hours in the mountains, the last thing I wanted was to discover I had missed a summit because I had chosen to touch the wrong piece of Lakeland geology.

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 4, Honister
The Bob Graham Round, Honister

We dropped into Honister at around 2:07pm, where another collection of familiar faces were waiting, including my wonderful wife Becky. Rab and Rannoch, along with Heidi Rogers, Alex Staniforth and Rob Parsons, who had made the effort to support even after his flight had been delayed.

Mollie was also waiting with her camera to capture some great photos, and my mate Handsome James had brought pepperoni pizza.

After spending the previous 19 hours eating offensive quantities of sugar, that pizza might genuinely be one of the best things I have ever eaten.

I ditched my running vest, changed into my party shirt, once again thanksedmy wonderful wife and the hero that was Ethan, and prepared for the final leg.

 

Leg 5: Honister to Keswick

A few minutes later we were climbing out of Honister towards Dale Head, with Heidi, Alex and Rob joining me for the final leg and Rab and Rannoch also tagging along for part of the climb.

Leg 5 is often described as the victory lap of the Bob Graham although calling 17km with 800m of climbing a victory lap feels slightly generous after you have already spent almost 20 hours in the mountains.

With a belly full of pizza, the sun shining, the company of familiar faces, and the worst of the climbing behind me, I was back on cloud nine and buzzing to seeing it home. Alex had even commented that he had never seen anyone looking so fresh heading onto Leg 5, which was a major pick me up.

Dale Head was the final substantial climb of the Round, and knowing that made the ascent considerably easier to stomach, Even if Heidi was setting a ferocious pace.

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 5 Dale Head
The Bob Graham Round, Leg 5 Dale Head

We reached the summit in good time and stopped for some photos. The tops were clear and with 360 degree Panoramic views stretching across the Lake District, I was able to look over many of the peaks I had summited over the previous 20 hours

Being able to look back and physically trace sections of the Bob was pretty profound:, particularly when I thought back to standing outside Moot Hall the previous evening, with such a daunting task ahead of me.

Those provoking thoughts didn’t last long upon the realisation I had left my tracker in my vest at Honister. It didnt affect the round, as my wife was heading straight to little town and heidi was updating the whatsapp group with my summit times.

However it cause some worry for those following the tracker, who now thought I had tapped out at Honister and was getting a lift back to Keswick…

“Its all the Drama Mick, I love it”….

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 5 Dale Head
The Bob Graham Round, Leg 5 Dale Head

From Dale Head we continued across to Hindscarth before making our way towards Robinson. Upon reaching the 42nd and final summit, I sat down for a moment and tried to properly take everything in.

I obviously hadn't finished yet and there was still a decent distance between me and Moot Hall, but after months of training, recces, planning and questioning whether I was actually capable of completing the Round, I had now stood on all 42 summits and could finally allow myself a moment to appreciate it.

I was on cloud 9 and the energy levels can be summed up by the heel click which Heidi manage to capture as I made my way off Robinson (hello broken ankle)

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 5, Robinson

Despite my enthusiam and my legs feeling good, my toes and feet were in a bit of a pickle, making the steeper sections increasingly uncomfortable. So I was overjoyed to see Becky and Laszlo waiting for me at Little town with a camp chair and a pair of road shoes.

By this point my desire to consume anything sweet had almost completely disappeared, so I was surviving predominantly on gels and carbohydrate drink.

The final pick me up came through my headphones in the form of the Three Hunters from Lord of the Rings soundtrack.

If you're going to spend the final few km of a Bob Graham round running towards Keswick on battered toes, you might as well pretend you're chasing down a pack of Urak-hai.

Having spent the previous night and almost the entire day in the mountains, running back into a busy town at around 5pm on a Saturday afternoon felt incredibly surreal.

The market was still in full swing and the final few hundred metres involved weaving between people, stalls and cars as we made our way towards Moot Hall.

I climbed the fabled steps and after spending almost 22 hours marauding around the Lake District in order to touch a door, I actually forgot to touch the door (Thank you Heidi for reminding me)

I had completed the Bob Graham Round in 21 hours and 46 minutes.

My Garmin had recorded 107km with approximately 8,400m of ascent, meaning I had covered the equivalent of more than two and a half marathons while climbing almost the height of Mount Everest, all in less than a day.

For all the nerves beforehand, the logistical chaos, my increasingly battered toes, and the quite frankly unhealthy quantity of sugar I had consumed, I had done it.

More importantly I had spent the overwhelming majority of those 21 hours and 46 minutes smiling, laughing, and having one of the best days I have ever had in the mountains.

Finishing The Bob Graham Round at Moot Hall, Keswick
Finishing The Bob Graham Round at Moot Hall, Keswick
Finishing The Bob Graham Round at Moot Hall, Keswick
 

After the Round

Crossing the finish line of an organised race normally means medals, food, drinks and somewhere to collapse, whereas finishing a Bob Graham means touching a door in the middle of Keswick and then standing around wondering what you are supposed to do with yourself.

I had imagined finishing with a celebratory pint, but Keswick was absolutely heaving and there appeared to be about a 25-person queue just to get into the pub. With Becky also looking after Laszlo, that dream was quickly abandoned and instead

We took the obligatory photos outside Moot Hall, first with my wonderful wife and then with the glory hunters of Leg 5.

I then caught up with Pete, who was also sitting on the steps after finishing his Round around ten minutes before me. We compared our expereinces on the rest of our Rounds and laughed about some of the moments from Leg 3, which already felt strangely distant considering they had only happened a few hours earlier.

I then staggered the couple of hundred metres back to our hotel, which had cost an eye-watering amount because I had booked it at the last minute during the school holidays. The only consolation was that it was directly opposite Moot Hall, so at least after 107km I didn't have particularly far to walk.

Once the adrenaline started disappearing, everything caught up with me fairly quickly. I had been awake for around 34 hours, my toes were battered, one ankle had swollen up and I suddenly hit an enormous wall

I had a bath, managed around a 90-minute nap and awoke looking I had been transported from another dimension.

Thankfully, Becky kindly went out and returned with fish and chips and curry sauce, which I completely destroyed, before climbing into bed and having one of the best sleeps of my life.

Finishing The Bob Graham Round at Moot Hall, Keswick
Finishing The Bob Graham Round at Moot Hall, Keswick
 

How I felt afterwards

Considering I had just covered around 107km with 8,400m of ascent, I was genuinely surprised by how well my body recovered.

My toes were by far the biggest casualty and remained fairly fragile for the following week, while my ankle was also sore the next day, but muscularly I felt considerably better than I expected. My quads were slightly tender, my hips and hamstrings were fine and, fortunately, I don't really have calves, so they couldn't get sore.

The difference compared with UTS Snowdonia was enormous. After UTS I spent the best part of a week walking around like John Wayne, whereas after the Bob my legs seemed to recover surprisingly quickly and I was back doing some light training within a few days.

I think a huge part of that came down to how I paced the Round. Outside of the descents and flatter sections I wasn't really "running" particularly hard, I hiked almost every meaningful climb, kept my heart rate under control for the vast majority of the day and never reached the point where my legs completely fell apart.

It reinforced something I had started to realise during training, which is that the Bob isn't really about being an exceptionally fast runner, but about being incredibly efficient in the mountains for a ridiculously long period of time.

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 5,
 

Final thoughts

Looking back, the thing that stands out most isn't Great Gable, the distance, the 8,400m of climbing or even the 21-hour and 46-minute finish time, it is how much I genuinely enjoyed the experience.

There were obviously difficult moments, but they probably accounted for an hour or two of a day where I spent the vast majority of the time laughing, chatting nonsense, soaking in the Incredible views, whilst wondering how I had somehow persuaded this many people to give up their Friday night and Saturday to run around the Lake District with me.

The weather undoubtedly helped and made an enormous difference to my mood. During the daylight hours, whenever the legs started hurting, I could look around, see where I had come from and remind myself how lucky I was to be doing it.

More than anything, though, the Bob Graham reminded me how brilliant the outdoor and fell-running community can be.

Half of the people who supported me I had never met at all before the attempt, yet they willingly gave up hours of their time, and did everything possible to help me get back to Moot Hall.

Mark played a particularly big part in the whole thing, not only supporting Legs 1 and 2 but also being one of the reasons the idea of attempting a Bob entered my head in the first place after I watched the documentary about his own Round. Having previously supported him on the Paddy Buckley, it felt pretty special to then have him alongside me for the opening eight hours of mine.

Rab also deserves a huge mention, not only because he drove all the way down from Scotland to support but he crewed me at Wasdale, helped shuttle support runners, and then still joined me on Leg 5. Having him was not only a big pick me up, but took a massive amount of pressure off Becky and played a huge part in the support operating so smoothly.

Tom, Stephen, Brad, Ethan, Heidi, Alex, a Rob were amazing support runners, while Pete and Dave were a massive help across Leg 3. James arriving at Honister with pepperoni pizza deserves a special category of recognition, and Mollie also deserves a huge thank you for coming out to capture some brilliant photos.

The biggest thank you, however, goes to Becky, who had to endure months of me talking about schedules, recces, nutrition, weather forecasts and increasingly obscure Lake District summits, before spending the entire attempt driving around the Lakes, preparing food, filling bottles, changing plans at short notice and somehow remaining supportive throughout the whole chaotic process.

Without her, and without everyone else who gave up their time to help, there is absolutely no chance I would have had the day I did.

I finished with battered toes, an unhealthy quantity of sugar inside me and absolutely no desire to look at another Rice Krispies Square for quite some time, but I also finished having smiled my way around the majority of the round and experienced one of the best days I have ever had in the mountains.

For something I had spent weeks worrying about, it turned out to be everything I hoped it would be.

 

Useful Bob Graham Round Resources

If you are planning an attempt, I would always use the Bob Graham 24 Hour Club website for the latest official information, particularly around registration, rules and road support, as some other resources online may be older.

The Bob Graham Round, Leg 1, Skiddaw

Bob Graham Round FAQs

 

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