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How Eddie Izzard changed the nation

Sunday, June 27th, 2010

Eddie Izzard did a run for Sport Relief last year. If you’ve not heard of Eddie, he is probably best known as a stand-up comedian and not at all for his sporting prowess. If you didn’t hear about his run, then you should Google it. He ran 43 marathons in 51 days.

He did not do much in the way of training, he was not an athlete by any measure and he did not brand it as “extreme this” or “toughest that”. He just got on and did it, and I have a lot of respect for that. What he did, physically and mentally, was very impressive. I’ve mentioned before how such feats can demonstrate what people are capable of but I also think that Eddie’s run has had an impact far beyond that.

Mark Beaumont set a World Record and precedent for cycling around the world really fast and I really liked the way that it captured a nation’s imagination. I think Eddie has done even more than that. Mark’s ride has inspired a number of others to repeat and beat his record. But Eddie, in my opinion, has helped shift the psyche of the country.

Marathons used to be the sort of thing that people aspired to one day complete in their life. To tick off from their ’100 things to do before you die’ list. They were hailed almost as a limit for the human body but I think people are realising that it is capable of a whole lot more than just 26 miles. I’m not detracting from running a marathon in any way – I’ve never actually run an organised one myself and I imagine it is a very tough thing to do – but, put simply, it is not even close to the limitations of your body and for the world to continue believing that would be a real shame.

Now, a guy called Mark is halfway through a monstrous run across Europe. Another bloke in the news is trying to do 12 marathons in 12 months. I got an email from a chap who wants to run to Hawaii and another one from a guy who wants to run a thousand miles in a single month. And all of these since Eddie Izzard completed his run last year.

This could be coincidence. It could be that I’m more in tune with this sort of thing and I just happen to be picking up on it more.

Or…

Maybe Eddie has inspired people. Maybe Eddie has raised the bar. Maybe Eddie has pushed the envelope a little and opened people’s eyes a little wider to the possibilities of their bodies, of the world, of life. Maybe Eddie has done something just a little bit amazing.

And, if so, maybe Eddie deserves a round of applause.

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Swimming: The Next Step in Adventure – Guest Blog: Dan Martin

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

 I met Dan Martin in the Lake District last month where I commandeered a motorboat and shipped kit to an island that he swam to and where we cooked up a feast on an open fire and camped out like a real old-fashioned adventure.

OK, that’s not strictly true.

I think the first time we met was actually in a cheap Chinese restaurant outside South Ken Tube but that’s not a very exciting introduction. Dan’s website says that he is an “extreme athlete” and if you take two seconds to see what he’s planning then I think you’d be forced to agree.

I’m hosting the post below, kindly written by Dan, as part of the Adventurer’s Blogging Chain.

Swimming is the future of adventure. We’re running out of peaks to be climbed, running out of ways to get to the poles, running out of ways to cycle/sail around the world and running out of oceans left to row. Swimming is the untapped future.

Outdoor swimming is taking off around the world thanks mainly to the popularisation of triathlons and Ironman races. Marathon swimming is booming with more and more people attempting to swim the English Channel every year. More and more swimmers are getting back into open water and its great news for all of us.

I did my first ever open water swim at the beginning of May last year and am now addicted! It’s the rush as the cold hits you, the delight as you realise you’re alive and the way the world looks from a fish eyed view!

I think with the increase in popularity of open water swimming we’ll find more people trying to push the barriers of swimming. 25 years ago marathon running was thought to be only for the super fit, now thousands run marathons each year and some run further-across the Sahara, across America, around the world! In the public eye there is Martin Strel and Lewis Pugh achieving amazing things in swimming but behind the scenes there are hundreds of swimmers opening up new routes and channels and swimming further and in colder water than ever before. The mental barriers for long distance swimming are being broken down and swimming oceans is now possible. I will set off next year from the United States and swim across the Atlantic wearing only my trunks, goggles and a swim cap. I’ll swim in stages of about three hours and it’ll take between four and six months. There are a lot of unknowns with this kind of swimming but no more than when people first started heading south to the pole or up Everest or when we first put a man on the moon.

In more mainstream expeditions it’s now almost impossible to get to the North Pole without swimming across some stretches of water. The video below is of Mike Horn and Bourge Ousland walking to the North Pole in winter and having to swim stretches:

The only barriers that long distance swimming has are mental. I think the Pacific will be swum soon, I was sad to hear that Todd Cameron and Rob Hutchings’ Great Barrier Reef swim had to be cancelled due to finances. Lynn Cox swam a mile to Antarctica; Lewis Pugh swam a kilometre at the North Pole and on Mount Everest. Penny Palfrey had to pull out of a 72mile swim between Oahu to Kauai in Hawaii due to being stung by a Portuguese Man-O-War but was on course to make it. I think we’ll see the emergence of self supported longer swims towing a small pod with navigational equipment, locator beacon, food, water and room to sleep. Jon Bradshaw was looking into this for his Atlantic swim but at the moment it looks unfeasible. I’d say it would be possible with fins and a wetsuit but without that added propulsion then you’d struggle to make progress. Obviously swimming will never take the mantle of climbing or hiking but the 21st century is the time for swimming to the limits!

I’ve been fortunate enough to swim with a few of Britain and Ireland’s finest adventurers and the video at the top of the page was the result. It may not be an exhibition of the finest swimming but they all gave it a go! Well done Dan Richardson, Simon and Fearghal, Al Humphreys, Helen Lloyd and Tim Moss. The name and shame list includes Rob Lilwall, Sarah Outen and Mark Kalch-all of whom have turned down the opportunity for swims!

 

This article is written as part of the Adventurer’s Blogging Chain – a communal movement of like-minded people writing stuff for each other’s websites.

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How can they riot?

Sunday, June 6th, 2010

There’s a protest
She said
And I asked her what for
Justice?
Peace?
Same as before?

Um, no
She replied
A smile turned to frown
Not in this place
Not in this town

One side wrong
One side right
It’s ever so easy
When there’s black
And there’s white

How can they riot?
How can they hate?
Why do they shout
Instead of debate?

Stupid question
She said
Why march the same day?
I nodded
I agreed
Though I felt the same way

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How to prevent bike theft

Saturday, May 29th, 2010

I watched someone steal a bike last month. Right in front of me they cut the cable lock with a pair of pliers and pushed off with it into traffic on Notting Hill High Street. I was gutted.

Seeing the man work frantically with his tool I asked: “Hi. What are you doing?”. Don’t worry, he told me, it was his bike. I didn’t believe him. “I’m going to have to stop you” I said as if rehearsing aloud what I should be doing. He was clearly paying me little attention. His work was nearly done.

What should I do? Grab the bike? Grab him? Call the police? I don’t actually remember what happened in those few seconds but suffice to say I did very little and somebody had their bike stolen.

It saddened me deeply as it does now to write about it. It saddened that someone would come back to the rack to find only a broken lock. It saddened me that someone would do that – steal another person’s bike. It saddened me that I didn’t stop it, didn’t think quickly enough or act decisively enough. It saddened me that the local police station did not answer their phones on two attempts.

What good comes of this?

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what I should have done and why I didn’t do it. It wasn’t fear or lack of motivation that stopped me acting, it was simply that it was an awkward and novel situation and I didn’t know how to act. I was unsure and almost embarrassed at the thought of “causing a scene”. How absurd.

It served as a reminder to me that sometimes we know what we want to do and what is right but we don’t know exactly how to go about it. Maybe it’s the unfamiliarity of a situation or the fear of doing something different. Be it for preventing bike theft or any other course of action, I hope this experience will help strengthen my resolve in future.

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P.S. If it does happen to me again, this is what I hope I will do:

  • Immediately attach my D-lock to the other person’s bike (I’m assuming I’ve got my bike too and hence the lock)
  • Grab the nearest passerby and get them to grab another and another until we have a crowd
  • Call the local police. If they don’t answer, call 999

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When again will I eat houmous at midnight?

Saturday, May 22nd, 2010

When next shall I find myself lying in a ditch beneath a sheet of camouflage nylon inside a sleeping bag strewn at the most obscure of angles to find comfort whilst tending a pot of luke warm cous cous as it heats slowly above the purr of a stove?

How long until I once more find myself staggering into a noisy pub on a Friday night, clip-clopping my way to the bar in cycling shoes, head-to-toe in shiny, sweaty, grubby lycra, my face red from exertion, my mind vacant from exhaustion, asking could I please get my water bottle filled up?

In what time and place will the success of my day be measured upon so simple a scale as hours and miles, and my performance be reviewed so instantly, explicitly and without compromise by an LCD display just inches from my face?

When again will I eat houmous at midnight, with fists full of bread and watery plum tomatoes, and wash it all down with block after block of dark chocolate, milk chocolate, cheap chocolate, any chocolate, not because I want to but because I know I should if I want to get up tomorrow and do it all again.

What else could make me eat 6,000 calories, drink 2 gallons and sleep 10 hours in a day only to wake up tired, hungry and thirsty the next?

Wherever should it be that the end of my day be dictated so harshly by the lowering of the sun and weakening of muscles, the pre-requisite for doing so be simply whether or not I am carrying enough water and the location of my bed be controlled only by the lay of the land in my immediate vicinity?

What set of circumstances will cause my brain to dwell at such length on the consistency of food stuffs unattainable at present, of a bed, a sofa, of anything on which to lay my aching body, a shower in which to cleanse it and the shelter in which it will be protected from the elements and kept in happy stasis?

How, I don’t know.

And where, I don’t care.

But when, I hope, soon

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