Richard Askwith

Askwith had reached the point where he had had enough with running. Not the actual act, but the way that the sport had been hijacked by global brands whe were only interested in selling you more expensive pointless kit, the never ending drive to better yourself incrementally and the proliferation of heavily marketed extreme challenges. He wanted to return to what made him love running in the first place. A move to Northampton meant that he had the opportunity to change.

He stopped pounding the pavements, set aside his watch and headphones and liberated himself. He found new routes through muddy fields and over the fells, got utterly soaked and mud splattered regularly and frequently got very lost. A chance encounter in a car park ended up with him being chased on a regular basis by bloodhounds, all for fun of course, but mostly he discovered whilst running for the sheer pleasure of it, the delights of wildlife and nature. He has many practical tips for those wishing to avoid the relentless expense and just get back to the simpler art of running, as well as key pointers for rural running.

This is not a book I would have normally selected; preferring two wheels to two legs, but as it was one of the books that had appeared on the Wainwright Prize longlist last year so it has got to be worth reading, right? And it was. Askwith has endless passion for what he now calls running free. For example, rather than run with shoes that cost the earth; he now uses a lightweight shoe, almost glove like and has changed his running style to suit. What really comes across in the book is his discovery of the wildlife and nature as he runs, but not having headphones jammed in his ears, he hears the bird song and water in streams, and even as he runs early in the morning with his dog, Nutmeg, they still come across deer and raptors out early. 3.5 stars overall. Well worth reading, even if the last time you ran anywhere was at school.… (plus d'informations)

Like one of the many fell runs it describes, 'Feet in the Clouds' starts out slowly. In the middle it's exhilarating. But I feel better now it's over.

Richard Askwith is a fell-runner and his book is a homage to the sport and its heroes written from the middle of the pack, for though he's no slouch he's no contender either. It catalogues a fell-running season, punctuating the year with tales from the long and parochial history of the sport.

It's a history of quiet heroism because fell running is a sport that tests the individual to his limits. Distances, gradients, terrain, weather, and remoteness vary from the merely challenging to the extreme and life threatening. Yet the glory and riches that reward round the world boat racers, say, is absent from fell-running. Theirs is a story of passion, commitment and obsession just like any other, but until a film about Joss Naylor, and now 'Feet in the Clouds' it was largely unreported outside valleys in the remoter parts of England, Scotland and Wales.

Mr Askwith's a "Southern Yuppie" adopted into the fell-running family. He lionises its heroes; Joss Naylor, Eddie Campbell, Helene Diamantedes, vividly portraying the mental and physical torment of the fell run. But in his enthusiasm he underplays the privations that underpin it; the training, the exhaustion that can stay with a runner for a lifetime, the crippling injuries, and what it must feel like being the spouse, or child of a dedicated fell runner. This is the story of the winners, not those who fell by the fell side.

He also underplays his own achievement in completing the Bob Graham Round. An arbitrary challenge to climb 42 Lake District peaks separated by 74 miles in 24 hours. Barely more than a thousand people have completed a Bob Graham Round yet he is so in thrall to the greats (the record is just shy of 13 hours) that he describes his victory at the fourth attempt (in 23 and a half hours) apologetically.

It's a shame, because by the latter stages of the book I was flagging. There's only so many times you can read about lost, fog-bound, famished runners, their backsides gouged on sharp Snowdownia scree without anticipating what happens next.

If you've ever pushed yourself to the limit and aren't in a hurry to do it again, this is a painless way to relive the experience. If you're seeking inspiration, you'll find it. But towards the end 'Feet in the Clouds' was, appropriately in a way, relentless.… (plus d'informations)