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Ultra Gobi<br />
“For all its epic views<br />
and endless emptiness,<br />
the Gobi offers no help<br />
to the wayward runner”<br />
“Forward progress was dictated by one’s ability to follow<br />
a thin line on a small digital display,” says Poole. “Flat<br />
batteries or a broken GPS handset would be disastrous.”<br />
As would severe sleep deprivation and the decline in<br />
cognition that comes with it. Britain’s Nathan Montague<br />
followed a broken arrow on his device for several hours,<br />
ending up lost. His error was costly: at one point, he was<br />
chasing second place; he finally crossed the line in sixth.<br />
Carnegie: “More than 100km in and approaching dawn<br />
on day two. Three hours into running through dried<br />
river beds and canyons with James, I discovered how<br />
useless fingers become in this cold. Trying to capture<br />
the mood of utter isolation was challenging. James<br />
went from incoherence amid the cold dark of night to<br />
wildly hallucinating as the horizon turned to gold,<br />
claiming there’d been a dog running alongside me for<br />
hours and that the hills were full of apartments with<br />
people looking down on us. His mind was mush.”<br />
Checkpoints range from tents manned by a lone person<br />
huddled around a fire, to small villages in the middle of<br />
nowhere. Each runner has six drop boxes – meticulously<br />
packed and checked before race start – from which they<br />
can retrieve nutrition, luxuries and changes of clothing<br />
en route. <strong>The</strong> logistics of calculating what they'll need at<br />
each checkpoint is immense, especially with a minimum<br />
required daily calorie intake of 25,000kcal.<br />
Poole: “<strong>The</strong> lowest point occurred shortly after<br />
crossing the 4,000m peak at halfway. With little more<br />
than two hours’ sleep in two days, I’d seen gnomes,<br />
imps and goblins hiding in the scrub. Cliff-sides looked<br />
like trains with endless lines of carriages. Shadows in<br />
the dying sunlight resembled dogs’ jaws leaning in to<br />
nip at my ankles. With less than 3km to one of the lifesaving<br />
bases, I was confronted by a frozen lake lined<br />
with boats, pontoons and jetties. Listening out for<br />
any cracks in the ice, I climbed gingerly between the<br />
obstacles. More than an hour later, I staggered into<br />
the checkpoint, hypothermic and in serious difficulty.<br />
Seven hours on, I hobbled out of the tent. To my<br />
surprise, there was no lake. It had all been in my mind.”<br />
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