The Winter Tough Guy is considered one of the toughest assault courses in the world (and by many THE hardest). It was also going to be one of the coldest Tough Guys since 1996.
The -5 windchill was dampened as nervous bodies crowded, and the start was charged with an amazing atmosphere of adrenaline and excitement as the 5000 racers chanted and the hundreds in the crowds cheered.
My target was to finish top 40, and I was ready to fight every inch of the way. The start went off quickly, at a ridiculous pace, everyone sprinting to gain good position. The slower you go the more crowded the obstacles become and the further behind you get.
After just one km I was already exhausted, but by this time everyone had slowed considerably. We were already jumping over obstacles and dragging ourselves out of trenches and freezing water, and my lungs were on fire and my legs burning. On top of that I had a painful stitch coming on in my ribs on my back.
I put my exhaustion down to the sprint at the start, but it wasn’t long before I felt a little ‘off’. Those jelly babies I ate hadn’t settled and the energy was draining from my legs. The race was feeling harder than it should do and of course at this point, with another 7 miles of ‘cross country’ and 2 miles of treacherous obstacles to go, a few negative thoughts started creeping in, but I ran sensibly and started to conserve some energy.
After a couple of miles I took the decision to walk for a bit to build some energy back up and let my stitch settle. I got a few pats on the back cheering me on to keep going as was the comradery at the event. I gathered my energy back and legged it past all those guys who patted me on the back, I hope they didn’t take that the wrong way!
Among the ‘cross country’ obstacles was the ‘the Slalom’, a large steep hill which you have to run up and down endlessly. That really brought on my stitch and I realised it wasn’t going away. I was actually a little hot at this point and rolled up my sleeves.
There were also hundreds of cargo nets to scurry under and tangle you up, logs and hay bundles to jump over, and hundreds more trenches and streams to cross. The comradery was phenomenal. When you were struggling to drag your body out of a ditch someone would shove your arse, and you’d turn around and drag them out. It was like that all the way.
Then we reached the killing fields. Climbing over magnificently huge obstacles, traveling across ropes with frozen hands with 20 ft drops into a lake, running through electrically charged ‘tentacles’, swimming through lake after cold lake and underwater tunnels, jumping from planks into more lakes, running through fire, dragging yourself through tyres and concrete pipes scraping your cold flesh and crawling under barbed wire (I’ve got the scratches on my arse to prove it!).
I’ve jumped into frozen lakes to prepare for this, but what I should have done was do that for an hour and a half! I could feel that my feet were swollen and it felt like I was running on ice blocks. I simply couldn’t feel my hands. Instead of relying on feel I had to watch my hands as I placed them in the holds to climb.
I didn’t get the ‘ice cream’ headache when I swam through the water like I got in training, it was more of a whole body ache, and near the end you could hear cries of ‘No, not more water!’
Once out of the water the cold sears through your legs, but this is where I made my best gains as I had done this plenty of times in practice.
I had worked out before hand where I would make my final push. After I crawled from under the barbed wire I went all out with less than a mile to go, although at this point I was feeling decidedly sick and thought I was going to vomit. No time to think about that, I had to concentrate on completing the last of the obstacles and I ran as hard as my legs would take me. I gave that last mile everything I had!
Before the end there is another plunge into water before you drag yourself out and climb this large mound and slide down a slope sprayed by fire hoses…into more water! (I heard later that they closed this, along with a number of other obstacles because the fleet of ambulance crews and paramedics were struggling with to cope with all the volume of hypothermia cases!) And after 1hr 29min I was on the final sprint.
“And here comes Chris Protheroe to the finish, looking remarkably fresh I must say!” came the commentator’s announcements on the speaker.
“You f***in’ what?!” I thought, as I charged to the finish line…
and through the finishing area!!
There were cries of “You can stop now!” as I started drifting into the ticker tape. I slowed, my head dropped and I started walking into a few of the marshals as I tried to navigate my way around the corner and fell into a heap on the floor.
They picked me up and dragged me to my feet and through the finishing area where I must have completely ignored all the people handing out medals and made my way to the changing area. I eyed up my clothes hanging on the pegs and collapsed in another delirious heap on the floor.
I was crunched up in the foetal position clutching my face with my hands and gasping with each breath now because the cramp in my back was seizing my lungs. I wasn’t panicked, just in pain and utterly, utterly exhausted. A few people dashed over and a lady pulled my top off and dressed me in my jumpers.
“Why do you guys do this to yourself?” she said, examining the state I was in. “In an hour though you’ll probably be thinking you want to do this all again next year.”
“That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done” I quietly croaked as I looked up at her for the first time and thanked her.
I soon came to and went to buy a drink, handing the young girl behind the counter my wallet whilst shaking violently as my hands were too cold to open it.
“Ooh, I think I’m going to cry” she said, feeling sorry for me.
I walked off with my Oasis flying out of the bottle and frothing up whilst I tried to drink it.
After 20 minutes I was still searching for the car park so I could warm up in my car when I got severe cramp on the insides of my legs and sprawled out across a bridge screaming.
Wrapped up in a space blanket and laying sprawled out across the bridge, I was still struggling with my breathing letting groans out with each breath and shaking violently, probably looking a shade of blue, and I heard shouts of ‘paramedics!’
A couple of paramedics came rushing over and rubbed my legs and I managed to stand, and I was uncontrollably crying. It wasn’t tears of emotion or pain, it felt like it was just my ‘body’ crying out – it felt abused!
Underneath the sobs, the violent shaking and the trouble speaking because my ribs were still in spasm, I felt calm. The event truly tested me to my limits and I felt complete contentment with the day’s efforts. 5 months of hard training were put into action this day, and although things went wrong I gave it everything I had in body and in spirit, and I fought every last inch.
Whilst I was being escorted back to the car park though, there were ambulances and paramedics rushing around everywhere. It made me wonder how many other ‘stories’ there were, and after I warmed up I came back to pay my respects to the final finishers who were still going after 3 hrs 40 min.
The event was insane! I’ll definitley be back for more. This Tough Guy has taught me a lot and I plan to take heed of the lessons. My target was top 40 – I came 40th! – out of 5000. Next time you’ll see me in the top 5!
Just before Christmas I visited the Lakedistrict and did a bit of climbing – Helvellyn and Scafell, and boy did I find out how hard it is to try and run up one of those things!






