26/05/2026
At the weekend we had Sye do the London 2 Brighton ultra. This is his write up from that day.
London 2 Brighton Ultra Challenge — in aid of KSS Air Ambulance Charity 23rd May 2026 — and what a day to take on an epic challenge.
The day started perfectly: clear skies, high spirits, and an incredible atmosphere from the very beginning. The event itself was brilliantly organised and, despite the intense heat, the energy throughout the day was unreal.
One of the best parts was the camaraderie among the walkers. Complete strangers encouraged each other every step of the way, while local residents stood outside their homes hosing us down, handing out sweets and water, and cheering us on like heroes. It genuinely made such a difference.
Surprisingly, there was never a moment where I thought, “Why am I doing this?” I knew exactly what I’d signed up for, and I was determined to finish.
The first 50km passed with very few problems, although the heat was definitely the toughest battle. Reaching each rest stop, chatting with fellow walkers and marshals, and soaking up the encouragement kept morale high. Once darkness fell, things became a little more surreal. The further I went, the fewer people I saw, and at times I genuinely questioned whether I was even heading the right way. Walking through pitch-black woods with only a headtorch for company was slightly unnerving — until the relief of spotting a marker & glowstick shining in the distance.
At the halfway point, we were treated to a hot meal and a sports massage, both of which I took full advantage of before heading back out.
The real struggle began during the early hours of the morning. My blisters had become brutal, and my legs were loudly protesting that I should definitely be asleep instead of walking through the countryside at 3am. My stride slowly turned into more of a shuffle, but somehow I kept going.
Then sunrise arrived, bringing with it a second wind. Bit by bit, I managed to get moving properly again.
After more than 120,000 steps, some impressively huge blisters, and legs that no longer felt like my own, I finally crossed the finish line in 25 hours and 42 minutes. Seeing my parents there cheering me on made the moment even more special.
I couldn’t have done it without the support of my family, work colleagues, and running group the 'Mote Runners', for which I’m incredibly grateful.
For me, this was a huge personal achievement — and honestly, I’d absolutely do it again.
Just maybe not during a heatwave next time.