The highest, most dangerous marathon in the world was underway for only the second time in history. This was my first ever marathon and almost certainly would be my last. It was in many ways a first for most of the runners for this was no ordinary marathon even for the most experienced. The only other virgin marathon runner was Alastair Kennedy, an officer of the 2nd Bn 2nd King Etward's Own Gurkha Rifles, in command of the 7 man Gurkha contingent also taking part in the race.

The starting pace for most was little more than a walk for we had been advised that anything too strenuous at high altitude could have serious consequences and might prevent us finishing. The first mile was an awkward clamber over boulders but I passed over them safely and headed down for Lobuche, our first check point. It had been drilled into us that dehydration occurs easily at high altitude and we should consume at least a pint of liquid at every check point which were set up every three miles along the course; that meant 9 pints during the race!

I set off once more on the second leg, taking me along the path of a half frozen river and into a vast open valley. I had decided to run alone; I had done so during training and would therefore continue. My first problem; no other runner in sight and no way across the river. I cursed myself for having taken the wrong bank but eventually found a way across and set off down the valley. I had to concentrate on my footing; although there were no more boulders the ground was badly rutted and exceedingly treacherous.

Pheriche, home of the Himalayan Rescue Association, was the site of the third check point, marking the first 9 miles and time to stock up on more fluids. Leaving Pheriche I reached the first of many bridges, the likes of which have to be seen to be believed. These varied in size and construction but were usually made with steel cables slung high over the raging Dudh Kose river.

My goal at the start of the race had simply been to complete the grueling 26 mile 385 yard course. But, once underway, the competitive spirit took over and, although not concerned with my placing, a respectable finishing time became foremost in my mind. I knew my running experience was limited, not to mention at high altitude, and a mental battle developed as to what my fastest but safest speed should be.