On April 12, 2012, the Internal Revenue Service ("IRS") issued proposed regulations that provide guidance on the research fees that will be imposed by the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act ("Act") on specified issuers of health insurance policies and plan sponsors of self-insured health plans. These research fees are scheduled to start with the first plan or policy year ending on or after October 1, 2012, and will affect the health plans of many employers. Although the regulations currently are in proposed form, health insurance issuers and plan sponsors may rely on the proposed regulations for guidance pending the issuance of final regulations.
The Act provides for the establishment of a private, non-profit corporation, the Patient-Centered Outcomes Research Institute ("Institute"), that will do research to evaluate and compare the health outcomes and the clinical effectiveness, risks and benefits of certain medical treatments, services, procedures, drugs and other techniques that will help treat, manage, diagnose, or prevent illness or injury. This research will be used by the Institute to help patients, clinicians, purchasers and policymakers make informed health decisions. The Act provides for the establishment of a Patient-Centered Outcomes Research Trust Fund ("Trust Fund") that will be the funding source for the Institute. The Trust Fund will be financed, in part, by the research fees that will be paid by specified issuers of health insurance policies and sponsors of self-insured health plans.
two dollars multiplied by the average number of lives covered under the policy or plan, for policy or plan years ending on or after October 1, 2013 and before October 1, 2019.
For policy or plan years ending on or after October 1, 2014, the research fee will be increased based on increases in the projected per capita amount of "National Health Expenditures."
Covered lives generally includes covered employees, spouses, dependents and certain beneficiaries, subject to specified exceptions for health reimbursement arrangements ("HRAs") and health flexible spending accounts ("Health FSAs"). If an individual is covered by two self-insured health plans sponsored by an employer that have the same plan year (e.g, a self-insured medical plan and a self-insured prescription drug plan that have the same plan year), only one research fee is required for that individual. The research fee does not have to be paid for an individual residing outside of the United States.
Issuers and plan sponsors that are required to pay the research fee will report and pay it once a year, and in no event later than July 31 of each applicable year. The first payment deadline for the research fee is July 31, 2013. IRS Form 720, "Quarterly Federal Excise Tax Return," should be used to pay the research fee. There are special rules for determining who will pay the research fee when a plan covers more than one employer.
certain governmental programs (such as Medicare and Medicaid).
The research fee is based on the average number of lives covered under the applicable insurance policy or plan, and the proposed regulations provide several options for determining that number.
The proposed regulations also have several other requirements regarding the research fee that may apply depending upon the facts and circumstances of each policy or plan. The period for assessing the research fee will start later this year, and employers that have health coverages that will be subject to the fee should coordinate with any applicable insurer or administrator to make sure the fee is timely and correctly paid.


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Q: Is it possible to use Unity3D NavMesh in a server application? Unity3D contains a core dll that called UnityEngine.dll. That library contains all logic for the engine, like NavMesh.
Is it possible to use that dll in other applications, for example console applications, feed NavMesh with baked NavMesh from scene and perform navigation?
In other words, I want to create a game server that will navigate all agents and send to clients new positions of them.

A: No it is not possible.
This question was asked by a Unity user few years ago and he got the no answer from a Unity engineer. He tried that and failed. Unfortunate I am not able to find that question again but the answer the user got made sense.
According to the post as I remember, he said that all the UnityEngine.dll file contains all the classes you see while programming and those are for reference and complier only. He also said that the UnityEngine.dll file does not include the run-time file required to make it work alone in other application.
The Unity compiler generates the required dlls or files needed to run a Unity game.

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> Directive 2013/59/EURATOM came into force today!
Directive 2013/59/EURATOM came into force today!
The Council Directive 2013/59/EURATOM of 5 December 2013 laying down basic safety standards for protection against the dangers arising from exposure to ionising radiation, and repealing Directives 89/618/Euratom, 90/641/Euratom, 96/29/Euratom, 97/43/Euratom and 2003/122/Euratom came into force today, 20 days after its publication in the Official Journal of the European Union on 17 January 2014.
The relevant article with regards to cosmic radiation for air crews is Article 35 which sets out two different thresholds:
A. Where the effective dose to the crew is liable to be exceed 1 mSv per year, the parties shall take appropriate actions to:
assess the exposure of the crew concerned
take into account the assessed exposure when organising working schedules with a view to reducing the doses of highly exposed crew
inform the workers concerned of the health risks their work involves and their individual dose
special consideration for pregnant air crew (Art 10(1)).
B. Where the effective dose to the crew is liable to exceed 6 mSv per year, more stringent requirements shall apply, allowing for the specific features of this exposure situation.
In other words, if a crewmember is above 1 mSv and below 6 mSv he/she is considered to be a radiation worker category B, in which case his employer should fulfill the requirements as mentioned in Art 35 sub-paragraphs a, b, c, and d.
If he/she exceeds 6 mSv he is to be considered as a category A radiation worker, and his/her employer has now the obligation to apply with the requirements as lined out in the Art 40 to 49. For example storing the medical and radiation reports until the person in question reaches or would have reached the age of 75 years, but at least for 30 years after the latest exposure year exceeding 6 mSv.
Article 107 says that the original Directive 96/29/Euratom is repealed with effect from 6 February 2018, which means that the Directive 96/29/Euratom will be valid until 6 February 2018.
> Download the new Directive 2013/59/EURATOM
> Read the Official Journal of the European Union
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Home › Politics
World War III? Black Leaders React To Trump Ordering Assassination Of Iran Official
Black leaders are sounding off on the assassination of Qassem Soleimani, which could potentially lead to a war in the Middle East.
Written By A. Woods
The recent assassination of Qassem Soleimani, the commander of Iran's Islamic Revolutionary Guards Corps Quds Force, has evoked fear among U.S. citizens mainly because of the dangerous and unpredictable territory the country has now entered. The President Donald Trump-ordered killing, which the U.S. government has deemed an act of self-defense, has resulted in a promise of "revenge" for "those criminals who have tainted their filthy hands with his blood and the blood of the other martyrs of last night's incident," per Iran's supreme leader, Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, according to The Washington Post.
The hit was carried out by the U.S. military by way of a drone attack near Baghdad International Airport.
MORE: People Think Trump Is Starting A War With Iran So He Can Be Re-Elected And Delay Impeachment Trial
Black leaders are criticizing the president's actions, which follows pro-Iranian militias' recent attack on the U.S. embassy in Baghdad last week.
Sen. Cory Booker accused Trump of lacking a "strategic plan," which as a result has shaken America's stability and placed the country in imminent danger.
He also said in a CNN segment, "Let's be clear, Soleimani has American blood on his hands. He has been involved in – ordered attacks that have cost American lives and wounded many of other soldiers," he said. "This is somebody who is a bad person, but we also have to look at the larger strategic situation in that area. We have a president who has had a failure in his Iranian policy. Who has had no larger strategic plan and has made that region less stable and less safe – not only for Americans, but for other countries."
Rep. Maxine Waters has demanded that Americans receive "better answers rather than dangerous disruption in the entire Middle East."
Meanwhile, Sen. Kamala Harris acknowledged that although Soleimani was "an enemy of the U.S." Trump's "actions put more American lives at risk and could lead to a new war in the Middle East — with no plan for what happens next."
Rev. Jesse Jackson, on the hand, is not surprised by what some have deemed the workings of a dictator, also calling out Trump's potential motive for the assassination, which could stem from his looming impeachment. "It is predictable that @POTUS' undiplomatic, unnecessary act of war without the approval Congress, is to divert attention from impeachment hearings," Jackson said.
Rep. Hakeem Jeffries has also accused Trump of trying to play both sides of the coin. "The President has spent years telling Americans not to believe the Intelligence community," he tweeted. "He just lit a stick of dynamite in a volatile region based on information he claims to have received from that same Intelligence community. You can't have it both ways Donald. in a volatile region based on information he claims to have received from that same Intelligence community. You can't have it both ways Donald."
Let us not forget Trump's 2011 tweet about his predecessor Barack Obama which quite frankly could have been foreshadowing.
Shaun King Cites Obama's 'Responsibility' For How US Assassinated Iranian General
Barnard College Murder: All The Ways NYPD Is Bungling The Case
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spine challenger ultra
It's the middle of the night, about 1am. Totally pitch black. It's blowing a gale strong enough that I have to make sure an occasional gust doesn't blow me over: the weather forecast said the wind would reach 50mph tonight, which would bring a wind chill of -15°. It feels that cold. It's raining/sleeting/snowing, horizontally, but thankfully coming from behind me. Visibility is very low: I can see the ground for about 1 metre in whatever direction I point my head torch, but if I look up, there's a wall of sleet/snow/mist and it all looks identical.
I can't find the path I should be on, and I'm telling myself not to worry.
I've been awake since the previous night, when I had a restless single hours sleep in a dorm room with 5 other blokes. That has been my only sleep since 5am Saturday – today is 1am Monday, 40 hours ago. I'm probably not really lost, just confused, but I simply cannot work out which way to go.
I have been going along a long track called Cam Road, which is at about 600m altitude, high enough for the rain I was in an hour ago to have turned to snow and sleet. I've been steadily getting slower since my last stop at 9pm, and am at my most tired and sleepy. My GPS device is telling me that I need to take a simple left-hand fork off my current route, but it isn't here. The footsteps in the snow I've been following since getting high enough for snow are equally confused, showing how they walked in circles looking for the same route.
I decide to walk in a square, 5 paces in each direction, which should bring me across any new route. After walking 4 squares, I realise that the circling footprints I've been following are probably my own. Shit.
I've slowed down in my confusion. Slow means cold, as I'm not generating the heat needed to fend off the wintery conditions. Every time I turn into the wind I am reminded how lucky I've been for the last few hours, keeping the conditions blowing behind me. Walking into that wind and sleet is mentally and physically shattering. Going back the way I had come is not an option.
I thought: Can't go forwards. Can't go backwards. Mustn't get cold.
What you've just read isn't made up, or exaggerated for effect.
There's a good reason the Spine Race and its smaller 'fun run' partner Spine Challenger are marketed as Britain's Most Brutal Race. The full Spine Race covers 278 miles up the Pennine Way, and sets off 24 hours after the Spine Challenger which is just a mere 108 miles up the Pennine Way. They are not true 'ultra races' in the traditional sense, but more 'expedition races' that happen to cover an ultra distance.
The typical sort of people that start the longer Spine race are hardcore mountain experts, used to winter conditions and looking after themselves against some serious adversity. They are the people that Bear Grylls admires and wants to be when he grows up.
The sort of people that start the Spine Challenger (my event) are those that want to attempt the full Spine at some point in the future, but are far too intimidated (terrified) to go straight for the hardest race in Britain. The Spine Challenger is known as the hardest 100 mile race in the country. Having also completed its closest competitor, the Arc of Attrition (race report HERE) I would happily say that it wins that particular accolade easily.
Why? Why is it so hard? OK, the route is rough trail, very hilly (5600m of ascent…that's about 5½ times up Snowden) and very open on high ground for changeable weather conditions. The Pennine Way is deserted and desolate, perhaps crossing a road every 6 or more miles; there isn't a welcoming pub or village every few miles to stop and rest. It's wet and boggy for long sections, to the extent that some stretches have had a long path of stone slabs put on as the ground is too treacherous.
A typical 100 mile event has 4 or 5 checkpoints, with hot food and drinks, access to a drop bag full of spare kit, and a friendly face. The Spine Challenger has one checkpoint, at Hebden Bridge, after 45 miles. (You can stop at the few pubs or cafes you find on the route however, which is very necessary).
A typical 100 mile race asks you to carry water and a waterproof jacket as mandatory kit. The Spine Challenger has a mandatory kit list that includes a sleeping bag effective to -6°, a bivvy bag (basically a big bin-liner made from tent-material to get into in your sleeping bag and stay dry), goggles to protect eyes from strong winds, 3000 kcal of food, a full set of maps covering the route, and lots more emergency equipment. All of this weighs a lot, and that means that every gram counts…I became slightly obsessed with keeping the weight down, and I even snapped my spork in half to save perhaps 3 grams. I will write a lot more about the kit I used HERE, for future entrants of this race.
The Spine Challenger has a cut-off of 60 hours, which means you are likely to be outside in the elements for a minumum of 48 hours unless you plan to win. If it rains, you get wet, very wet, with no way of getting dry.
Because it's January, the sun comes up about 8am and it's getting dark by about 4-5pm. That means you have 8 or 9 hours of daylight, and then 15 or 16 hours of inky darkness. It's very hard to push through the night on any race, but the depression you feel when you know that you will see the sun for the last time at 4pm is very real and it makes the dark night last forever.
And finally, a typical 100 mile event will allow your friendly support crew to meet you every few miles with a supportive hug and hot food. The Spine Challenger, for the first time this year, allowed no support outside the race-provided checkpoint or local pubs & shops. This meant that you felt truly on your own in the wilderness.
Perhaps I can explain in a more simple way. Come with me on a journey…
I can run 100 miles, and I have quite a few times. It's always hard, but it gets easier as you know what to expect. I suspect you can drive, and if I asked you to drive from Manchester to London, you'd say "OK, no problem". It's about 4 hours driving, 200 miles, so it would take you a few hours and you might be quite stiff at the end, but you would cope with it, wouldn't you? Ah, I have a few conditions for you. I want you to drive in January, and the windows of your car are stuck down & the heating is broken, so it will be cold and windy in the car, but I'll let you wear whatever thick coats you want.
I will not allow you to take smooth easy motorways, but twisty lanes that are covered in potholes, and take much much longer. You cannot have your satnav, and there are no signposts on these back roads, but the good news is that you have a compass, a 1988 AA road atlas, and a small GPS unit that sometimes points the way to go.
Oh yes, last couple of things: you can stop only once for hot food, and I require you to tow a caravan (the equivalent of carrying my massive rucksack) just in case the worst happens and you need to stop and shelter. And these back roads are very hilly, which means that your poor car will really struggle to get up them with the damn caravan you're pulling.
It all sounds a bit rubbish now!
I should add at this point, I'm not a super-fit athlete, smashing out miles of running in between hard sessions at the gym. I run a bit, work a lot, eat rubbish food, and listen to some awful music. I've done a few longish ultras, but generally can only manage one or two per year because I take a while to recover (both mentally and physically). On the positive side, I'm stubborn and I like to finish what I start, which puts me in a good place for putting up with some discomfort.
And what brought me to the Challenger? As usual, a bit of escalating banter with a running buddy John Hunt, coupled with an "I wonder if I could do it???" attitude, saw me applying for a place shortly after entries opened in February 2017. Common sense then made me made me let my place lapse, as there was clearly no way I could attempt this monster. Then, a few months later in May, something else made me email the organisers to say that I had bottled it, and could I get back in the race. And they said yes!
I then spent August to November reading up about the types of kit required for the likely weather conditions, buying lots, and cramming it into a rucksack. November saw me manage to squeeze 3 days off work (Sun-Tue) to recce some of the route, and understand the likely terrain. I was struck by the isolation and bleakness of the route…there really was no sign of life (human or animal) on majority of the route. Because there was no grass there's no wildlife, only endless bog and heather. The recce also involved sleeping out in my bivvy bag, which was a good test, and carrying full race kit, which weighed a whopping 9kg and ruined my back by the end of the first day. Back to the drawing board for what to pack.
November also saw me spend every Sunday morning driving to the nearest good training hills, the cliffs at nearby Folkestone, and going up and down them for 7 hours. I think I did this 4 or 5 times in November before I ran out of time and put all my training on the back burner while Xmas monopolised my time in December (I work in retail). Although I started running again on Boxing Day, my mileage in the 6 weeks before the race was a measly 110 miles in total. Not great preparation!
The last few weeks were spent packing and repacking to try to minimise the weight of whatever I could. Also sorting out transport arrangements, due to a train strike on Friday 12th January scuppering my journey that had been booked for 6 months. And the other big task of the weeks before the race was trying to get my head around the fear I was feeling. It is normal to feel a little apprehensive before a big ultra, but I was deep in the fear zone, being all too aware my lack of experience in winter conditions and the terrain. Perhaps more significantly, I simply didn't know what to expect: the weather forecast was changing daily, detailing winds and heavy rain that no one would choose to go outside in. And most importantly, I've spent the last 30 years living in the South: this means we avoid rain/mud/hills, and I've not seen more than a few centimetres of snow in the last 15 years. The threat of snow triggers Southerners to panic buy bottled water at my supermarket, whereas the north simply gets on with daily life. I was well aware how unprepared I was for this.
The rucksack is quite large, but dwarfed by the dropbag!
On that cheerful note, I set off on Friday morning, with my rucksack and a gigantic drop bag of spare kit. I'd packed some cheese rolls, and had quite a nice journey snoozing the miles away from Kent to London to Sheffield, where my train journey stopped due to the train strike. I'd managed to arrange to share a taxi to race registration with another couple of runners, Stuart Mugridge and Lizzie Rosewell, which meant a slightly less stressful arrival even despite a taxi driver chattering away happily to me with such a strong accent that I couldn't understand a word he was saying. The three of us made an interesting group: Stuart had done much of the Dragons Back race last year, a hugely tough mountain race in Wales, and he was clearly a very good runner, but perhaps he wouldn't be able to run much in boggy terrain with a heavy rucksack. Lizzie had recce'd a lot of the course and was a strong orienteer and long-distance runner. I was just out of my depth, but clearly I had the biggest drop bag, so I had something going for me.
Arriving at the village hall for registration at about 3pm, the first Montane flags in the car park brought home the realisation that I was actually about to do this thing. Cue faster heart beat and more deep breathing. Calm down!
Registration was surprisingly quick, and I got lucky in the mandatory kit check, only needing to show 3 items rather than the full kit check I saw some others have. There were a number of well known faces there (hello Lindley), who would be forming different Spine Safety Teams that would be on the course for the Challenger and full Spine (as well as the standard Mountain Rescue Teams) in case of difficulties.
A swift race briefing followed in another local hall, which was fairly routine until the head medic stood up, introduced herself, and then proceeded to explain how dangerous this race was. Excellent news.
I cadged a lift up to the Youth Hostel I was staying at from a fellow runner, and checked into my room. I spent about an hour of faffing with kit, and double checking I knew where everything was before going down to dinner. I had originally intended to go back into Edale for a meal, but it was a few miles that I was happy not to cover again, so I ate 2 main meals (lasagne and sausages & mash, if you're interested) and chatted to a northern farmer called Dan who looked very relaxed. The previous summer he had completed a Bob Graham Round (a circuit in the Lake District that takes in 77 peaks) in just under 24 hours, which is an amazing achievement. After we'd chatted about nothing in particular for a while, he proceeded to check the mountain weather forecast, which would probably be accurate by now: no rain, but 45 mph winds moving the temperature of 0° to a wind chill of -12°. Not really what I wanted to hear!
After stretching out the evening as it clearly felt too early to go to bed, I went upstairs at about 8pm, and finished packing all my bags, ready for an early start in the morning. A quick chat with the wife, and it was off to bed. Obviously not to sleep, that would be too easy, but it felt like I lay there for 8 hours with my mind racing about what was to come.
I was up before the alarm at 5.30am to get ready for the race start of 8am. I'd stupidly not planned anything for breakfast, and the YHA breakfast didn't start until 7am, so I resorted to some of my race food…there may be worse things to eat in the morning than coffee, a tin of mackerel and a rehydrated chicken curry but I'm not sure I know what they are…..however, they were calories, which is what I needed.
I checked in my massive drop bag, which weighed in at an impressive 18kg (the limit was 20kg, so I just squeaked it in!), and got the minibus back to the village hall which was the starting point. My tracker was quickly fitted and confirmed working, which was good, as it also contained my SOS button if required (especially in places where the mobile signal is non-existent).
Interestingly, there was no queue for the toilets, which is unusual, but clearly goes to show how everyone else was taking it in their stride and I was sh*tting myself (in a very real and physical way).
As I sat in the hall, waiting for the start, it was a chance to watch everyone else around me, and inspect the varieties of backpack everyone had, from unbelievably small to extremely heavy. I even saw one bloke who had his spare batteries still in their cardboard packaging, which must have added at least 5 grams to his pack – outrageous.
A quick note on my pack…while weight wasn't the only consideration when deciding what to take, I was very aware that my appalling lack of strength would cause me problems the longer I went on if my pack was too heavy. While an extra 200 g may not sound much, if I packed 4 or 5 extra things (like a bag of boiled sweets or a few warm tops) I would soon be adding serious amounts of weight, and that would slow me down and tire me out.
And then the shout went up to make our way to the start…it was just about light outside and the familiar metal gantry (securely strapped down in case of the inevitable winds) was standing proudly in the gloom. I had time to snap a quick picture (naturally) and then get to my customary position at the rear of the pack.
Me! At the start!!
Note from Bob:
Congratulations reader!! You've made it to the start of the race, about 3000 words in. Feel free to get up, have a walk around, and make a cup of tea. It all gets (even more) tedious & painful from here.
The view from the back…..
From where I started at the back, it was quite slow going. I was happy to settle in gently, and take it easy. The first serious climb was a few miles in, and on the way there I started chatting to Mal Smith, who I knew vaguely from a few ultras in my native Kent, organised by a great RD Mike Inkster. Mal (who is not a spring chicken any more) used to drag a tyre around the 6 mile looped course that I would run round, and has done some of the Yukon Ultra series, so it was great to hear some stories of his adventures (but not the ones where he kept seeing wolf tracks around him).
At the bottom of Jacobs's ladder, the first big ascent, I went ahead and felt good all the way up. About halfway up, ultra-legend Damian Green was wishing everyone luck, which was great. The difficult thing (for me) on these long ascents is trying not to sweat too much, as I found while training that once sweaty, my merino wool base layers would transport the water away from my skin, but over time they would become damp unless I vented them (i.e. unzipped everything) to release the moisture.
Nice and steady at the start
The moisture would simply sit under my jacket until I stopped climbing, and would then make me cold. So I spent a lot of my time zipping and unzipping my various layers, putting on and taking off my hat and gloves, ultimately doing everything I could to keep my temperature cool or cold, rather than warm.
A long stretch past Kinder Downfall and through to Snake Pass (the first road crossing, at about mile 10) was my first proper taste of the wind. I was high up (over 500m) on very flat terrain and the wind just whistled through your clothes, really biting into any exposed skin. There was a couple of mountain rescue vehicles at the Snake Pass road crossing, with fresh water, and at that point I remember thinking that everything was going pretty much according to plan. I was trying to keep my water intake to a minimum, having learnt on previous ultras how easily I can drink too much and overload my stomach. I'd rather suffer with a bit of thirst, than be vomiting all over the floor by mile 50.
Still smiling somewhere near Kinder downfall.
Thick cloud & hills
After Snake Pass was a long boggy stretch over Bleak Low, where I got chatting to a lady called Jo Barrett, who agreed with me about how bleak and desolate the surroundings were. She was clearly very prepared for the Challenger, having recce'd pretty much the whole course and was moving through the boggy sections very quickly. We chatted about lots of things, including her dog, my new puppy (Golden Retriever if you're interested, being collected next week), and families.
It was an enjoyable way to pass the time, and again I found myself moving on ahead when the terrain flattened out…I may be rubbish at ascending or descending, but by god I can move quickly on nice flat stone slabs (some might say, like pavement).
Lizzie (from the taxi) caught me up before the long slow descent to Torside reservoir, and was moving really smoothly. I think I complimented her on how good she was at skipping down the rocks, while I picked my way down like a geriatric goat terrified for his life. At the reservoir there was another Mountain Rescue team, this time with a gazebo, and hot drinks. I had a quick coffee, and one of the cheese rolls I'd been carrying. I had made my mind up to eat a small amount about every 2 hours, to keep my stomach & digestive system working while I moved. It would be important not to stop eating or I have found that my stomach simply stops wanting anything, and the ensuing exhaustion is not pretty.
Leaving Lizzie at the mountain rescue gazebo, I moved quickly through Crowden, remembering that it had taken me 6 hours to get there in November, and today it had only taken 5 hours (albeit with a lighter pack and dryer conditions underfoot). The long climb up Oaken Clough was just as hard as in November, and again, I was getting hot on
the way up and having to make sure I didn't sweat too much.
The next section included a stream crossing that in previous years had been a knee deep wade-through job…not good news to get your feet that wet at such an early stage. I was wearing quality waterproof socks (as well as 2 pairs of liner socks under them) and gore-tex gaiters, but nothing was going to keep the water out if it was that deep. Luckily, this year was a small splashy crossing, and I skipped through it easily. Phew!
Another fill up with water at Wessenden reservoir, and onwards towards where my recce had ended in November. Beyond this I was going to be hoping my navigation and GPS would keep me on track. It was just starting to get dark, and I took this picture
Last of daylight at the reservoir
in the last of the sunlight for 15 hours, at Black Moss reservoir. It was about 4pm at this point, and I managed to restrain myself from switching on my head torch until 4.55pm, when it was properly dark. The weather was still being kind, with constant strong wind, but no rain. The temperature dropped quickly as it got dark and I became slightly used to existing in my little bubble of light. It was rather like being on a treadmill, as there was no sign of any distance travelled, the terrain stayed very similar and I could see nothing in the distance. Time seemed to stand still and I had no idea of how far I'd gone.
Which was when I got to the M62-crossing burger van.
Let me explain. It was suggested on Facebook a few weeks beforehand, that it was quite likely there would be a burger van at the point we crossed the M62, perhaps about 30 miles in. The thought of hot food, at a perfect time (about 6pm I think) was just too good, and I think I had purposely not depended on it in case it wasn't there. So imagine my surprise to descend a hill and come across this picture:
BURGERRRRRRRR!
There was a group of about 10 runners there, some already eating, and a surprisingly reasonable service being run by a very stressed burger-van-technician. He could probably have charged £20 per burger and we would all have thrown money at him, but as it was he was only asking for £2 or £3 for a single or double burger. He did ask, as I got to the front of the queue, whether we had the correct money, as he was running out of change, clearly not realising that we all would have given crisp £20 notes for a burger at that point.
I had a double burger and a can of coke, and it felt fantastic. (OK, to be fair, I was expecting it to be the best food I had ever tasted, and it wasn't as I was missing onions, mustard and all those things, but on that dark evening it was an excellent start to the long night.)
With that inside me, I didn't hang around, and set off into the dark.
Footbridge over the M62
The M62 at night
The footbridge over the M62 was bizarre, with loads of bright cars whizzing underneath, but once it was behind me everything became the same kind of dark treadmill, and I had no perception of distance being travelled. I followed a long diversion at Warland reservoir and then set off cross country towards the monument at Stoodley Pike.
I caught up with a husband and wife team, who were quite chatty as we made our way through the night. He had almost finished the full Spine twice and was full of good stories about catastrophic things that had happened in previous races. It was quite an eye opener and made the time pass quickly. I was lucky to have met them as the navigation over that part felt quite complicated, but as we dropped off the heights, and back to better paths, I moved off by myself again.
As we were very near to Hedben Bridge, the site of the first (and only) checkpoint I was feeling tired but not exhausted, having been on the go for about 13 hours (it was about 9pm.) The weather had behaved itself and I was counting myself lucky to have got through the first day relatively unscathed. I dropped down to the level of the canal and railway that run through the centre of Hebden Bridge, and then started an hour of constant steep climbing and descending. It turns out there is two massive hills to go over between Hebden Bridge and the checkpoint, and although it was not far in mileage, it was the last thing I wanted.
After the two massive climbs, the checkpoint was signposted off the Pennine Way and down a long road, and then one more steep descent, covered in thick thick mud. It wasn't as if I was worried about my shoes getting muddier, but the thought of coming out of the checkpoint in nice clean clothes and boots and having to go straight up this climb was very depressing. In fact, the climb wasn't bad at all when the time came to do it.
And then I was there! It was about 10pm, so not late exactly, but the next few hours would decide totally how the next 65 miles of the race went. I had expected to arrive much later, nearer 3am, so I was keen not to waste any time at the checkpoint, but also I knew I had a decent bit of time in hand.
The whole operation at the checkpoint was very slick, with muddy boots coming off before you left the entrance hall, and then drop bags being worked through in a different room. There was hot food available, hot showers (which a surprising number of people were using) and even a bunkroom for getting some sleep. I had a checklist to follow to ensure I didn't forget anything, and numerous bin liners for dirty stuff, to be replaced by clean everything! After plugging everything electronic in, and changing clothes, I had a meal of chicken and rice (with loads of salt) and lots to drink. I gave myself an hour to sleep, although I wasn't sure I would be able to, and in the bunkroom I tossed and turned, listening to the snoring of a number of tired blokes. Probably not the easiest place to sleep! I didn't bother to set an alarm (and I thought it would wake everyone in the room too) but I returned to consciousness after exactly an hour, and made my way back downstairs. It was amazing the difference in my legs between stiffly going up the staircase to sleep and then bouncing down them an hour later.
I finished off with my kit while drinking a coffee, remembering this would be the last access I had to my drop bag for the rest of the race. I swapped my thin gloves for thicker mittens (as I expected it to get colder) and still carried my waterproof rubber gloves (£4.99 from Screwfix if you're interested) in case the rain started early. I had a full new set of clothes on, except my hard-shell jacket, and felt like a new man!
At 1.15am, as I was leaving the CP, I met up with Stuart, who had been in the checkpoint a full hour longer than me, and we teamed up for the next leg. He had had a similar rest to me and felt well refreshed, although we both were very aware that we weren't even half way yet.
Stuart was an expert map reader, having done a lot of walking in Scotland, and his map skills coupled with my GPS "skill" made for some interesting confusions, as we discussed exactly where we were. It would probably have been easier to follow one or other, map or GPS, but we muddled through somehow.
We passed Top Withins bothy, a shelter at the top of one of the fells that I'd marked on my maps as a shelter if the weather was poor. It was just a stone hut, but in quite an exposed place and was nice to know that it was there. Apparently, Stuart told me, it had been some of the inspiration for the location of a house in Wuthering Heights. Very impressive in daylight I suspect, in the darkness it was just a ruined farmhouse.
Oh dear….in the excitement of leaving Hebden Bridge checkpoint I had stupidly forgotten to fill my water bottle, and only had about half a litre of water with me. I knew there was water available to the next village, Ponden, but even more stupidly didn't ask Stuart to remind me when we got there, so only realised we'd gone past it about a half mile past. Stupid stupid. I wasn't dying of dehydration, but I was thirsty, and too proud to ask my companion to borrow some of his water just because I was a bloody idiot. I unzipped everything to cool me down and reduce any sweating possible, and got my head down to the task in hand.
And somewhere shortly after Ponden, we met Mr X. This is going to take a bit of explaining, so I'll go slowly. Stuart and I met up with 2 other blokes, one of whom was Mr X, and as we went over Ickornshaw Moor Stuart and friend moved ahead, leaving me with Mr X. He then proceeded to stop every 5 minutes or so, shouting his friends name as loudly as possible (and remember, it was totally quiet, being the middle of the night) in the vain hope that his friend would come back for him. Mr X wasn't very good on the rough terrain, and every time he made a small slip on the mud or rocks, he would let out a yell at the top of his voice, sounding like he was falling to his death. After the first few times of this, it became really annoying. Mr X wasn't navigating at all, obviously having been following his friend, so now was following me and making no attempt to get a map out or look at his GPS, except asking every few minutes if we were on the right track.
I am a generally quite chatty person, but Mr X really got me cross, to the extent that I wanted to have a proper go at him, that if he couldn't navigate he shouldn't be trying to do this event, and would he please stop relying on me to keep us on track. In the end, I held my temper, but put my headphones in and tried to zone him out. This was coupled with being bloody thirsty by this point, and stupidly not eating anything since leaving the checkpoint which had been a few hours, and my stomach was starting to turn over when I thought of eating. I was generally in a bit of a low, and was getting quite cross (can you tell?) at everything.
At the next village, Cowling, I luckily managed to find an outside tap on a house, and snuck through their back gate to drink about a litre of freezing cold water and fill up my bottle. I did trigger the security light though in the back garden, which gave me a hell of a shock, but I hope I didn't wake the household.
Naturally, shortly after finding this water source, we came across a pub in Lotherdale, who had put water outside for runners, and later on would be bbq'ing for runners going past. I was gutted to miss that!
I was too early for the bbq…butI'm told it was great.
Daylight arrived about 8am, and it was great to feel that the night was behind me. I got a bit of energy going and picked up the pace a little. I still couldn't eat anything, but felt like I was making good progress. A couple of small navigation errors had us climbing over fences to get to the right side of a field, but nothing serious.
I took a full frontal tumble into some bog, which was quite memorable by virtue of the bog getting into every nook and cranny on my front. I caught my foot in some grass, slipped and fell forwards, and was basically lying flat on my front with my forearms being submerged and everything on my front under water. I was lucky to keep my face out of the bog, and got up bloody quickly before the water soaked into my clothes. I was angry rather than feeling sorry for myself, but as I tried to brush the mud off it just spread the watery mud more all over me. I philosophically thought I'd just let it dry and then would be able to brush it off, but that damn bog got everywhere. Even as I write this report in my living room a few days later, I have bog on my maps which were sealed in a Velcro-fastened map holder. The damn bog!
It was approaching mid-morning, and I was starting to consider that I needed to eat or I would not get too much further. I still hadn't eaten since 1am, and was feeling tired and sore. I only take painkillers with food, and so not eating prevented me from lessening the discomfort I was starting to suffer.
Up ahead was a reasonably sized village called Gargrave, where there would be places to shop and eat. Mr X was starting to suggest we stop for something to eat, but I was so cross with him by this point I really didn't want to have him shadow me through a cup of tea and then all the way to the finish line. Reading this back, I think I maybe sound really unreasonable, but unfortunately at the time I was so pissed off at this guy and his 'mannerisms' and lack of nav.
Anyway, I ducked into a tearoom at Gargrave to ask if they could do me a cup of soup or something to take with me (as I couldn't sit down in there, being covered in bog) and who should be in there but Stuart!
Covered in bog at the café!
And he was just finishing off a clean plate of food. After he said hello (actually he took one look at me, and asked what on earth had happened to me, being covered in bog), I asked what he'd just eaten, as it looked great, and he said that he had a full English breakfast. Wow! That was all it took for me to sit down and order a pot of tea and the same breakfast. I really think that accidentally going into the same tearoom as him, and being prompted to have a sit down and eat changed the course of the day for me.
(Mr X hung around for a couple of minutes, before carrying on with another runner that came along. I refuse to feel bad about my shitty treatment of him. If he finished, I'll allow that he may have covered the distance but didn't complete the event by following the person ahead of him for 108 miles. Absolutely not.)
Stuart didn't stick around, so I made myself comfortable, went to the toilet, called my wife and basically sorted myself out. It looked like about another three hours to the last bit of civilisation at Malham Tarn before a big climb a Pen-y-Ghent, the tallest and most challenging climb of the whole route.
Here comes breakfast, with a slightly embarrased waitress
I didn't finish the breakfast, but ate most of it, and more importantly took some paracetamol, which just took the edge off the soreness for the next few hours. My stomach woke up and I started to feel a bit human again. It was 11am, and the bad weather "heavy rain" was predicted to hit at 9pm. It was now all about getting as far as possible, as quickly as possible, before the weather hit.
Leaving the café, apologising for the mess it'd left on the floor, I felt like a new man.
I don't remember much about the next few hours. I bought an ice cream in a little shop in Airton or Malham, which tasted like nectar, even if I was getting strange looks from everyone else walking up the street on Sunday afternoon.
I got to a park called Malham Cove where there were lots of families out for a pleasant Sunday afternoon walk. I was moving well at that point, and could feel the miles passing.
Malham Cove….a big old set of steps to go up.
Unfortunately I found that there was what felt like a huge set of steps up to the top of the cliff, before some rather dicey skipping over some bare limestone rocks. Apparently, most people take a slightly longer route to avoid going over these limestone rocks, as one slip would be race over, but in my naïve way I assumed it was all part of the fun. It was quite a bizarre place, and I wish I'd done a bit more homework to know what to expect in this latter section.
It was starting to get noticeably cold, and a bit gloomy, so I stopped to get kitted up in my warm gloves, neck buff, and warm hat for the final trek into Malham Tarn Field Centre, the last place to get anything warm before nightfall. The facilities were actually a bit better than I expected, as it had been described as a "half-checkpoint"….which meant medics to look at feet, hot drinks, but no access to drop bags and a maximum stay of only 30 minutes.
Unfortunately, there were only 5 seats, all taken, which actually made me even determined to get in and out quickly. I squatted on the floor (yes, I could still squat with my legs stiffening up) and spent a quick 20 minutes sorting my kit for this last push. I had a couple of cup-a-soups that I'd brought with me, and put on my waterproof trousers for the oncoming rain. I managed to eat a cheese roll (yes, I was still carrying cheese rolls, but for emergency use only) and take a couple of ibuprofen, to keep the general tightness I was feeling at bay.
The next, final, section was going to go over Pen-y-Ghent, which, at 694 metres, would be the highest point of the whole route. I'd read only enough about this climb to be worried about it as it is quite challenging in summer daylight, but in January winter darkness it would be very tough. Little did I know just how tough!
Have a very quick look at this video and skip forward to 1 minute 43 seconds, to give you a little idea on what I had in store.
I had hoped to leave Malham Tarn with someone that knew the route well, but in the end I left with a guy called Michael who was having trouble with his feet. We kept each other company for the first few miles, before he said he was going to stop and rest his feet for a few minutes to prevent the pain getting out of hand. It was quite a brave strategy, and showed some real commitment to getting to the end in one piece (which he did). To stop and rest meant getting cold, and that's quite a sacrifice at night when the weather is closing in.
So on I went, not being too phased by the cold and wind, but really feeling that I was getting the job done and that once I had got Pen-y-Ghent out of the way I would be on the home straight.
The route became steeper, and turned into steeply climbing large steps of rocks. The wind was picking up quite a lot, and I could see nothing in front (above) or behind (below) that gave me any indication or how far I'd travelled. It was tiring work, but was just a matter of getting one step done at a time. I could see little tracks of ice starting to appear on the rocks, and made sure I stayed well clear of them. But it was hard hard work, and I was starting to get a bit frazzled by the constant difficult (dangerous) climbing.
At about halfway up this climb I was lucky enough to get a call from Derek, one of the coaches at my running club. Derek is a superstar, and ever since I've been doing ultras he has been willing to call me at various times for a quick pep talk and to find out how I'm doing. Often he'll call in the middle of the night just to check I'm OK, which is massively beyond the call of duty, and on one memorable run when I was suffering a bit he called me every 40 minutes to keep me going. He's quite a guy.
And this time Derek had called at just the right time, as I was beginning to feel I may be on the wrong route as the climbing was getting harder and steeper. I had a sit and a chat for 5 minutes, as the wind was whistling past me, and it helped enormously to settle me down and re-focus me. Just talking about how I was doing and where I was stopped the (slight) rising panic at how difficult this was getting.
After talking to Derek, I stood back up, and took a proper look upwards at my route, but it was just steps of rock disappearing into the distance and absolutely no use to understand which way to go. It was going to be much more difficult to go down if I went wrong, as it would have been shuffling downwards on my bottom like a toddler, so upwards was the only way.
As I got to nearer the top, although I didn't realise it was the top, I was faced with the complete loss of route, and basically climbed near-vertically moving one hand, one foot, another hand, another foot, to keep as anchored as possible all the way up. Apparently they call it "scrambling". The wind was pulling at my rucksack, which was the only part of me sticking out as the rest of me was plastered to the rock. I knew there was nothing soft beneath me if I fell, and I remember thinking as I climbed that my wife would kill me if she saw what I was doing.
I'm hoping this isn't sounding too exaggerated, as it's not meant to be. It may be the case that in daylight I would have known I was safe, and the drop just felt exaggerated in the dark, but I genuinely felt like I was risking life and limb.
I got to the grassy top and basically rolled myself onto it, feeling very grateful to still be in one piece. The wind at the top was very strong indeed, and very cold. The grass was iced up and there was a stone wall at the top that was completely covered in front (I wish I had taken a picture, as I'd like to know if it was the same as I remember, but I was suffering from far too much trauma from the climb to even think of it.)
It was cold up there!
There was no obvious sign of a path at the top, and my way of getting moving was to simply move in the direction that my GPS suggested and hope for the best. As ridiculous as it sounds, I didn't have the facilities at that point to get my map out and try to work out the required direction, so I just pointed and walked in the (hopefully) right direction and not off a cliff. Sure enough, I soon came upon a line of stone slabs that marked the route, and I was off on my merry way.
Really really cold!
The slabs turned into lovely shallow steps that took me down the side of the hill, and as I walked it slowly dawned on me that I'd just completed the toughest part of the route. I got to a signpost that stated Horton in 1.5 miles, which meant I could expect a café, or something similar (I didn't know what exactly) and some warmth and light.
(I didn't know until I finished, but there was a diversion put in place around Pen-y-Ghent due to the conditions shortly after I came down, and I was one of the last people to go over it. I'm not sure whether to be gutted that I had to go through it, or chuffed that I got the full experience!)
Sure enough, 20 minutes later, I entered this glorious friendly café, with three volunteers sitting around a table, and hot food and drink available. I asked, as you do, whether I had definitely just gone over Pen-y-Ghent, and it was now definitely behind me…and it was! I was just slightly excited at this news and even happier when some of the other volunteers there said it was easy going from now on (which didn't turn out to be the case at all, unfortunately).
Beef goulash soup….yum!
I had a cup of beef goulash soup, which was wonderful, and refilled my water. I texted a few friends to tell them I had just done the most dangerous thing I could imagine, but I don't think they believed me. I called my wife, and then I realised that Stuart was sitting on the other side of the dividing wall, and we had a bit of a chat about what a nightmare the last section had been. He was eating, again, and looked pooped (like I probably did).
Stuart eating again. Please note that he is drinking a pina colada in a pint glass (they ran out of umbrellas).
Without too much faffing, I got going again, leaving before Stuart to get this last section done and finish this damn thing. The checkpoint team had said the last section was an easy 15 miles, and because it was on a diversion called Cam Road, I thought it would actually be a proper road – but no such luck.
Leaving Horton was also easy as I was expecting a strong 15 miles, which would take me 5 slow hours, but it was 9pm at that point and the weather was spitting rain but nothing more than that. I'd be finished by about 2am and in a hot shower 15 minutes later. Magic. I was feeling great, and called a friend to chat as I walked up the next hill. He said I sounded 'excited'.
Famous last words. The next 6.5 hours were the roughest, most challenging I've ever had outdoors, and while they didn't contain the (perceived) danger of Pen-y-Ghent, I will remember them as being the very spirit of the Spine race, with proper spine weather!
The heavy rain began properly after 30 minutes, as I climbed out of Horton, and I stopped to put a plastic poncho on over my waterproof jacket, with my rucksack on top to hold the flapping plastic down. I knew the poncho would keep the water out to some degree, but I didn't realise how much would be blown up the sleeves and down the neck. Luckily, my jacket then took over and kept me pretty much dry (on the inside). As I went higher, the wind got stronger, temperatures got colder and the rain turned to sleet and then to snow on the ground. It was all coming from behind me luckily and that made the weather more bearable, except that every so often there would be a gust that would come from the side and sting the side of my face.
As the route got wetter underfoot there started to be puddles of slush, that became indistinguishable fro m the ground until you stepped in one and your foot was covered with icy water. My waterproof socks were struggling, understandably, and my feet were getting wetter and colder.
Footprints to follow….
I was able to follow footprints of others that had gone ahead of me, and that made the isolation I was feeling slightly better, as I knew there were some humans around. Visibility was very poor, only really allowing me to see a metre of ground in any direction, but nothing beyond that. I was only feeling the cold on my hands and feet, but the wind behind me would have made that a different story if I turned around.
And that was when I lost the route, which I explained at the very start of this huge monstrosity (both this story and race).
I was walking in a square, 5 paces in each direction, looking for my missing left-hand turn. Of course I found it in the end, after a bit of fretting.
In fact the thing that made the difference was starting to understand that the wind had been coming from behind me, which meant that if I stood with the wind at my back I was facing the direction I had been previously moving. Therefore, I could orient myself and start again looking for a left hand turn that had been there all the time. I felt a palpable sense of relief that I was back on my way, and not staying still any more. It had been a scary 10 minutes.
It didn't get any easier. I started to descend, and the snow turned back into rain, but that rain had nowhere to go and was completely flooding the muddy track I was on. The wind seemed to be picking up, and was threatening to blow me over with every gust. Falling into that mud and water would have been a terrible experience, and would have destroyed any chance I had at keeping my temperature up, which I was doing OK with so far.
The descent (the final descent!!) on the Cam Road seemed to take forever, although it was probably only an hour, on the roughest rocky trail I've ever seen…I was hopping from rock to rock keeping my balance with my poles, and doing my best not to twist or break an ankle. It was about 2am at this point, and I was feeling very sleepy, despite the awful weather and terrain. I considered taking a caffeine tablet to wake myself up, but didn't know what effect it would have on my stomach.
And then I started to see lights in the distance, which looked like a town that could only be Hawes, close to the finish in Hardraw.
I'd like to say I stormed the last couple of miles, but I got lost in Hawes and simply couldn't find the way through. I even got a phone call from my wife, who was waiting at the finish, to say I was really close and she was waiting for me. At that point, I was in a public toilet, taking some shelter from the rain, and trying to sort out where I needed to go next and giving myself a proper talking to. Answering the phone reminded me that I could use Google maps to go this last couple of miles, and so that's exactly what I did. Of course, as soon as I was moving again, everything made sense, and I met up with Jo Barrett about a mile from the end. We chatted to the finish about how appalling the last few hours had been, and how we would never come back to the Pennine Way (or maybe it was just me saying that!).
And then we finished! A couple of volunteers put our medals on, and persuaded us to get our muddy boots off before coming inside. My lovely wife appeared from the dark and we had a lovely hug. In the rain. And I had my picture taken…there is literally nothing dry in this pictures at all.
Nothing dry! Thanks to Drew Wilson for the photo.
An efficient finish station sorted me out some soup as I tried to get out of my wet stuff as quickly as possible, throwing it all into yet more black bin-liners. I didn't stick around as a hot shower back in the B&B was beckoning, and my traditional beer and Doritos. There were a few other finishers slumped in the room, but everyone was either knackered or sleeping.
Claire zoomed me back to the B&B, where we discovered that the shower wasn't running hot water…not great news. But such is life. Hence 4am found me sweaty and smelly, wrapped in a thick jumper and two duvets, eating Doritos like it was going out of fashion, and reading messages from friends and filtering through Facebook. Job done!
And there it is! I finished in about 43 ½ hours, 24th male (68 men finished, out of a field of 95), which is far quicker than I ever expected: truthfully I was not at all sure I was going to finish, so I never really considered my target finish time. I was pretty stiff for about a day, but that passed quickly.
My feet and ankles swelled for a few days, but that passed to. I had no blisters, no sore patches, just a lot of general ache. My mind, which previously I have struggled to get back on track after an event of this magnitude, was not too bad this time, and after a couple of days dozing on the sofa I think I'm pretty back to normal. I'm still eating like a horse, but that is probably just me being really greedy.
I feel that the last 6½ hours of my race gave me the full Spine experience, with wind, rain and snow making it as memorable as anything I've ever done. I finished strong, quite positively and energetically, but I'm not sure how I would have felt if I'd had to go back out there again after a couple of hours.
For the few days following my race, I've been following the full Spine race, and the pictures of snowfall further up the course look wonderful. It was the only thing I never got to experience, breaking trail through a foot of snow, but maybe another time.
So in summary, was it as #brutal as suggested? Yes, definitely. The terrain, ascent and weather all contributed to make it harder than any 100 mile race I've done. My kit all worked extremely well, but I'll go into full detail of what I used and how it worked HERE.
I'd like to thank Scott Gilmour and everyone else involved with the race for superb and smooth organisation. Every volunteer was relentlessly cheerful and helpful, which made life much easier at the various stages where you wanted help.
I think all the competitors were there for their own reasons, but it was great to meet some like-minded people on the course. Stuart finished about an hour after me, and Lizzie a few hours after that. From meeting randomly on Facebook to just share a taxi, it's great that we all managed a finish.
And what's next? I've got a couple of decent races later this year, like the Ultra-trail Snowden (but only 50 mile course!) and Lakeland 100, which will keep me busy for a while. I've pretty much lived and slept for the Challenger over the last 6 months, and it's a bizarre feeling for it finally to be over, especially after it went so well. But no more races in winter (this year).
And finally, I'd like to say massive thanks to my long-suffering wife, Claire, for putting up with the anxiety of watching me do something like this. She puts up with my daft ideas with a minimum of complaining, and is really supportive of all I do. Thanks Claire, love you.
My kids, bless them, only notice I've done a run after I walk downstairs a bit stiffly. But thanks anyway.
And that's it! You made it to the end (like I did!) Congratulations. Now go out for a run or something useful.
And the pics that didn't make it, but should have…
The slabs on the approach to Snake Pass
This must have been later on the second day, as the ground isn't grey and brown and scorched, but rather green = Yorkshire Dales
There weren't many signposts, but by god they told the public that the event was BRUTAL
Wild country!
It's a bit grim isn't it!
I think this is near Kinder Downfall, possibly
Looking back at the limestone rocks at the top of Malham Cove….notice the people out for a pleasant sunday afternoon walk, unlike me!
Posted in Race report, Uncategorized and tagged pennine way, spine, spine challenger, spine challenger ultra, spine race, spine race report, spine ultra on January 21, 2018 by Bob Wild. 7 Comments


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http://resizemybrowser.com/ for testing my site, Everything is working fine on when i resize my browser(chrome)  like header,middle ,footer part resize  on the browser window except only Main middle part of site is not working well after 757px , the css style for main part is " .hero " and style with main style:  .hero {width: 930px;color: #444;margin: 0 auto;} And media queries for .hero is @media (max-width: 979px).hero {width: 750px;color: #444;margin: 0 auto;}  @media (max-width: 767px).hero {width: 650px;color: #444;margin: 0 auto;}   and as same for Max width:1200px , max width:480px etc ...
the problem is .hero main part is not responsive After width of 757px  always shows that .hero   width is  750px while the browser window on 320 , 480 ,640 ,720 px and after that  on other width like (800 ,960,1024,1280,1366 px ) gives good responsive result & .hero width changes.
I am stuck on this main part , please figure out some solution for that ,,, thanks in advance

A: Your media query needs another brackets, like here:
@media (max-width: 979px) {
    .hero {
        width: 750px;
        color: #444;
        margin: 0 auto;
    }
}


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Mellon Arena
Main Set...
Elderly Woman, Hail, Hail, Save You, Corduroy, Insignificance, Cropduster, Daughter, Even Flow, Faithfull, Whipping, Immortality, Blood, Down, Love Boat Captain, Wishlist/Improv, Better Man, Go
First Encore...
Last Kiss, Breakerfall, Once, Alive, Footsteps, Rearviewmirror
Second Encore...
Hide Your Love Away (Ed solo), Know Your Rights, Do The Evolution, Porch, Yellow Ledbetter
Even though there was "line drama" before this show...we were all pretty amped up about the show. A lot of people were there, yo. Rich and I had some nice 2nd row center tickets...and get this...we got to sit next to Kirkland, again. Heh.
Show opened with Elderly Woman which probably bummed a lot of people off at the start. I like to keep an open mind...hah...
Hail, Hail was played next. I looooooove that song live.
One of the weirdest thing ever occurred at this show: there was no Daughter tag. It was so strange. So 1992.
Faithful. Sigh. Yes. This song is so great to hear. Anything off Yield...I tell ya...
Kirk and Rich went crazy for Whipping...oh yes they did.
Down was played. I am a fan of Down. Sure, there are other b-sides that need to be played...but man, I think this song is great and I was so happy to hear it for the first time since the Key Arena shows in December.
Let's see...time has passed too much (a whopping week...) so I don't recall too much from this show. Plus I was way tired. But I can distinctly remember Last Kiss being the best Last Kiss I have ever seen. The band turned around and played it to the people sitting behind the stage. LOL I hope no one shows them the footage of the fan club section...cause yeah...it was pretty dead on the floor. Everyone was just sorta looking around and talking to each other;-)
We got the Mamasan Trilogy. Out of order. But still COOL.
I call the version of Rearviewmirror played at this show: Rearviewmirror (Who Is This Guy?) in reference to Mr. Gossard. He was down on the floor... all bent over his guitar being all...not Stone Gossard-like. Haha it was kickass.
Ed came out and played You've Got To Hide Your Love Away at 2nd encore. Know Your Rights came next...such an entertaining song to see because Ed gets sooooo into it.
Porch and Ledbetter closed the set.
Heh, and I had less than week until I saw the band again. Tour is great.
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Six companies saw double-digit sales increases.
Total voluntary/worksite sales for 2014 are estimated at $6.89 billion, up from $6.644 billion in 2013. Meanwhile, in-force premium revenue increased about 5 percent, to $37 billion.
Market concentration stayed flat from 2013, with the top 15 companies accounting for about 79 percent of total market sales. Overall the top companies had an average sales increase of 4.3 percent, slightly higher than the overall industry increase. The individual results for the top 15 were more varied this year, with five showing decreases and 10 with increases, Eastbridge said. Among those with an increase, six companies had double-digit increases.
Eastbridge's annual U.S. Voluntary/Worksite Sales Report estimates sales for the entire voluntary industry, with detailed data on the performance of more than 60 carriers, both group and individual, and represents the largest number of carriers included in any sales report for the industry.


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Q: CSS positioning is wrong in Safari and mobile browsers I have been having this issue for a while and I still haven't found a solution.  The site is located here:
www.geoffpittsdesign.com
...and the elements I'm having issues with are commented out.  The funny thing is that on other pages that I'm working on, there are elements with the exact same positioning rules applied to them, but they display just fine.  It's only the three nav items that I'm having issues with.  Any advice or observation would be greatly appreciated.
EDIT: Also, I should mention that the problem that occurs in Safari and mobile browsers is that the three icons stack on top of each other rather than assuming a horizontal spacing between them.  I can get them to change position if I specify an increasingly greater left margin.  However, these display correctly in Firefox and Chrome, and when I make the latter change, the elements go way off the page in FF and Chrome.

A: It looks like you are using xhtml, therefore you need the closing tags for the list </li>.


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Anti-TB drugs can increase susceptibility to Mtb reinfection
Reviewed by Kate Anderton, B.Sc. (Editor)Mar 22 2019
Current treatments for tuberculosis (TB) are very effective in controlling TB infection caused by Mycobacterium tuberculosis (Mtb). They don't, however, always prevent reinfection. Why this happens is one of the long-standing questions in TB research.
So why are our bodies unable to generate permanent immunity to TB, - the leading infectious disease killer worldwide? A team of scientists at the Research Institute of the McGill University Health Centre (RI-MUHC) and McGill University may have found the answer… in the gut. In a study published recently in Mucosal Immunology, they showed that anti-TB drugs caused changes to gut microbiota - the diverse community of microbes living our intestines -- and increased susceptibility to Mtb infection.
Gut microbiota are critical to keeping us healthy; they help to digest food, combat pathogenic microbes and reinforce our immune system. Recent research has shown that chronic use of antibiotic leads to disruption of this community, which can in turn lead to dysregulation of the immune system. It remains unclear, however, whether changes in the composition of the microbes living in our gut have an influence on TB infection.
Impact of anti-TB drugs on microbiome
To find out, Drs. Irah King and Maziar Divangahi from the Meakins-Christie Laboratories at the RI-MUHC, with colleagues from McGill's Macdonald Campus, treated mice with the most commonly used anti-TB drugs - isoniazid, rifampicin and pyrazinamide - for a period of eight weeks. They found that while all three drugs significantly altered the composition of the mice's gut microbiome, only mice treated with isoniazid combined with pyrazinamide showed an increase in susceptibility to Mtb infection.
To make sure the vulnerability of the host to Mtb infection was due to a compromised gut microbiota, the researchers looked at… feces. By transplanting feces from mice that had been treated with anti-TB drugs (specifically isoniazid and pyrazinamide) into untreated mice prior to infection, they were able to show for the first time that fecal transplant was sufficient to compromise immunity to Mtb.
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Relationship between the gut microbiome and the lungs
King and his colleagues also wanted to better understand the gut-lung axis - a bidirectional communication system between microorganisms residing in the gastrointestinal tract and the lungs - in order to how this might be involved in Mtb infection and immunity.
To do so, they evaluated a number of lung cell types known to be important for resistance to Mtb infection. Following anti-TB treatment, alveolar macrophages, a type of immune cell located in the airways of mice and humans and the first cell to encounter Mtb upon infection, were compromised in their ability to kill Mtb.
"We need to do more research in order to understand how the microbiome affects alveolar macrophages because these cells are critical for controlling early TB infection. We also need to identify the molecular pathways involved in the gut-lung axis,'' explains King.
"Anti-TB therapies have been incredibly efficient in controlling the TB epidemic by decreasing morbidity and mortality associated with Mtb,'' says King. "Now, this work provides a basis for novel therapeutic strategies exploiting the gut-lung axis in Mtb infection.''
Researchers are already thinking of monitoring patients who are being treated with these drugs to see how their gut microbiota changes over time and once treatment has stopped. The idea will be to control changes to the microbiome in combination with drugs that are effective at killing Mtb.
https://www.mcgill.ca/newsroom/channels/news/anti-tb-drugs-can-increase-risk-tb-re-infection-295658
Posted in: Medical Science News | Medical Research News | Disease/Infection News
Tags: Antibiotic, Bacteria, Cell, Drugs, Dysbiosis, Fecal Transplant, Gastrointestinal Tract, Immune System, Immunology, Isoniazid, Lungs, Macrophage, Microbiome, Mortality, Pyrazinamide, Research, Rifampicin, Transplant, Tuberculosis
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we started to understand dogs better was we were first trying to understand human.
to try to understand human evolution.
what's the little difference that's the big difference in humans cognitively.
about the thoughts of others, and it was that work that led us to dogs.
the reasoning games might be useful here.
Okay, so the challenge of human cognitive evolution.
as one of the greatest challenges for his theory of evolution.
plants, and he really avoided humans in the Origin of Species.
moral disposition which he has attained.
occur, which is natural selection.
produced human cognition, the ultimate challenge he saw for evolutionary theory.
So that's a really fun problem to work on, lots of people are.
using function to predict mechanism.
we might understand why the mechanisms evolved.
So what are the problems that humans evolved to solve?
And what are the problems that primates evolved to solve?
If we can answer that question, we'll have a lot of insight into Darwin's challenge.
And there are really two main categories that humans and primates have to solve.
First we have to forage for food, and we have to process it once it's obtained.
long ago that this was a day to day thing that you had to worry about.
think about it you can realize yes, okay I might not say it in those terms.
that everyone who's human deals with.
things, you know, what is it that's most different?
humans, in terms problem solving, you know relative to other animals.
competing or cooperating with them to be successful.
And that's called the social intelligence hypothesis.
what is human about our species is really going to be the social domain.
that's really where we should focus.
problems that result from being human.


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You may already have it, try:

```
node --version
```

Your version needs to be at least v0.10.0.

If you don't have Node, download it here: [http://nodejs.org/](http://nodejs.org/).

## Getting started

Install Node.js (see requirements)

#### Clone this repo

```
git clone git@github.com:tombye/express_prototype.git
```

#### Install dependencies

```
npm install
```

This will install folders containing programs described by the package.json file to a folder called `node_modules`.

#### Run the app

```
node start.js
```

Go to [localhost:3000](http://localhost:3000) in your browser.

#### Hot reload

Any code changes should update in the browser without you restarting the app.

The app recompiles app/assets/stylesheets/application.scss everytime changes are observed.

## Documentation

Guides for getting set up and how to work with the prototyping application are available on this repo's [wiki](https://github.com/tombye/express_prototype/wiki).

* [Getting started](https://github.com/tombye/express_prototype/wiki/Getting-started) (Read this first)
* [Creating routes](https://github.com/tombye/express_prototype/wiki/Creating-routes)
* [Making pages](https://github.com/tombye/express_prototype/wiki/Making-pages)
* [Writing CSS](https://github.com/tombye/express_prototype/wiki/Writing-CSS)
* [Deploying (getting your work online)](https://github.com/tombye/express_prototype/wiki/Deploying-(getting-your-work-online))
* [Tips and Tricks](https://github.com/tombye/express_prototype/wiki/Tips-and-Tricks)

This project is built on top of Express, the idea is that it is straightforward to create simple static pages out of the box. However, you're not limited to that - more dynamic sites can be built with more understanding of Express. Here's a good [Express tutorial.](http://code.tutsplus.com/tutorials/introduction-to-express--net-33367)


Permanent Tents for Camping | Semi-Permanent Luxury Resort Tents.
When the travel bug bites, one does not know where one will go. But, go one will to the far horizons and reach for the stars beside the bubbling brook. The best things are there out in nature and all one should do is explore it and find it.
One of the favourites for the camper is the tent. The permanent camping tents give him permanent pleasure. One may go out in the wilds and check the wildlife there. Or, just linger by the waterfall to get the most peaceful moments in his or her life. The act of relaxing is exemplified by the commitment that the tent brings to the camper's life.
Though there is nothing tangible to see the camper knows what they long for. They want the unfettered breeze blowing against his or her back and keeping those pieces of clothes flapping wildly as though they too must fly away with the breeze. The camper knows that his existence depends on the piece of solid canvas cloth tethered to the ground, like his horse that they call the tent.
You get many campgrounds in India where you can pitch your own tent. You can stay there for a specified amount of time and move on to the next spot in your adventure list. This includes spaces inside five-star hotels where one can live in a tent. There you have all the modern facilities including air-conditioning and room service. It will perk up your spirits and keep your mood at an exhilarating high.
Get in touch with the permanent tent manufacturer in India and find out the options. They have different tents with varying sizes. Each of them is meant for a separate kind of location or activity. There are some that are big and spacious while there are some that are so tiny that you can barely crawl inside and lie down. This is the pick of the camper, the person who wants to live big and that of the one who wants to live small.
The permanent tents come with their own inner fabric for removing and cleaning. You only need to remove the fabric once it is dirty and dust it and clean it. It is way to hang inside once you have cleaned it. This is the way the maintenance is done for this tent. People love it for that. It can accommodate two chairs in the balcony and has an inbuilt washroom. The framework for the tent is made or high-density mild steel. Sometimes, this may be made of strengthened aluminium. You can dismantle the frame and take it down. This is if you want to go with the tents to some other place and spend some time there.
Tents give you the freedom of travel. You don't have to wait for closed doors to open or wait for them to close either. The style becomes like the wind, and you get the maximum comfort from it. This is one of the best aspects of camping in the open.


Ok so everyone knows Iam going to ASU now right? Well if you didn't you do now.
The Appalachian Trail: a case study.
and it includes a Spring Break AT hiking trip!!!!
LIFE is GOOD, but its too cold to wear the Kilt!!!
Hey Yeti. You ever go to the Black Cat Burrito there in Boone? Warren's a hot **** ain't he?
black cat is on the agenda for this weekend, I havn't been yet.
As for Warren, he seems ok....I think I'll reserve judgement until after the class is over. So far though, it seems like its gonna be a really cool class, well thought out.
trust me, college wasn't this good the first time I went...maybe I had to "grow up a little" to truly appreciate it!!
Ask for me at the Outfitter. I'm usually there hangin out. They know how to find me if I ain't. I'll buy at Dot's cuz you is a po college student.
Yeti, There was a story tonight on the news about this construction company (about a dozen guys) that all wear kilts as their work attire. It's in Denver, Colorado. If school gets too hard I'm sure they could work you in!
Hey Yeti, thought of you tonight. I went to see Kodiak at work and one of the cars in the parking lot had a personalized license tag with "YETI" on it. We are gonna take a day or two off the trail in Boone to visit two of our close friends. Let me know good, cheap, large quantity places for food there :-)!
we got a Golden Corral.....its even right next to Wal Mart and the Dollar store!!!!
Just wear a sock, that's what I did when it got around freezing.
I noticed Appalachian State has Army ROTC, hmmm, maybe there is a job there for me.
I've been trying to get a job at Appalachian State for the past two years. But, budget problems have caused them not to hire for a while. Maybe next year. Definitely high on my list for places to end up.


The two-part acrylic adhesive, whose curing properties do not change much even if the mixing ratio and mixing status vary, has user friendliness almost equal to that of one-part adhesive.
Reactive acrylic adhesive has the robust strength of a structural adhesive.
Reactive acrylic adhesive is cured quickly.
Reactive acrylic adhesive contains no inflammable solvent.
Reactive acrylic adhesive does not have as bad an odor as a conventional acrylic adhesive.
Reactive acrylic adhesive causes almost no skin irritation. unlike epoxy adhesive.
The adhesive property of reactive acrylic adhesive is unchanged, even on a slightly oily surface.
*1 : After mixing agents A and B, immediately use the mixture to bond the materials (the pot life is an estimate).
*2 : Set time = Time required for the materials to adhere so that they will not peel off even when a tensile shear load of 5 kg is applied (SPCC steel plates with a size of 25 mm×100 mm×1.6 mm bonded with a lap length of 12.5 mm).


What do you see? A dark flower? Or a woman's worst nightmare?
This JC Penny skirt has gone viral after someone posted it to Reddit's 'crappy design' thread, and everyone is apparently seeing the same thing.
Like always, the Internet couldn't wait to make jokes.
Ok so maybe everyone made the same jokes – but they all saw the same thing.
If you look at the site's actual photo of the skirt though, you can clearly tell it's just an ill-placed flower.
The skirt sells for a cool £23, but I don't anyone will be rushing to buy it anytime soon. I definitely won't… no thank you.


Ample is a non-GMO, soy-free, gluten-free, complete meal in a bottle made with whole food ingredients. We've combined all-natural ingredients with a balanced nutritional profile grounded in science, and we've gathered them in an on-the-go package for a meal that's ready in moments. It's simple, tasty and satisfying – and it's compromise-free.
Part of their daily routine, like breakfast, lunch, mid-afternoon snack, etc.
A healthy convenient meal for travel or when unexpected things pop up.
A workout meal; to get in extra calories for bodybuilding, during a marathon, or lightweight backpacking.
Ample comes as a lightweight dried powder sealed in a bottle. Kept unopened and stored in a dry location, Ample has an expected shelf life of 8-10 months. We offer a 400 and 600 calorie meal size, which can be further customized by filling the bottle with dairy or plant-based milks for even more fullness.
Fill, shake, and drink whenever you need an instant meal on the go. Each bottle provides a hefty dose of healthy fats, complete proteins, fiber, greens, prebiotics and probiotics for digestion and gut health.


Record a one-minute (or less) video telling us your story. During the first 30 seconds, explain your motivation or the personal or professional challenge you faced. Then spend 30 seconds explaining how Toastmasters has helped you.
At the end of your video, hold up this sign (http://bit.ly/2RZE7AD) and say, "And that's my why!" If you can't print the sign, write #MyWhy on a piece of paper or hold up the sign on your phone.
To share your video with friends and family, post it on your personal social media pages with hashtag #MyWhy and tag Toastmasters International. Make your post public so the world can hear your story! The District has a http://bit.ly/2QRr3jG that you can use to (re) publish your video so please ask me to do that (see below).
Email a link to your video to Daniel the District Public Relations Manager daniel.pr_manager_d71@sandars.org.uk before the deadline including details of your home club.
Patricia (District Director) and Elizabeth (Regional Advisor) have very kindly donated a Wireless Presentation Advancer and a Youth Leadership Program kit. The winners will be announced at the District Officer Training events in late January and your Area or Division Director will be entrusted with the prizes to present to you at your club.


PHILADELPHIA, Pa. – A Philadelphia 4-year-old is being called a "superhero" after he was a match to donate life-saving bone marrow to his twin baby brothers.
Michael Pownall's 4-month-old brothers, Santino and Giovanni, have chronic granulomatous disease, which is diagnosed in one in 500,000 people every year.
He will undergo the transplant to save his brothers in two weeks, reports WTXF.
Santino and Giovanni have been at Children's Hospital of Philadelphia since they were born in October.
They haven't been able to leave because the boys could be exposed to a pathogen outside of the hospital.
Michael's older brother, Dominick, was also born with CGD but received a stem donation from an outside donor. Michael doesn't have the disease.
When doctors determined Michael was a match for both his brothers, he was ready to go.
"He could have said, 'No, mommy, I'm too scared and I don't want to,' but he's ready to go and he's our real-life superhero," Pownall said.
Pownall and her fiance have had to quit their jobs to spend time at the hospital with the twins. A GoFundMe page has been set up to help them with medical bills.
The surgery takes place on March 8.


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The Waypoint
A seaside landmark
Enclosed by heritage and seascape, this villa fits snugly into the coastal gem that is Kep province. Much more than a simple vacation home, this house is a waypoint – a resting place for a longer journey, a navigational reference point in physical space that becomes a kind of seaside landmark. This house demands to be seen at the same time it disappears into the landscape that wraps around it.
The design is framed by the plot's lovely views of Kep beach, the sea beyond and hills behind. The surrounding land is occupied by farmers or left unused. We sculpt the property within this scenery through a sloping roof completely covered in greenery. Shaped by a series of ascending benches, the roof resembles theatre seating, a private viewing platform for gentle evenings and brilliant sunsets. South-facing folding glass doors open up to the landscape so that the ground floor can transition between an exterior and interior space with ease, while to the north a circular window in the master bedroom becomes another lookout point for the garden and to the mountains beyond.
Kep's fishing culture is interpreted through the overall arrangement of the house, which resembles two boats parked alongside a wooden dock. The pier becomes a walkway which guides visitors from the road, over a swimming pool and towards the foyer. A central garden and hallway, as well as the first floor terrace above it, split the property horizontally into public areas at the front and semi-private and private areas at the back. Similarly, a small green courtyard and staircase split the house vertically. The layout is kept open through a central atrium.
The design also pays close attention to functionality, with climate conscious elements used to improve energy efficiency, the quality of the indoor environment and address the tropical heat. The green roof provides a rainwater buffer and regulates the indoor temperature. For privacy, security and noise reduction, as well as to let the sea breeze flow through the structure, tall trees are planted around the house. High ceilings offer good indoor air ventilation, skylights in the living spaces provide additional brightness, while all the rooms used on a daily basis are sea-facing.
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Wikipedia(English edition)(August 27:"1883 – Eruption of Krakatoa: Four enormous explosions destroy the island of Krakatoa and cause years of climate change."
The photos concerned:"1883 – Eruption of Krakatoa"
"On August 27, 1776, British forces defeated George Washington's..."
On August 27, 1776, British forces defeated George Washington's Continental Army at the Battle of Brooklyn. The battle began on August 22 when the British landed on Long Island in an effort to take New York City. After suffering some 1,000 casualties, Washington and his remaining troops were able to retreat to Manhattan using boats. The British reportedly could have taken the entire Continental Army as prisoners, but opted to let them go in the hopes the Americans would rescind their declaration of independence from Britain.
"1776 The Battle of Brooklyn(HISTORY)"


Sunday 3rd February 2019 10:00 Holy Communion All are welcome to join us for our weekly Communion Service. This now takes place in our temporary chapel in the Parish Centre.
Sunday 10th February 2019 10:00 Holy Communion All are welcome to join us for our weekly Communion Service. This now takes place in our temporary chapel in the Parish Centre.
Sunday 17th February 2019 10:00 Holy Communion All are welcome to join us for our weekly Communion Service. This now takes place in our temporary chapel in the Parish Centre.
Sunday 24th February 2019 10:00 Holy Communion All are welcome to join us for our weekly Communion Service. This now takes place in our temporary chapel in the Parish Centre.


What if the asteroid that is believed to have destroyed the dinosaurs missed Earth? Imagine what our Earth might look like if dinosaurs roamed free with humans. A little taste of this Prehistoric Dirt is sure to put a smile on the face of all The Good Dinos out there, as well as all their loveable friends. What's more, our Good Dinosaur Party Food Idea will add that special touch to your upcoming party.
With a mixer, combine pudding mix and cold milk until well blended. Let sit for 5 minutes.
Crush oreos into crumbs. You can place them in a ziplock and pound with an ice cream scoop or rolling pin for coarser crumbs, or place in a food processor or coffee grinder for finer crumbs.
Gently fold about 1/3 of the oreo crumbs and all of the whipped topping into the chocolate pudding. Refrigerate for 30 minutes or more.
Once set, scoop the mixture into individual serving cups.
This looks yummy and so east to make. I have all those ingredients in my pantry. I am going to make my son some right now.
I was just asking my nephew tonight what is he wanting to take to school for his birthday, and he loves dinosaurs. This is perfect! Thanks for the recipe and photos!