Photography credit goes to @hddnmedia.
Setting off on the 24th of July 2026 was my first attempt at the iconic Coniston-to-Coniston circuit – and, more significantly, my first ever 100-mile race.
The opening third takes runners through the southern fells towards Eskdale and Wasdale before turning north in search of the bright lights of Buttermere.
From Buttermere the route heads northeast towards Braithwaite and then on through the northern section of the course; covering 59 miles by the time runners arrive at the “halfway point” Dalemain.
After Dalemain comes Howtown & Mardale, arguably the hardest stretch; before tipping back into the ‘right’ side of the Lake District – Kentmere.
After Kentmere, the call of the crowds in Ambleside beckon and runners are cheered over the 90-mile mark, ready for the home straight. Chapel Stile, Tilberthwaite and finally back to Coniston.
With registration and the race briefing done, a pizza consumed and the nerves starting to trickle in, it was time to focus. After some last-minute kit faff, I ended up starting much further back in the pack than I’d have liked. I often feel quite uncomfortable in the initial mass of runners, so I utilised the fresh legs to push and get a little further ahead, find some space and avoid as much of the bottle neck as possible.
The crowds were electric and carried runners all the way up Walna Scar Road. I came across a familiar face as the trail of runners began to stretch out and had a quick hello as we both attempted to settle into a steady gear.
Dropping down towards Seathwaite the light was beautiful and the views stretched far over the western fells. A view I have looked out over many times before but still one that I value.
As I approached Seathwaite I saw a couple of female runners ahead, so I decided to run through the checkpoint, catch up with Libbi & Helen and cover some of the next miles with their company.
For those interested; apparently Seathwaite checkpoint has shots of Guiness!
The toll of the warm evening and even warmer weeks leading up to the race started to kick in super early. I was conscious of how sweaty I was and tried to keep a focus on drinking as much as possible.
I really enjoyed the miles in the proximity of Libbi & Helen as we snaked our way around Harter Fell towards Boot. However, I quickly realised I was going to have an ongoing kit issue when I struggled to get my poles back in the OMM pole pod. In my pre-race anxiety, I’d fastened my number over the top of my whole pack, pod included, which had restricted access. Race tip: Don’t do that! I had also opted to start wearing my bumbag for extra snack carrying; luckily this served as a temporary carrier for my poles, but it was already starting to feel quite unnecessary given the short distances between checkpoints. So, at Boot I decided to have a bit of a reset, pack my poles away and reconfigure my snack set up. It felt quite frustrating and inefficient, nevertheless – a long way still to go.
Leaving Boot it felt a bit like things were starting to unravel.
Sickness had kicked in already and I was getting a sharp shooting pain in my right ankle when my foot made impact with the ground – something which I had experienced on and off through training. My stride was impacted as I moved in a way that was more protective than my natural running gait and I grew ever more paranoid that I was going to give myself a stress fracture.
Sickness and foot pain combined, this was the stretch where the ‘take it checkpoint by checkpoint’ approach seriously kicked in and I was almost certain my race would be cut short.
I tried to focus on some positives to occupy my mind and switch up the mind set – twilight over Burnmoor Tarn being one, but once the head torch came out, retreating into a spiralling brain became almost impossible to avoid.
The less said about these miles the better. It was dark, I was miserable & the climb up Black Sail Pass was slow.
Runners came past chatting and laughing as I felt myself being left behind. Eating had become a struggle and had there been a checkpoint at Black Sail Hut (as I thought there was), I would have highly likely bailed out. Fortunately there wasn’t, and, as I hit the undulating shore path of Buttermere, a small spark came back, the running legs kicked in and I picked up the pace towards the village and checkpoint 4, arriving just after midnight.
Tomato soup to the rescue!
I arrived at Buttermere feeling a little uncertain of the hours ahead, but I took some solace in the sight of numerous runners taking their time, refuelling and gathering themselves. The friendly event volunteers throughout could not do more for you, but at this checkpoint as they reeled off the various options for food & drink my ears pricked at the offering of tomato soup. “Its just a cuppa soup kind, not a fancy Heinz”… Perfect I replied!
My intention was to spend no more than 10 minutes at each checkpoint (aside Dalemain), and after using the facilities & waiting for the soup to arrive I was getting itchy feet to get moving again. So off I set, mug of soup in hand wandering up Newlands valley feeling smug with my newfound hunger.
The miles to Braithwaite passed, in the depths of the night, without much issue.
At Braithwaite checkpoint I managed my first ‘meal’ of pasta sauce. I raided the snack table and set off on arguably one of the easiest stretches of the route, with much of the mileage covering tarmac roads and low-level trails. In other words, there are no significant climbs or technical terrain to contend with! The pace was steady and consistent.
The highlight for me on this section was watching the trail of headtorches as we traversed up, over & down Glenderaterra Beck as daylight started to pick up the ridge lines of the northern fells, and light up a tortoise shaped cloud that slowly turned into a crocodile.
I had been looking forward to arriving at Blencathra checkpoint as I knew there was going to be a familiar face waiting for me in my friend Tom. A hello, a hug & some toast were welcomed, and it was at this point I realised I was a little delirious…
It was light enough by this point to remove my headtorch. A great feeling after hours in the dark and mentally a subtle reset (along with the morning toast) to acknowledge the new day.
I traversed around Threlkeld with the lovely Una towards the coach road and the rising sun.
Watching the sun come up is always a joy for me and I felt the renewed energy. The wind through Threkeld Common though was wild and the dust it picked up was quite unfriendly at times. Still, this was another section where the pace could be steady and consistent.
As I weaved along the country roads I was constantly trying to work out how far I had to go until Dalemain; thinking it was the next checkpoint. In my sleep deprivation I had completely forgotten about Dockray and around 6 miles of the route! I had a little flap that I was behind my intended schedule before I realised Dockray was more realistically the halfway point and I was largely on target.
Gowbarrow Fell is one of my favourite stretches of the Ullswater way, and it was no different on race day. We had been lucky with the weather so far and the views over Ullswater were as stunning as ever.
After Gowbarrow Fell however, it did become a bit of a slog and the mindset developed a hyper focus on how far it was to Dalemain, not helped by the fact this part of the route was a couple of miles longer than the average checkpoint to checkpoint.
Dalemain was the opportunity for a full reset. A sit down, shoes off, clothes changed and a full two course meal. I think I stayed here around 20 minutes.
Again, in my sleep deprivation I had forgotten lengths of the route I had recced and didn’t recall running quite so far along Ullswater. Who new Howtown is pretty much halfway down the south shore? Like the drag into Dalemain, Howtown felt like it was never getting any closer.
I had been dreading the climb up Bampton Common. It feels quite remote and knowing you are dropping over into Mardale, a valley quite detached and convoluted to get to, on tired legs and a tired mind, it was mentally a bit if a battle at this stage in the day.
The Lakeland 50 runners started to come past me here. Gliding like gazelles up High Kop.
My quads by this point were resisting as I descended towards Haweswater, but with limited rocks to trip over I tried to relax into it as much as possible.
The single track along Haweswater was difficult to get a rhythm partly due to the terrain and partly due to the race traffic. There was a constant stream of 50 runners coming through who brought with them fresh energy and support.
I took a stumble at one point leaving me with an impressive trail of blood down my shin. Fortunately, I was back up and quickly as I fell and movement wasn’t hindered.
Climbing out of Mardale Head, up Gatesgarth Pass was one of my lowest points of the whole race. The accumulated miles, elevation and lack of fuelling early on were beginning to show. All I could do was keep stumbling and shuffling one foot in front of the other, willing the top to arrive.
Once in the Kentmere Valley, supporters started to appear. Grateful for the smiling faces of some of my favourite people and the feeling of being back on ‘home’ trails, reaching the end started to feel possible.
Back on home turf!
I was feeling quite depleted and venturing into new mileage territory, so the appearance of some of my best friends could not have been timelier.
I know this section like the back of my hand, having spent many hours running and walking these trails, the familiarity bringing with it a huge comfort.
Then came Ambleside. The energy running through Ambleside was electric. The support, cheering and good vibes were infectious, and I genuinely felt like I was out on a park run, feeling fresh!… and met by my mum & stepdad at the checkpoint for a needed hug.
I’m not ashamed to admit I set off from Ambleside feeling a little overconfident, deceived by the renewed energy from the Ambleside crowds. The wheels quickly fell off as the legs started to cease up and fatigue set in again.
Passing Chesters by the River and not stopping for a coffee and fruit scone was a difficult manoeuvre – it’s not an opportunity I am ever willing to miss!
It was high-peak evening walk & pub time by this point in the day, so the incentive to keep shuffling due to public perception and ego was strong! Being a 100 runner definitely brought with it a sense of royalty as we got more cheers and claps.
One of my arbitrary goals was for a top 10 finish and as I approached Chapel Stile checkpoint a spritely female runner came past pushing me into 11th place. In my weariness, I felt quite disheartened initially as well as frustrated by my heavy legs.
I thought I might be able to outrun the spritely runner, who looked as though they had only just set off, by leaving the checkpoint before they did. I shuffled along through Langdale feeling like I was being chased, and of course before I got to Side Pike, there she was again. I admitted defeat.
The evening started to draw in and darkness fell again. Out came the headtorch. The miles were getting slower and feeling relentless. The bright lights of Tilberthwaite were a joy to behold.
The climb out of Tilberthwaite is one I have enjoyed in glorious summer evenings. Dramatic, and like something out of Jurassic Park. But on this evening, the stile out of the car park and initial steps on to the trail were wicked. Progress was very very slow, but the end was very much in sight.
The weather really came in; I suddenly realised how soaked through and cold I was. Despite being so close to dropping down into Coniston & the end of the race, I made a strategic stop to put on my waterproof jacket. I may have only had a couple of miles to go, but those miles were going to be two of the slowest of the day.
With the rain came a greasy and slippy descent into the Coniston Coppermines, passing little curled up animal friends on the trail which were in fact just rocks and stones. Hello hallucinations!
Hitting the main vehicle access track of the Coppermines was the best feeling. I took a quick look at my watch and realised I had 5 minutes to get to the end, to achieve my sub-30-hour target. Maybe I could make it in time… or maybe not!
I gave it a good effort and felt like I finished strong.
I crossed the finish line at 00:04:18 on Sunday morning, completing the Lakeland 100 in 30 hours, 4 minutes and 18 seconds. Finishing 11th female, 3rd Female Vet 40 and 104th overall.
The Lake District is the place I call home and where I do most of my running. There was something quite special about being able to piece together some of my favourite areas.
The novelty wore off incredibly quickly so despite not quite achieving the arbitrary goals I set myself, I am extremely proud, and relieved to have endured & finished the whole loop.
A higher weight tee with the Flash 0.5 tights for the start line and through the night running, teamed with the Core+ Hoodie and waterproof layers provided a versatile layering system that worked for the conditions overnight.
The Core fleece products are super lightweight, air-permeable & quick drying, so they suit a whole host of weather situations that you might encounter when out for a long time. I didn’t need the Core+ Hoodie during the day, but it was a welcome addition to my kit list through the night.
Forming part of the lightweight layering system, packing down small & providing the technical spec (fully taped seams) needed for the kit list, the Wisp+ Jacket & Wisp pants were the perfect outer layers for the day.
I love the Nitro tee. Light weight, loose fitting and quick drying; it is perfect for warmer days out on the trail. With the warmer weather in the daytime I was grateful to be able to switch up the outfit for the daylight hours & have the ¾ tights as alternative leg cover if needed.
The kit list required a pair of full-length tights in case of emergencies, which the Flash Tight 1.0 was perfect for.
A higher weight than the Nitro tee & with long sleeves, the Long-sleeve Bearing Tee was a reliable option for better warmth and coverage in an emergency.
I can cool down quickly, so it was important for me to have a good insulation layer should anything have gone wrong and I was forced to slow down or, even worse, stop completely. The Rosa Vest was a great lightweight insulation option.
I also considered swapping this out for the Rotor hood jacket, depending on the weather forecast.
Due to the amount of kit and fuelling I was required to carry, the MtnFire 15 vest provided plenty of space to pack it all in. The weather resistant qualities of the bag also meant I didn’t need to worry about things getting damp if the Lake District weather decided to do its usual.
The WaistBelt 3 was simply an extra, easy access snack pouch!
The Pole pod was a useful addition to the race pack that kept the poles packed away when they weren’t needed.
Hydration was key with the heat we were exposed to.
The Core mitts are my favourite gloves by far and kept my hands feeling free but warm when the poles inevitably came out, and the Core Neck warmer was good to have for that added bit of warmth.
Photography credit goes to @hddnmedia.
Setting off on the 24th of July 2026 was my first attempt at the iconic Coniston-to-Coniston circuit – and, more significantly, my first ever 100-mile race.
The opening third takes runners through the southern fells towards Eskdale and Wasdale before turning north in search of the bright lights of Buttermere.
From Buttermere the route heads northeast towards Braithwaite and then on through the northern section of the course; covering 59 miles by the time runners arrive at the “halfway point” Dalemain.
After Dalemain comes Howtown & Mardale, arguably the hardest stretch; before tipping back into the ‘right’ side of the Lake District – Kentmere.
After Kentmere, the call of the crowds in Ambleside beckon and runners are cheered over the 90-mile mark, ready for the home straight. Chapel Stile, Tilberthwaite and finally back to Coniston.
With registration and the race briefing done, a pizza consumed and the nerves starting to trickle in, it was time to focus. After some last-minute kit faff, I ended up starting much further back in the pack than I’d have liked. I often feel quite uncomfortable in the initial mass of runners, so I utilised the fresh legs to push and get a little further ahead, find some space and avoid as much of the bottle neck as possible.
The crowds were electric and carried runners all the way up Walna Scar Road. I came across a familiar face as the trail of runners began to stretch out and had a quick hello as we both attempted to settle into a steady gear.
Dropping down towards Seathwaite the light was beautiful and the views stretched far over the western fells. A view I have looked out over many times before but still one that I value.
As I approached Seathwaite I saw a couple of female runners ahead, so I decided to run through the checkpoint, catch up with Libbi & Helen and cover some of the next miles with their company.
For those interested; apparently Seathwaite checkpoint has shots of Guiness!
The toll of the warm evening and even warmer weeks leading up to the race started to kick in super early. I was conscious of how sweaty I was and tried to keep a focus on drinking as much as possible.
I really enjoyed the miles in the proximity of Libbi & Helen as we snaked our way around Harter Fell towards Boot. However, I quickly realised I was going to have an ongoing kit issue when I struggled to get my poles back in the OMM pole pod. In my pre-race anxiety, I’d fastened my number over the top of my whole pack, pod included, which had restricted access. Race tip: Don’t do that! I had also opted to start wearing my bumbag for extra snack carrying; luckily this served as a temporary carrier for my poles, but it was already starting to feel quite unnecessary given the short distances between checkpoints. So, at Boot I decided to have a bit of a reset, pack my poles away and reconfigure my snack set up. It felt quite frustrating and inefficient, nevertheless – a long way still to go.
Leaving Boot it felt a bit like things were starting to unravel.
Sickness had kicked in already and I was getting a sharp shooting pain in my right ankle when my foot made impact with the ground – something which I had experienced on and off through training. My stride was impacted as I moved in a way that was more protective than my natural running gait and I grew ever more paranoid that I was going to give myself a stress fracture.
Sickness and foot pain combined, this was the stretch where the ‘take it checkpoint by checkpoint’ approach seriously kicked in and I was almost certain my race would be cut short.
I tried to focus on some positives to occupy my mind and switch up the mind set – twilight over Burnmoor Tarn being one, but once the head torch came out, retreating into a spiralling brain became almost impossible to avoid.
The less said about these miles the better. It was dark, I was miserable & the climb up Black Sail Pass was slow.
Runners came past chatting and laughing as I felt myself being left behind. Eating had become a struggle and had there been a checkpoint at Black Sail Hut (as I thought there was), I would have highly likely bailed out. Fortunately there wasn’t, and, as I hit the undulating shore path of Buttermere, a small spark came back, the running legs kicked in and I picked up the pace towards the village and checkpoint 4, arriving just after midnight.
Tomato soup to the rescue!
I arrived at Buttermere feeling a little uncertain of the hours ahead, but I took some solace in the sight of numerous runners taking their time, refuelling and gathering themselves. The friendly event volunteers throughout could not do more for you, but at this checkpoint as they reeled off the various options for food & drink my ears pricked at the offering of tomato soup. “Its just a cuppa soup kind, not a fancy Heinz”… Perfect I replied!
My intention was to spend no more than 10 minutes at each checkpoint (aside Dalemain), and after using the facilities & waiting for the soup to arrive I was getting itchy feet to get moving again. So off I set, mug of soup in hand wandering up Newlands valley feeling smug with my newfound hunger.
The miles to Braithwaite passed, in the depths of the night, without much issue.
At Braithwaite checkpoint I managed my first ‘meal’ of pasta sauce. I raided the snack table and set off on arguably one of the easiest stretches of the route, with much of the mileage covering tarmac roads and low-level trails. In other words, there are no significant climbs or technical terrain to contend with! The pace was steady and consistent.
The highlight for me on this section was watching the trail of headtorches as we traversed up, over & down Glenderaterra Beck as daylight started to pick up the ridge lines of the northern fells, and light up a tortoise shaped cloud that slowly turned into a crocodile.
I had been looking forward to arriving at Blencathra checkpoint as I knew there was going to be a familiar face waiting for me in my friend Tom. A hello, a hug & some toast were welcomed, and it was at this point I realised I was a little delirious…
It was light enough by this point to remove my headtorch. A great feeling after hours in the dark and mentally a subtle reset (along with the morning toast) to acknowledge the new day.
I traversed around Threlkeld with the lovely Una towards the coach road and the rising sun.
Watching the sun come up is always a joy for me and I felt the renewed energy. The wind through Threkeld Common though was wild and the dust it picked up was quite unfriendly at times. Still, this was another section where the pace could be steady and consistent.
As I weaved along the country roads I was constantly trying to work out how far I had to go until Dalemain; thinking it was the next checkpoint. In my sleep deprivation I had completely forgotten about Dockray and around 6 miles of the route! I had a little flap that I was behind my intended schedule before I realised Dockray was more realistically the halfway point and I was largely on target.
Gowbarrow Fell is one of my favourite stretches of the Ullswater way, and it was no different on race day. We had been lucky with the weather so far and the views over Ullswater were as stunning as ever.
After Gowbarrow Fell however, it did become a bit of a slog and the mindset developed a hyper focus on how far it was to Dalemain, not helped by the fact this part of the route was a couple of miles longer than the average checkpoint to checkpoint.
Dalemain was the opportunity for a full reset. A sit down, shoes off, clothes changed and a full two course meal. I think I stayed here around 20 minutes.
Again, in my sleep deprivation I had forgotten lengths of the route I had recced and didn’t recall running quite so far along Ullswater. Who new Howtown is pretty much halfway down the south shore? Like the drag into Dalemain, Howtown felt like it was never getting any closer.
I had been dreading the climb up Bampton Common. It feels quite remote and knowing you are dropping over into Mardale, a valley quite detached and convoluted to get to, on tired legs and a tired mind, it was mentally a bit if a battle at this stage in the day.
The Lakeland 50 runners started to come past me here. Gliding like gazelles up High Kop.
My quads by this point were resisting as I descended towards Haweswater, but with limited rocks to trip over I tried to relax into it as much as possible.
The single track along Haweswater was difficult to get a rhythm partly due to the terrain and partly due to the race traffic. There was a constant stream of 50 runners coming through who brought with them fresh energy and support.
I took a stumble at one point leaving me with an impressive trail of blood down my shin. Fortunately, I was back up and quickly as I fell and movement wasn’t hindered.
Climbing out of Mardale Head, up Gatesgarth Pass was one of my lowest points of the whole race. The accumulated miles, elevation and lack of fuelling early on were beginning to show. All I could do was keep stumbling and shuffling one foot in front of the other, willing the top to arrive.
Once in the Kentmere Valley, supporters started to appear. Grateful for the smiling faces of some of my favourite people and the feeling of being back on ‘home’ trails, reaching the end started to feel possible.
Back on home turf!
I was feeling quite depleted and venturing into new mileage territory, so the appearance of some of my best friends could not have been timelier.
I know this section like the back of my hand, having spent many hours running and walking these trails, the familiarity bringing with it a huge comfort.
Then came Ambleside. The energy running through Ambleside was electric. The support, cheering and good vibes were infectious, and I genuinely felt like I was out on a park run, feeling fresh!… and met by my mum & stepdad at the checkpoint for a needed hug.
I’m not ashamed to admit I set off from Ambleside feeling a little overconfident, deceived by the renewed energy from the Ambleside crowds. The wheels quickly fell off as the legs started to cease up and fatigue set in again.
Passing Chesters by the River and not stopping for a coffee and fruit scone was a difficult manoeuvre – it’s not an opportunity I am ever willing to miss!
It was high-peak evening walk & pub time by this point in the day, so the incentive to keep shuffling due to public perception and ego was strong! Being a 100 runner definitely brought with it a sense of royalty as we got more cheers and claps.
One of my arbitrary goals was for a top 10 finish and as I approached Chapel Stile checkpoint a spritely female runner came past pushing me into 11th place. In my weariness, I felt quite disheartened initially as well as frustrated by my heavy legs.
I thought I might be able to outrun the spritely runner, who looked as though they had only just set off, by leaving the checkpoint before they did. I shuffled along through Langdale feeling like I was being chased, and of course before I got to Side Pike, there she was again. I admitted defeat.
The evening started to draw in and darkness fell again. Out came the headtorch. The miles were getting slower and feeling relentless. The bright lights of Tilberthwaite were a joy to behold.
The climb out of Tilberthwaite is one I have enjoyed in glorious summer evenings. Dramatic, and like something out of Jurassic Park. But on this evening, the stile out of the car park and initial steps on to the trail were wicked. Progress was very very slow, but the end was very much in sight.
The weather really came in; I suddenly realised how soaked through and cold I was. Despite being so close to dropping down into Coniston & the end of the race, I made a strategic stop to put on my waterproof jacket. I may have only had a couple of miles to go, but those miles were going to be two of the slowest of the day.
With the rain came a greasy and slippy descent into the Coniston Coppermines, passing little curled up animal friends on the trail which were in fact just rocks and stones. Hello hallucinations!
Hitting the main vehicle access track of the Coppermines was the best feeling. I took a quick look at my watch and realised I had 5 minutes to get to the end, to achieve my sub-30-hour target. Maybe I could make it in time… or maybe not!
I gave it a good effort and felt like I finished strong.
I crossed the finish line at 00:04:18 on Sunday morning, completing the Lakeland 100 in 30 hours, 4 minutes and 18 seconds. Finishing 11th female, 3rd Female Vet 40 and 104th overall.
The Lake District is the place I call home and where I do most of my running. There was something quite special about being able to piece together some of my favourite areas.
The novelty wore off incredibly quickly so despite not quite achieving the arbitrary goals I set myself, I am extremely proud, and relieved to have endured & finished the whole loop.
A higher weight tee with the Flash 0.5 tights for the start line and through the night running, teamed with the Core+ Hoodie and waterproof layers provided a versatile layering system that worked for the conditions overnight.
The Core fleece products are super lightweight, air-permeable & quick drying, so they suit a whole host of weather situations that you might encounter when out for a long time. I didn’t need the Core+ Hoodie during the day, but it was a welcome addition to my kit list through the night.
Forming part of the lightweight layering system, packing down small & providing the technical spec (fully taped seams) needed for the kit list, the Wisp+ Jacket & Wisp pants were the perfect outer layers for the day.
I love the Nitro tee. Light weight, loose fitting and quick drying; it is perfect for warmer days out on the trail. With the warmer weather in the daytime I was grateful to be able to switch up the outfit for the daylight hours & have the ¾ tights as alternative leg cover if needed.
The kit list required a pair of full-length tights in case of emergencies, which the Flash Tight 1.0 was perfect for.
A higher weight than the Nitro tee & with long sleeves, the Long-sleeve Bearing Tee was a reliable option for better warmth and coverage in an emergency.
I can cool down quickly, so it was important for me to have a good insulation layer should anything have gone wrong and I was forced to slow down or, even worse, stop completely. The Rosa Vest was a great lightweight insulation option.
I also considered swapping this out for the Rotor hood jacket, depending on the weather forecast.
Due to the amount of kit and fuelling I was required to carry, the MtnFire 15 vest provided plenty of space to pack it all in. The weather resistant qualities of the bag also meant I didn’t need to worry about things getting damp if the Lake District weather decided to do its usual.
The WaistBelt 3 was simply an extra, easy access snack pouch!
The Pole pod was a useful addition to the race pack that kept the poles packed away when they weren’t needed.
Hydration was key with the heat we were exposed to.
The Core mitts are my favourite gloves by far and kept my hands feeling free but warm when the poles inevitably came out, and the Core Neck warmer was good to have for that added bit of warmth.
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