Rab Mini Mountain Marathon, Totley, Peak District, 7th February
Four hour score course
We arrived at Rotherham East Premier Inn at half past midnight on Sunday morning, me after finishing a 12 hour shift and Scott after having competed in the Wadsworth Trog with Tom and Paul so straight to bed and lights out by 1am. At 6.30am, the phone alarm tinkled its tune: an expensive five and a half hours' sleep but so worth it not to have to travel the whole way to the Peak District on the day as registration opened 07.30am. So a little apprehensive, I was ready for my first taste of a mountain marathon...
We arrived at Totley Moor sports club on the edge of the Peak District near Sheffield, now with the promise of good weather despite a gloomy earlier forecast and registered straight away in the Mixed Vet50 class. There was a very thorough kit check that included a compulsory bivvy bag each! (note to self: don't try to get away with less than all of the compulsory items as we would not have been allowed to start).
We had four hours to gather as many points as possible so route choice was important to try to bag some of the higher scoring control points. We looked at the map together and agreed on the first couple of control points before heading straight up a hill and onto the fells almost immediately. I always need a decent warm up and my legs felt really stiff for the first couple of miles - I thought they were never going to get going.
The intention was for me to learn how to take bearings which can be crucial for yomping across expanses of moorland in the absence of other features. This meant that we tended to take a more direct route whereas some runners appeared to make more use of the paths. It seemed to pay off most of the time for us and was far more interesting.
We got to the first control without any problem, then took a bearing to head towards the next; a trig point that was out of sight. As we got close to where we needed to be, Scott was distracted by a huge cairn that had several runners going to and from it. There was no cairn on the map but we headed for it anyway thinking that it might have been listed incorrectly. However, we knew it wasn't a trig point and that it was not quite where we expected the control to be. Needless to say there was no control kite there. Another lesson learned: not to blindly follow other runners.
Higher now, we turned around and spotted the trig point on the sky line. Once there, a bearing pointed us in the direction of our third control choice: it was a large tunnel shaft on a low hill with lots of heather and marsh in between, little of which was runnable. It was pretty windy on the tops and pretty cold, and I was having trouble with the heather loosening my laces (Scott quickly showed me a much more secure lace-fastening technique)
By this time we had decided that to speed things up Scott would do the navigating and show me on the map what he was proposing to do. I could then concentrate on running and read the control descriptions that were rather unhelpfully written on the reverse of the map meaning that it had to be unfolded each time.
Next, we were looking for the start of a stream in a very boggy area with really deep, ankle wrenching tussocks. Scott said that he had never experienced anything as bad, and he's done similar events all over the country. I ended up face first, followed by several minor ankle twists and a fall onto my backside. It took us quite a while to find that lousy 10-point control which was visible only from one direction. Another runner was fairing no better and although Scott managed to get the control unseen, I, in my bright pink jacket, was blazing towards it like a beacon and the runner just followed me, pleased for the advantage.
We managed to find control after control over varied and challenging terrain and even had a moment of glory in finding a control described as a large group of rocks (with a dangerous cliff nearby). We later found out that several runners had been unable to locate it and it was the subject of much discussion back at the finish.
On the homeward stretch, we managed to fit in an extra control with a minor route change and had enough time to ease off a little for the last couple of kilometres. We were prematurely congratulating ourselves when Scott realised that with a one-and-a-half kilometre detour we could have bagged one of only two 40-pointers on the course; that would have brought us up from 10th in our mixed age group to 6th, and we had had time enough to comfortably do it!
I couldn't believe that four hours could pass so quickly, and it was so much fun. We finished the event off with homemade soup, tea and cakes at the finish…..after it had taken me about ten minutes to undo the new lace solution….maybe just a bit too secure! I am now enthused and am keen to complete the series of four….watch out Lake District; the Watsons are coming!
Wadsworth Trog, Hebden Bridge, 6th February
BL / 20m / 4003ft
This is a fell race that Chairman Paul has talked about on a number of occasions so I figured it was about time I checked it out. I must admit to being a bit apprehensive as the description of this race sounded quite dramatic and 19 miles is still quite a long way for me certainly in terms of racing, but I need to step up the miles so why not?
The Trog is hosted by Calder Valley Fell Runners and starts and finishes in Hebden Bridge. This meant an early start and a 2.5 hour drive. It's therefore useful to make sure your fellow passengers are good company....unfortunately I was stuck with Paul and Scott (only kidding). We put the world to rights on the journey there and back and ran a 19 mile fell race in between. We registered in the Cricket Pavilion at Hebden Bridge which was warm and dry and nothing like the weather outside which was wet and fairly cold. Everyone I chatted with at the registration warned me it would be muddy on the course and boy were they correct! The course itself is pretty undulating but actually quite runable for most of its length. It's a figure of 8 with checkpoint 1 also doubling up as checkpoint 11.
The race started at 10 and myself and Scott got into a nice steady jog run on the uphill start. Paul said bye and that was the last we saw of him! Scott and I ran together as far as checkpoint 2 which was along side the Reservoir then on the really boggy stuff Scott pulled away. I managed to land in a bog and sank up to my knees. Some other runner helped me out and I struggled along never quite getting into a good running rhythm to checkpoint 5 with Scott around 200 metres ahead. The rain was fairly constant as was the mud! I was running in my waterproof jacket and hat all the way and never overheated. It was chilly.
We finally got off the fellside for a while and onto some decent track around about checkpoint 6 and to my surprise I caught Scott up. Maybe I should go back to the roads? We ran together for the rest of the race. We also got into a good rhythm and managed to overtake quite a few runners in the small loop from checkpoint 11 to the finish. It was nice to hit checkpoint 11 and I think we could both sense the finish 4 miles away so that certainly gave me a boost and I quite enjoyed the last bits over the hills.
The finish back to the pavilion was uphill and required a heads down plod and did feel a bit strange to be nigh on walking to the finish line. We did manage a jog round the cricket pitch and Scott let me cross the line first, he's a gent.
We met Paul back in the changing rooms washed and dressed with a sore ankle after turning it again. We had soup, tea and cake and clapped the winners before getting into the car and heading home.
I think it's worth a run if you fancy something a wee bit more demanding than our local fell races as it certainly felt like a step up in terms of terrain and severity. It would be a good intro to longer fell races before heading to the lakes district for the big ones.
As for the copious amounts of mud? well I think Scott put it quite succinctly when he noted Wadsworth Trog? more like Wadsworth Bog!!
Following on from Tom's account above here are a few of my observations about the race: Firstly it was 'grim' and that's not a word I use lightly when talking about the upland countryside we're lucky enough to be blessed with in this part of the world. It was cold and made colder still by a constant blustery wind driving the rain before it from start to finish. There was mud and bog of every depth, at every angle and of every sucking, sliding variety together with long stretches of heather that ripped unkindly at the legs of those of us who were hardy enough to wear shorts (Paul and Tom - not me).
It had been a long drive to get there after rising a 5.30am for what turned out to be nigh on four hours of self inflicted punishment but when all comes to all I wouldn't have missed it. The company was excellent and the race made more interesting by being able to share it with Tom without having to compromise (or overly extend) my effort. Paul had to do his own thing because that's what you get for being so much faster!
I'd made what I thought was a rather lovely map of the route that held up well in the wet conditions with the exception of a couple of points where the rain started to smudge the ink because I'd cropped the covering material too close to the edge. Although it's required kit, you don't really need one 'cos when you aren't at least up to your ankles in slime then you're often on a fairly good trail which means that you can be pretty sure of where you're going. It's well marshalled (well done to CVFR) so if you do feel that you need to navigate you're going to be a long way behind! However, for new races - particularly if they are long and demanding - I usually have one to hand so that I can gauge my effort, plus the discipline of staying in contact with the map gives me something to focus on other than my own discomfort.
Talking about marshalling I pitied the poor guys and girls who had to put up with the 'gentleman' (and I'm ashamed to say I think he was a geordie) who was quite literally screaming abuse at them because he was being held up at a road crossing. You could hear him from a hundred metres away through the mist. I've never heard anything like it. I'd have had the authorities check him out because nobody can be that angry without it spilling over into other areas - nasty man.
Not sure that I should be giving it away (though it's there on the map for anyone that wants to look) but the finish on this one is set up as a bit of a 'sickener'. After running a long way down towards Hebden Bridge in the valley bottom (incidentally there is a nice view across the valley, of Heptonstall church where, Paul informed me, the poet Sylvia Plath is buried) the course turns steeply uphill over more fields. However, it was so muddy this year that the gains to be made from running were simply not enough to justify the effort in my opinion, so it was somewhat bizarre to find ourselves walking towards the finish where normally you're trying to prevent yourself from throwing up or having a cardiac arrest!
After having been made to trail round a waterlogged cricket pitch (one of the very few flat bits of the race) it was nice to be able to get a shower followed by tea/coffee and very nice selection of cake plus soup (of no specific flavour as far as I could tell) and a bun - all for the ridiculous sum of £8.00 (proof that it's still not actually necessary to spend half a month's salary if you want to give yourself a bit of a challenge). A good day was very definitely had by all and we still managed to get back for the second half of the rugby!
The Northern X/C Championships, Witton Park, Blackburn, 30th January
There was a boxer plying his trade in the 1980s & 90s who went under nickname of "The Truth". At the time I considered it a little pretentious but after yesterday's race I gained more of an appreciation of the message he was trying to convey. In going 'toe to toe' with the Witton Park course you would discover "The Truth" about many things including: your commitment; your resolve; your degree of competitiveness; your fitness; your physical condition; your running technique; your gear choice etc. All of which would be given the most sternest of tests.
Four Striders chose to undertake these tests and merrily travelled to Blackburn on the Durham Harriers coach "with the elite" as we were informed. The elite proved to be very friendly and included a number of old friends (and a new one: Tracy Henderson from Sedgefield Harriers) who were more than happy for us to use their tent which we duly helped to carry and put up. The light cast inside the tent by the bright orange material was unusual to say the least.
Anyway, the weather in Blackburn was cold and windy and peppered with the occasional snow / sleet / hail shower. The course wasn't as muddy as we'd expected although this would change significantly during the course of the day. After watching the many junior races Steph and Susan adjourned to the 'Orange Palace' to prepare for the fight. The Northerns are longer than the HL (8K rather than 6) and tend to be a bit tougher - well this time they'd gone overboard with the toughness. The whole course was now covered in thick, deep mud the sort that allows no rhythm to your running. There were steep hills too where the mud made ascent an exhausting business and descent a slippery dangerous process. There were also a couple of opened gates where the mud had been turned into a wet, brown blancmange hiding stones of various sizes. All perfect for establishing those truths.
350 women set off on the three laps of torture. It was great to see Susan and Steph slugging it out along with all the other women from far flung places such as Sheffield, Liverpool and Hull. They included the very speedy & well known names, to the less speedy but equally determined women who are no doubt heroines in their own clubs and, after yesterday, to the rest of us as well. Susan and Steph both finished strongly, while being showered in hail, and felt fairly comfortable with the truths they had discovered! Many thanks to you both and well done!
The men's race at 12k, 4 laps & 8 hills was the final 'event of the evening'. Mike and I lined up with the other 700 plus expecting a bruising encounter and to discover the answer to those truths. We both knew we had plenty of commitment because we were there on that startline ready to go, but those other truths? Well we were about to find out!
It was thick mud from the start, impossible to get any rhythm, but I stayed upright, unlike one or two others, so technique mustn't be too bad. Mike passed me fairly early on and I didn't feel I could stay with him - perhaps my competitiveness was lacking. The prospect of four laps in these conditions was daunting but there was no way I was dropping out so my resolve was in good order. However, those hills, two on each lap, were testing my fitness to the utmost and, after suffering a series of niggling injuries over the past five months, fitness was proving a bit 'wanting' - an uncomfortable truth. Descending too was proving difficult (normally a strength). The top of one downhill bit in particular was treacherous and the heels of my 'spikes' provided little purchase - perhaps I should have worn my fell shoes?! Heavy hail showers were proving my decision to wear a 'thermal' was a good one though - so gear choice wasn't all bad.
The laps were getting fewer as one runner, just in front of me, went head first into the blancmange. He appeared unhurt so I just ran around him - my competitiveness and resolve was obviously ok then. But the fitness was still a problem on those hills and the truth about my physical condition wasn't all good either. While the injuries were holding up well (hamstring, calf & back!) those few extra pounds put on during enforced inactivity and Christmas celebrations, were starting to make their presence felt. But I managed to make it onto the final lap and get up and down the final two hills. Approaching the finish I spotted two 'local' vests ahead: a Darlington Harrier and a Tyne Bridger. The latter had been irritating me for most of the race as he would stop and walk quite often, when I would overtake him, only for him to sprint passed me moments later. Anyway, the truth about my competitiveness was that it was in good working order as I 'stepped on the gas' to pass both these runners in a dash for the line. Mike was there to 'welcome' me having finished a couple of minutes ahead which bodes well for greater challenges ahead.
So it was all over. One of the toughest x/c races I've ever run, and what about those 'truths'? Well, here's my verdict:
- Commitment: unquestionable.
- Resolve: still intact.
- Competitiveness: in good order although slightly diminished from days of yore.
- Fitness: room for improvement and needs working on.
- Physical condition: good for age but certain refinements needed.
- Running Technique: adequate even under the most challenging conditions.
- Gear Choice: acceptable - plenty of experience to call on.
|1||Charlie Hulson (Sale Harriers, Manchester)||0:43:16|
|1||Claire Duck (Leeds City Athletic Club)||0:30:21|
MLN Orienteering, Marne Training Area, 27th January
I wasn't surprised to get no takers for my offer of a lift to Marne Barracks for a bit of orienteering. However, a last minute check of the email and I saw that Paul had decided to accompany me on this drizzly Wednesday for a trip down the A1 to run around an abandoned airfield.
We were somewhere south of Scotch Corner and we'd pretty much solved all of the world's problems when I noticed the road noise through the roadworks was a bit excessive, and it seemed to be a bit bumpy too. A minute or two of this and I realised that this was just one possible interpretation of the noise and bumps that were hitting our senses. Another interpretation could be that we had a puncture. Yes, the more I thought about it, the more the puncture scenario seemed to fit the evidence, and driving along in a state of denial wasn't going to change the facts.
We pulled off the A1 and had a look at the tyres. One of them had a flat bit at the bottom and I knew that wasn't good. I contemplated calling the AA but, despite being ok for time, wondered how long they'd take to attend a scene for two blokes too feeble to change a wheel. I mean, it couldn't be that difficult, could it? I'm sure I've done it before. The first step was finding the spare wheel. We found it, eventually, under the back bit where I always assumed the fuel tank was. Trying to get the wheel out was a different manner. As an IT technician I then did something that pained me greatly, I had a look for the manual. I'd already tried switching the engine off and on again but that hadn't helped. We got there eventually, except for the small matter of the jack, which we eventually found in a cubby hole in the car that I never knew existed. We were unstoppable now.
A false start where we started trying to jack the car on one of the crunchy bits rather than the proper tough bit, but soon we were cruising. Well, I say we, it was mostly Paul. It had started raining so I spent most of the time standing in the bus shelter taking photos and making encouraging noises.
Back on the road and into Marne Barracks, where passports were shown, disclaimers were signed, and we were driving slowly down the old runway looking for somewhere to park. Speed bumps on a runway, no matter how obviously disused, are an incongruous sight. The last time I orienteered here registration had been at the end of the runway out of a transit van. This time it was inside a nice building, with toilets, drinks, warmth and a costcutter. It seemed a shame to go outside again.
Paul and I were both doing the same course and I went of first with the organisers observing a strict 90 second interval between starters. The first few controls were around the buildings and access roads and navigation was easy, and by the 3rd control I'd already been caught by the guy starting after me, which was pretty depressing. Then out into the woodland and the navigation got a bit more interesting. I bumped into Paul a few times which, given that he started about 6 minutes after me, meant two things. One, he was running a lot faster than me, and two, he must be making a few errors otherwise I'd only have seen him once.
At control 15 our paths crossed again and Paul sped of to the east, which, given that the control was due north, confused me a bit. I headed straight for the control, knowing that there was the small matter of a fence between it and me. Whether it was 'crossable' or 'uncrossable', I was about to find out. Thankfully it was the former, but Paul had decided to go for the fast long way round. We finished at the same time, which was handy, as Paul's dibber had failed to work properly, and we could use my time minus the time that he'd started after me to work out his.
Our journey back up the A1 was less eventful than the outward journey and I had fully intended calling it a day until Paul said he was doing a 'gentle' 'slow' headtorch run that evening. The 'gentle' and 'slow' bit I liked the sound of. Turned out there was a bit of mis-selling going on there. Perhaps I should've offered to help a bit more changing that wheel ...
The next army event is at Scarth Wood Moor, Osmotherley on Wednesday 10th Feb. It's not somewhere I've orienteered before but it looks nice. I'll be going if anyone wants to tag along. Must be good at changing wheels.
Brass Monkey Half-Marathon, York, 17th January
Road trip for me, Kerry Anne Barnett, her boyfriend James (second claim Strider) and Gareth Pritchard we set off on the icey journey to York Race course
I had high hopes for a PB with all the talk of a fast and flat course but was also nervous my PB at Keilder had been a fluke and that the ice may scupper any plans we had for a fast race.
We arrived to a beautiful sunrise and got ourselves 'race ready' (selfies, numerous toilet stops and other essential pre race activities!)
It was great to catch up with some of the strider posse before we all went outside and lined up for the race.
Gareth and I had discussed what I needed to aim for pace wise to get my sought after 2.05 ish PB so I stood in the appropriate time pen with Rebecca Devine (more selfies... Obvs!)
After a few announcements we were off, it was absolutely freezing, but bright and clear and there was a great buzz from the crowd - runners and spectators.
I was enjoying the pace & soaking up the atmosphere and soon enough the first mile was ticked off. I checked my watch and saw I was ahead of planned times so I slowed a bit, didn't want to peak too soon! Wise words from Allan ringing in my ears, golden rules 1-5 - don't set off too fast (and repeat x4!)
Along the way the support from the marshalls & spectators was great and I thought the surrounding areas were very pretty, despite it being a road race. I spoke to a couple of Striders on route, Robin Linton and Jayne Freeman which was a welcome distraction for me but all in all just tried to focus on sticking to pace and not spilling icey cold water on myself at the water stations!
I had a bit of a panic when my garmin dropped out and said I was doing 11 min miles all of a sudden as we went through a wooded part but some lovely regular Brass Monkey runners said "that always happens here love" phew!!!! Apart from that minor shock I was loving the race, I was ahead of pace and feeling strong, I was starting to believe I had sub 2.05 in me & pushed on.
I struggled a little from mile 11 so the frozen jelly babies were very gratefully received around Mile 12.
Pacing still on track and lifted with the sugar hit and shout outs from the crowd I pressed on, trying to work out the pacing maths in my head distracted me from the pain of the last mile and a bit which seemed to go on forever!
I could finally see the finish line and I knew I was ahead of the sub 2.05 target - I was so elated but just kept telling myself not to fall over! I crossed the line at 2.03.13 (official chip time). I actually squealed as I read the text much to the shock of those around me at the time who thought something bad had happened!
I was absolutely delighted to hear that Gareth and James had also PBd along with many of the other purple posse!
We celebrated Kerry coming in ahead of her planned time and then went on the hunt for much needed refreshments hearing the achievements of many of the club as we passed them enroute including Penny, Matthew, Michael and Kelly who all reported excellent PB times.
I have officially classified this as my new favourite race (didn't have an old favourite race to be fair!!) I loved the whole day (not just cos I PBd) and will definitely be setting my alarm for next years entry!
|pos||bib||name||category||gun time||chip time|
|-||1855||Dan Kastral (Barnsley Athletic Club)||(M)||1:08:53||1:08:52|
|-||90||Sharon Barlow (Darlington Harriers & AC)||(F)||1:18:35||1:18:33|
|2||1305||Gareth Pritchard||(M) V35||1:17:33||1:17:31|
|3||1027||Michael Littlewood||(M) V40||1:19:01||1:18:58|
|5||227||Penny Browell||(F) V40||1:27:13||1:27:02|
|6||161||Elaine Bisson||(F) V35||1:31:48||1:31:38|
|7||429||Sarah Davies||(F) V45||1:39:30||1:38:50|
|8||1705||Graeme Walton||(M) V40||1:40:37||1:40:04|
|9||1588||Malcolm Sygrove||(M) V45||1:40:39||1:40:05|
|11||1469||Tim Skelton||(M) V35||1:43:55||1:43:02|
|12||922||Greta Jones||(F) V50||1:45:12||1:44:17|
|15||728||Diane Harold||(F) V40||1:48:40||1:47:59|
|16||923||Karen Jones||(F) V45||1:49:02||1:48:07|
|17||1519||Ian Spencer||(M) V50||1:51:08||1:50:13|
|18||91||Stephanie Barlow||(F) V40||1:51:56||1:51:16|
|19||1587||Kathryn Sygrove||(F) V50||1:54:27||1:53:21|
|20||1476||Alan Smith||(M) V65||2:03:26||2:02:26|
|21||1484||Catherine Smith||(F) V40||2:04:33||2:03:13|
|22||1239||Mike Parker||(M) V40||2:06:54||2:05:09|
|25||595||Jayne Freeman||(F) V45||2:07:54||2:06:59|
|29||837||Karen Hooper||(F) V40||2:15:13||2:13:28|
|31||1634||Margaret Thompson||(F) V65||2:28:56||2:27:34|
|32||96||Kerry Barnett||(F) V40||2:29:37||2:27:30|
|33||899||Neil Jennings||(M) V50||2:32:39||2:30:31|
Do they know it's Christmas?
Christmas Handicap, 3rd January
To bring to an end our 30th anniversary year of celebration focusing on 1985 seemed entirely appropriate. A few of us would remember fondly (or otherwise!) New Romantics, David Bowie, the end of the Punk era ... Margaret Thatcher. Others would be toddlers or in nappies! However, scope for fancy dress seemed vast and the runners did not disappoint. Numbers were down from last year as it was still very close to the New Year's festivities but by 11.00am we had a motley crew of runners, leaders and supporters ready to face the quagmire which was Houghall Woods.
At 10.30 it was still very quiet in the cafeteria at MC and then in burst Freddie Mercury in true Live Aid garb, an unrecognisable Mandy Dawson. There followed Dougie, resplendent as Adam Ant (Prince Charming mode!), Anita as a cross between Toyah Wilcox and Cyndi Lauper and George as John McEnroe. Another version of Adam Ant appeared along with Doc Brown from Back to the Future. Tom seemed to be Too shy as Limahl and Catherine Smith brought her welding helmet from Flash dance. Michael came in a chavvy shell suit and then, the piece de resistance ... Margaret Thatcher in red suit and gold handbag - Mike Bennett by any other name.
The weather was kind to us - no rain and it was reasonably mild. The woods were very muddy but everyone managed to get around. Mike amused the passers-by by delicately holding up his red skirt in order to run. There was great teamwork with the marshals and helpers at the finish and I'm very grateful to Anna, Tom & Anita for leading some of the newer runners around the course.
After a successful run we went back to the Court Inn for a very well deserved lunch. Santa, alias Nick Young - a member since 1985 and a former chairman - assisted Paul in the presentation of prizes. Fancy Dress prizes were also given to Tom, Anita, Dougie and of course Santa for their help and support on the day.
Once again, I'd like to thank everyone who helped out today. It was a very happy sociable event.
|pos||name||cat||5M Time||h'cap||finish time||actual time||prize|
|1||Gareth Pritchard||M S||29||34||65.13||31.13||Fastest Male|
|2||Paul Swinburne||M V||36||27||61.04||34.04||Fastest Vet|
|3||Conrad White||M V||37||26||62.55||36.35|
|4||Alex Witty||M S||40||23||59.51||36.51|
|5||Mike Bennett||M V||40||23||61.57||38.57||fancy Dress|
|6||Mandy Dawson||F V||40||23||62.19||39.19||fastest Female & FD|
|7||Andrew Davis||M S||40||23||62.58||39.58|
|8||Michael Ross||M V||42||21||63.17||42.17||Fancy Dress|
|9||Camilla Lauren-Maatta||F V||42||21||64.54||43.54||fastest vet F after MD|
|10||Victoria Brown||F S||45||18||63.35||44.35|
|11||Victoria jackson||F S||44.5||18.5||65.26||46.76|
|12||Steve Ellis||M V||45.5||17.5||65.23||47.53||Fancy Dress|
|13||Mike Parker||M V||50||13||61.24||48.24|
|14||Catherine Smith||F V||46||17||65.35||48.35||Fancy Dress|
|15||Jonathan Hamill||M V||50||13||62.25||49.25||Fancy Dress|
|16||Anja Fetchner||F S||46.5||16.5||66.01||49.31|
|17||Jan Ellis||F V||49||14||63.36||49.36|
|18||George Nicolson||M V||52||11||63.29||52.29||Fancy Dress|
|19||Fiona Wood||F S||48||15||67.48||52.48|
|20||Wendy Littlewood||F S||60||3||56.11||53.11||1st finisher|
|21||Margaret Thompson||F V||61||2||56.44||54.44|
|22||Erin keeler-Clarke||F J||40.5||22.5||69.08||56.08||Junior prize|
|23||Joanne Porter||F V||50||13||69.09||56.09|
|24||Joanne Richardson||F V||50||13||69.1||56.1|
|25||Shelagh Barton||F V||57||6||64.25||58.25|
|26||Kay Cairns||F S||60||3||62.31||59.31|
|27||Sarah Watson||F J||48||15||74.47||59.47||Junior Prize|
|28||Kath Bartlett||F V||63||0||60.31||60.31|
|Rebecca Talbot||F S||58||5|
|Kerry Barnett||F V||55||8|
|Joanne Parkinson||F V||55||8|
|Kelly Collier||F S||51||12|
|David Shipman||M V||50||13|
|Debbie Jones||F V||50||13|
|Ryan Johnson||M J||46.5||16.5|
|Steph Piper||F S||45||18|
|Junior Swinburne||M J||44||19|
|Helen Thomas||F V||43||20|
|Jan Young||F V||42||21||1lap|
|Louise Warner||F S||40||23|
|David Spence||M V||39||24|
|Peter Hart||M S||39||24||1lap|
|Elaine Bisson||F S||38.5||24.5|
|Jack Watson||M J||32||31||1lap||Fancy Dress|
Captain Cook's Fell Race, Great Ayton, N.Yorks, 1st January
Gareth Pritchard ...
Entry on the day was very easy and people soon started talking about kit you would have to carry and kit checks which made me panic as my kit consisted of a running coat, cheap fell shoes and that's about it. Thankfully when I was watching people slowly gather and talked to other more experienced striders I soon realised I could ditch the coat and warm up best I could before the race.
Pre race strider photo call done, it was time for a quick pre race catchup and getting some info on what I had let myself in for.
I've been struggling with injury problems for the last 3 months and this was my first race back. Feeling heavy and not in the best shape I was not expecting much and was just hoping to not embarrass myself too much. I've decided to try some different things for this year and captain cooks fell race seemed like a perfect start.
Conditions were wet and very muddy, but the predicted black ice did not show, so my shoes just about did the trick. The start is fast and felt like a road race for the first mile but wearing the wrong shoes. Then the hill slowly hits, then the monster mountain knocks you out. I'm sure this is normal for fell running but I've never experienced pain quite like it. You have no option but to walk it's that steep, and even constant walking was almost too much at times.
We slowly peeked at the captain cooks monument and then the mad crazy dash down the muddy hills begin. I've always been OK on down hill but my legs just would not recover. I slowly picked the speed up and even passed a few people on the down hill. Then the true fell runners flew past me and I was left in awe and eating their dust. Truly a different species and something very special to see.
The last section was again more like a fast road race which felt good to me, then a quick XC mud dash and sprint to the line. All over in a painful flash and confused blur as somehow I'd just managed to keep things together.
It's hard judging your race time in an event like this but most seemed pleased with their runs. A few got lost on the top, a few bumps and falls too. With Thomas Reeves sporting the most cuts closely followed by Catherine Smith.
We all retired to a local pub for some much needed food and refreshment. Some great performances and a really enjoyable way to start the new year. A well deserved 2nd place for the elvet female team and a respectable 6th for the men's. Definitely something I will try again.
... Louise Warner
On the morning of New Years' Day I suddenly felt a little nervous. I had no idea what to pack and so after being told I needed no specialist equipment, threw three outfit changes, several pairs of trainers, a packet of baby wipes and a chocolate milkshake into a ruck sack and set off in pursuit of my first fell race. As I was picked up by a bunch of hardened and experienced fell runners (Penny, Paul, Tom and Joan) I got the opportunity to ask lots of questions but still arrived at the destination full of trepidation.
The Royal Oak pub was filled with serious looking runners and plenty of friendly faces wearing purple though I was then informed at registration that I needed to carry a waterproof jacket during the run as minimum basic FRA equipment. Steph Piper came to my rescue with a spare bum bag, waterproof jacket and whistle which then left me able to continue.
Right on time, at 10:55 we assembled across Great Ayton High Street, somewhere close to where the imaginary start line would be and after a minute or two worth of instructions about 'being careful on the black ice' we were off, en masse in the direction of some very large hills. I started slowly making sure I kept lots in the tank for whatever presented itself but it was clear from the start this 'race' was going to be nothing like I've ever done before - my two previous favourite run events being the GNR and Blaydon! The run started with a relative gentle upwards gradient first on road and then more onto a trail-like track becoming narrower and narrower until it was quite quickly a single file traffic event running up the side of a progressively steep hill, the top of which was not yet apparent.
The next 1.5 miles involved no running at all and were essentially a battle against the laws of physics with me scrambling up the side of a very steep hill (mountain') trying to reach the top in as dignified a manner as possible. Jan Young was a welcome sight halfway up the ascent, shouting positive comments to spur us Striders on. I was also aware Mandy Dawson was right behind me and so my ego kept me going, upwards. Oh what a sight the summit was''..
It was like a game of two halves with the next part being all of the fun. After 100m of flattish track the path went sharply down and I suddenly seen the pace quicken though this was nothing like I was used to, not even with a couple of XC events behind me as experience. This is where the seasoned fell runners came into their own and a couple of incredibly fast men came almost literally flying past me down the side of the mountain. And so I attempted to join them and leaving my inhibitions behind went as fast as I could through the mud, bog, bushes and uneven ground, downwards towards the village, just about managing to curb my desire to shout like a child as I went. The terrain flattened though the mud remained and I almost lost a shoe to it. Once I'd arrived back on solid, flattish ground, and knowing the end couldn't be much more than a mile away my confidence picked up and I then started to 'race' in the sense I previously understood. The end was incredible with a good sprint finish to prevent the guy behind me from winning and then I was met by a sea of friendly faces at the finish line (again imaginary) and many Striders, either spectating or already finished ahead of me. Including Tom who had seemingly hurled himself of the side of the mountain and was sporting two bleeding hands, two bloodied knees and a large graze up one thigh, shorts ripped. Though he'd incredibly spared the pink bum bag he was wearing!
As confused as I was about whatever had just happened I very much enjoyed this run and would definitely consider doing it again next year.
All the money raised from this event (£2108) goes to charities. There's more information in the Esk Valley results and race report - Ed.
|1||263||Harry Holmes (York Knavesmire)||32.39||MO/1/50/189|
|14||1216||Caroline Lambert (Wetherby Runners)||35.22||FO/1/50/50|
Hardmoors 30, Ravenscar, North Yorkshire, 1st January
Kerry Lister ...
I decided to enter my first Ultramarathon when entries opened for the Hardmoors 30, encouraged by Denise Benvin and Sue Jennings, with the reassurance that Sue would run with me.
So, after abstaining from the usual excesses of New Years Eve the alarm woke me up at 530am Friday 1st January 2016 for the journey to Robin Hoods Bay, the weather was promising to be kind to us with a beautiful red hue, hopefully we'd be finished by the time whatever it was warning the shepherds of.
Friendly faces filled Fylingdale Village Hall and we were kit checked by Phil Owen and Anna Seeley. All present and correct, tramp stamp obtained, number pick up was as easy as pie, as always with the well organised Hardmoors events. Time enough for a cuppa and peanut butter and banana crepe before race briefing.
Jon Steele reminded us of all the usual stuff, be courteous to other people using the routes, no litter, watch out for the missing dog Betty, no swearing at the marshals but sweepers were fair game.
Then we were off, down the Cinder track en route to Whitby, so far so good, we could still see other runners in front of us and the sweepers weren't in sight behind us. Pretty plain sailing so far, very light wind, some surface water on the track, dry feet all the way to Whitby. First real challenge was the 199 steps up to Whitby Abbey - I'd love to know if anyone did actually run all the way up those!
Then we hit the Cleveland Way back to Robin Hoods Bay, this is where the fun starts! Mud, mud glorious mud! Slipping, sliding, giggling, squealing, what fun! And Sue even managed to stay upright...... for now....... The 15 ers started going past us, some of them at break neck speed, they were awesome!
I couldn't believe it when we arrived back at Robin Hoods Bay after 13 ish miles, feeling good, happy to see Denise with hot tea, cakes and jelly babies. After a brief stop we were off again. This time from Robin Hoods Bay we were headed to Ravenscar ... a slow long drag up to the next checkpoint. Hallway up started feeling grit getting down my socks so a quick stop to re Vaseline the feet (a blister already forming) and change my socks then off we went.
Marshmallows and rola cola at the next checkpoint, a nice shout out from Mark Preston and off down the cinder track again headed to Hayburn Wyke the down, the up, the mud, the slippery stones, the little stream at the bottom, beautiful. And still the weather held out.
Time to layer up now, we were hitting the later part of the day and it was starting to get a bit chilly, the wind was biting but still not strong. Debating if we should get our headtorches out but decided we had about another hour of light before we needed them, the aim was to get back to the Ravenscar checkpoint before darkness fell. We did it, we got back to Ravenscar and over took 5 people on the way!
Feeling pretty pleased with ourselves we embarked on the final leg of the course. In the dark, close to the cliff tops, in the mud. We managed to maintain our lead ensuring we weren't going to be last.
Then it happened, Sue's spectacular fall. Don't know quite how it happened but she ended up on her back what seemed like inches away from the cliff edge! Scary stuff. Once we'd ascertained she wasn't in any real danger and wasn't hurt we could appreciate the funny side.
Just Boggle Hole steps to encounter now quads burning and lungs feeling like they were collapsing we made it to the top. Only a mile or so (and that steep hill from the bottom of Robin Hoods Bay) to conquer. A few young people asked what we were doing "finishing a 30 mile run" we said, "Wow" they said.
And we did it, we finished the 30 ish mile route in 8:18 to a huge round of applause. Hot tea and hugs from Phil, Anna and Denise, a welcome bowl of leek and potato soup and the coveted medal and Tshirt.
So from couch to ultramarathoner in 3 years- I think that's something to be proud of!
... Sue Jennings
When I got a message from Kerry asking me whether I would run the Hardmoors 30 with her on New Years Day I was well pleased as it meant that I would have company around the route rather than spending the whole day on my own or with the sweepers!
We set off from Kerry's at 7am on New Year's Day in Beryl (Kerry's car) and arrived just after 8am and managed to get one of the last parking places. We went in to the village hall at Robin Hoods Bay and registered and then did the usual round of loos, drinks, check backpacks, etc and it seemed to take ages till we eventually set off at 9.30am.
It was a fantastic day weather wise - cold but no/little wind, a bit of cloud and no rain - two years ago I ran this race and it was the most horrific conditions - a lot of people said they would never do it again and I remember 2 ladies turning back on the cliff tops after 25 miles saying they couldn't stand up in the wind!
We did the section from Robin Hoods Bay to Whitby along the cinder track (about 6 miles) and then hit the steps going up to the Abbey at Whitby which are always a tough climb - 199 steps in total. The section from Whitby back to Robin Hoods Bay was pretty muddy but no more than we had expected for this time of year - the picture above is from this section.
We got back to Robin Hoods Bay (13 miles in) and we were back at the start - could have been quite tempting to stop at this point but that never even entered our heads as we were enjoying ourselves too much. At this point we had been running with a lady with a dog and the sweepers.
We left the check point to head up to Ravenscar which is about a 500 feet climb over 4/5 miles on the cinder track - we power walked this section. I had a time in mind that I wanted us to get to Ravenscar in and we missed it by about 3 minutes - at this point the sweepers caught us up and followed us down to Haeburn Wycke - this was a lovely down hill section on cinder track which we ran most of. However what does down must go up as they say.
The next section back to Ravenscar was along the coast which was quite muddy and very much back uphill! Fortunately for us, the weather was even more kind to us as the wind had picked up but it was behind us pushing us towards the finish. We had completed about 23 miles by the time we got to this section so were a little tired but we were soon pleased to see that we could see people in front of us. One of the tail runners, Roy, said you will catch them and we did! Before the checkpoint at Ravenscar we passed a 4 people and a dog - just shows the benefits of taking things steady!
At Ravenscar we had to switch our head torches on as it was dark but fortunately I knew the route back over the cliff tops to Robin Hoods Bay. We did make a small error and turned down a lane to a farm but quickly realised this was the wrong way and turned back. One of the other runners caught us up at this point and I said to him about passing us if he wanted to. He said he preferred to stay with us, The three of us continued across the cliff tops back to Robins Hoods Bay until I had a fall and hit my head! I wasn't injured though thankfully and we eventually got back to Robins Hoods Bay and climbed the long, steep hill back up to the village hall. The three of us finished together in a time of 8 hours and 18 minutes.
We had a fab day out and thoroughly enjoyed every minute of the race and course. It is a beautiful area of the country to run in and although it was challenging at times, it was well worth it and we would recommend this race to anyone who enjoys off road, longer distance challenges.
Morpeth 11k Road Race, 1st January
I ran this for the first time last year and it felt good to be back on the start line for my first race of the year.
I was hoping for an improved performance this year but was feeling slightly nervous as I lined up alongside some very athletic looking runners from Morpeth Harriers and deciding I really do need to trim down - a lot.
The course starts at the top of a bank near Morpeth Rugby Club and heads out along the winding back roads towards Mitford. There are a few steep climbs one of which at 5km I was dreading but turned out to be less terrifying than I remembered.
At 6km, the climb evens out and it's a long, mainly downhill run back to Morpeth. Its here I feel that I can make the improvement in my overall time and give it some extra effort. Making good ground I began to overtake a few people but I hoped I could maintain the pace as I started to tire coming in to the final 2km.
The final swing into Carlisle Park saw the few people I was chasing up the ante and the race really pick up as we crossed the 10km marker. I pushed and pushed to catch the guy in front but he was too strong and got away from me in the final dash to the finish.
I improved my time by 1.35mins finishing 46.31mins in a respectable 68th place.
Hogmanay Hooey, Bolam Lake Country Park, Northumberland, 27th December
After my previous disaster at the Durham night orienteering I can't say I was overly enthusiastic about this but I was doing my duty and accompanying Joan who has now got the orienteering bug.
Learning from the previous event I did bring my new orienteering glasses so at least in theory I could see/read the map. We duly arrived at Bolam Lake in Northumberland around 15 minutes before the start time and watched fellow orienteers limbering up in the car park. Many of them wearing proper club vests!! and one gentleman in what appeared to be knickerbockers. Joan and I plumped for the same course. I was hoping we'd do different courses so I could save face and not get battered by her superior map reading.
I set off from the start first ...well actually I set off once Joan had shown me where the start was on the map :-) The course we chose was short green which was one down from the longest. We had 17 checkpoints to find and the course length point to point was only 3.2 km. Checkpoint one was fairly easy although in my haste I did overshoot it checkpoint two had me baffled and feeling like groundhog day!! I wandered round in the woods only to see Joan who had started 2 minutes after me leaving for checkpoint 3. Well at least I knew where 2 was at long last. After my very shaky start I finally got my head in shape and started ticking off checkpoints up to checkpoint 10 which was described as a boulder on the map. After a good old wander in the woods occasionally seeing Joan who was having as much luck as me I decided to go back to checkpoint 9 and take a bearing. It was at this stage that the glasses came into their own as I noticed drainage ditches on the map and spied the very same things off to my right...bingo there was checkpoint 10 beside a small rock not a boulder.
I shouted Joan over coz I'm nice like that and set off for checkpoint 11 which was up a steepish hill. The last few checkpoints came thick and fast and before I knew it I was at the finish getting my readout. I held my breath ...phew not disqualified, I'd got all the checkpoints, I was happy with that. Joan came in shortly after me and to my surprise I had beaten her by 43 seconds. Result.
Charity Score Orienteering Event, Chopwell Wood, 26th December
I should thank Paul, really. The forecast for today's orienteering event was terrible and my ribs were a bit sore from an embarrassing 0mph bicycle falling-over-in-slow-motion mishap from Tuesday, and the cat was lying on my feet and the bed was nice and warm, so no point going to Chopwell and getting cold and wet, was there? Except that I'd promised Paul I'd pick him up at 0930, and the handy thing about offering to give someone a lift is that it means you cannot easily extract yourself from the arrangement with any sort of dignity when your excuse is you'd rather stay at home and drink tea.
The decision of my orienteering club to move the annual boxing day event from Durham back to Chopwell had not met with my approval and I fully expected to turn up and find a deserted swamp with people staying away rather than nip out to try their hand at a bit of orienteering. However a respectable 50 adventurers had turned out in the damp for a stomp around Chopwell so I was pleased to be proved wrong.
Paul and I were so early we sat in the car for a while and drank tea and coffee and watched the world go by until we were almost late and had to dash over and register before the 11AM start. Paul was wearing some pretty pitiful looking Fell Shoes 'just one more wear' that looked like they weren't brought by Santa yesterday. He completed his attire by not wearing a watch. That could be tricky in a score event. This wasn't for any reason of principle - he'd just forgotten to bring one. I feigned sympathy and pretended to look for a spare while realising that he'd have a very difficult time planning any sort of meaningful route when he didn't know the time of day. For shame. I might make this two victories in a row!
The 11AM start was that rare thing in an orienteering event, a mass start, which tends to only happen in Score events. Not dissimilar to the start of the Durham Three Peaks. We scattered to all points of the compass and I decided to go for a gentle clockwise sweep of the map picking up as many controls as I could. Route choice was interesting and tricky. All controls had the same value so there were no 'high-value items' to be had on the peripheries. Scrabble players would have found it no fun. With each minute late incurring a 10 point penalty, and each control being worth 10 points, the common mistake is to go over time and get a penalty. It's rare in a score event that getting just one more control is worth the risk of an associated time penalty.
I nabbed 16 controls and got back with 24 seconds to spare, which I thought was pretty dandy. My route choice left a bit to be desired though, spending too much time chasing controls out on the periphery rather than mopping up easy ones close to the Finish. Camilla had struggled with the network of footpaths and the invariable confusion that arises when there are more footpaths on the ground than there are on the map. Judging when a trail is just a temporary trod or a permanent footpath is a difficult call, and it's not every orienteering map that includes in its legend the rather ominous sounding powerline downhill bike track.
Paul got back with -13 seconds to spare, which cost him 10 points. Pretty good considering he wasn't wearing a watch, or the correct number of shoes. He'd started wearing two shoes. And he'd finished wearing two shoes. More or less. Mostly less. His right shoe hadn't held up well, or at all, and was now a shoe of two halves. As Peter Cook might once have said, I had nothing against his right shoe. Unfortunately, neither did Paul. He'd attempted a mid-race pit-stop to change shoes but sadly I'd taken the car-keys into the woods with me rather than leaving them at registration so that was more time lost for Paul. Still, Every cloud. Never one not to see the bright side of another's misfortune I realised that this meant I got another victory. Two in a row!
In the Bleak-Midwinter
North Eastern Counties Cross Country Championships, Sedgefield, 12th December
Saturday started wet. The rain then turned to sleet, the sleet turned to wet snow, the wet snow to 'full on' snow and by the time the senior men's race started there was a two inch carpet of snow on the course. Thus the scene was set for this year's North East X/C Champs at Sedgefield.
As these races represent the North East Champs the senior men still get to start before the women and Striders were fielding a company of twelve of their finest brave men. As the young tend to know no fear Jack Lee went out at the front into the blizzard followed by two more senior comrades Neil Sleeman and Capt Evans. As some of you will know Neil hails from slightly warmer climes than Sedgefield in December but he took to the snow like a koala to a gum tree finishing second Strider home behind Jack and ahead of Capt E after an exciting tussle. Old Tom was next home holding off a challenge from the baseball hatted Aaron who was in turn followed in by James Garland making a welcome return to the fray.
Innes must be benefiting from his own grass sessions as he had a good run as did newbies Alex W and Peter H, the latter supported by his understanding family. Shaun the Sheep's trailer had been held up in the snow bound traffic so he came out of the pen some minutes behind the rest of the flock. Once other runners were nipping at his heals though he was soon trotting merrily along, although at the end, after braving the blizzard, it looked like he'd been 'dipped' if not sheared! The two Mikes made up the team with Mr Bennett resembling a festive Santa speeding round the snowy fields and Mr Hughes covered in the white stuff and thinking Sally had had the best of the conditions. And, as it turned out, she had - so well done lads, a great performance - it's what the club is all about: great days out and shared experiences in face of adversity!
Well, if the men had to face adversity then the women were facing something even tougher! By now the snow was really meaning business not only covering the course in a thick blanket but also trying to bring down the Striders tent with a duvet size overlay. A field of over 220 snow women lined up for the start. Relieved to get under way Penny of the Antarctic skied off with the front runners followed by Elaine, Sarah and Mudwoman. Debs wasn't far behind and the hangover she was suffering was soon "washed away like the snow in the rain" as she battled through the white stuff. There was no "compromising" either by any of the Striderettes today: Catherine Elliott made a determined effort to duck the snow flakes, Steph P was making a return to form as conditions become more to her liking, our debutant Fiona Wood smiling (or grimacing) in the knowledge that "things can only get better" and Rebecca serenely floating through the white mud dreaming of Mandalay.
They all contributed to another great performance by the women's team who, cheered on by Jan and many of the men's team, finished in the top half of the table in a race where the first three finishers were all international runners and household names (they are in our household anyway). What a great day! Yes it was cold, wet and uncomfortable and the race was hard and tough but that's what makes x/c so rewarding - the harder it is the more we enjoy that post race glass of wine or beer and the more we feel at one with our club mates. We can't wait for the next time!
|1||516||Philippa Stone (Middlesbrough Athletic Club)||20:33|
|1||1498||Patrick Martin (Stockport Harriers)||40:53|
|1||715||Rosie Smith (Durham City Harries &AC)||31.55|
What a Wheeze 5km Christmas Cracker, Ropner Park, Stockton, 6th December
I entered this race for two reasons: the first being that entry included a medal with santa on, and the second being that I would get to dress up in my Mrs Santa outfit.
I had planned on taking it easy, since the only short events I have taken part in have been the parkrun, where I have mainly been volunteering as the 30 minutes pacer for the last few months. However, on the morning I felt like I had quite a bit of energy, and since the course was flat and on a good surface, I wondered if I could do under 25 minutes, I guess there was only one way to find out. So off I went, the first lap felt reasonably comfortable, the second lap I started to wonder if I could maintain my pace, in the third lap I could hear someone was trying to pass me which kept me going. However, he did eventually pass me on the final hill, only for him to then not turn off for the finish and headed off to do another lap. Thankfully he very quickly realised his error and turned back. By this point I was ahead of him, so I slowed and let him pass me at the finish, as I am sure he would have beat me had he not started a new lap. I came in at 24 minutes 18.
Dave also had a really good run, finishing in 26:12. He probably could have gone faster but he was also doing another 5k that afternoon, so needed to keep something in reserve for that. There were at least seven other Striders running.
It was not until the next day, when the results came out, that I discovered I was the 3rd lady to finish, thank you to Jill Young for picking up my prize.
Northern Navigators Orienteering Event, Low Redford & Windy Bank, Hamsterley Forest, 6th December
Light GREEN - 3.5km, 90m, 12 controls
As the wind howled round the house on Saturday evening perhaps not the most obvious choice for a run the following day was a forest, but having enjoyed the recent night orienteering event in Durham City I was tempted to give it another go. Thankfully Camilla needed little persuasion to join me, and on arrival we were welcomed by Dougie who was starting his day by manning the car park.
This was my second orienteering event – it is a whole new world of running, but I am happy to report a very friendly, relaxed and supportive one.
There was a choice of about 7 courses described by colour, I was advised to attempt the light green which is not considered technical in terms of the location of the control points of which there were 12 located around a course of a minimum of 3.5km. We paid our £5 entry, donned our electronic dibbers and set off to the start.
Dougie had tipped us off the night before that the control descriptions were on the website so I had had an informative half hour deciphering the arrows, squiggles etc and carefully writing them out to carry with me- the logic being that at least if I knew I was looking for a ‘small depression’ it would be easier to find it when running through the forest. Helpfully the symbols bear little resemblance to the actual geographical features on the ground. It was a good job I had remembered most of it because on arrival at the start I realised that I had lost it.
Although the organisers were happy for people to do the event as a pair or small team Camilla and I had decided to tackle the same course but individually, Dougie was manfully going for the brown option (the hardest one).
You start at intervals of several minutes- so you can’t follow people, and pick your map up at the point of starting. You have to visit the controls in number order. The controls are helpfully marked on the ground by orange and white flags and are individually numbered so you know when you have excitedly found the wrong one!
For me mild panic set in when Camilla (who has done a few of these events) immediately crouched down with her map and compass and set off in the opposite direction to the previous people who were doing our course. A helpful man then offered to talk me through the map - big learning point here, orienteering maps bear very little resemblance to OS maps which I am quite familiar with - as I peered into the dense undergrowth I was a little surprised to see it described on the map as being ‘forest, run’, goodness only knows what ‘forest, fight’ (yes it is an actual thing) looks like.
And then I was off, immediately up to my ankles in bog, fighting my way through the trees to arrive at control number 3. Choice words were muttered, doubt set in, and I lost all track of time. Soon I was back on track and I suspect more through luck than skill I was soon systematically finding my way through the controls without need for my compass- although I don’t feel like I did much running. I have always run off road over all sorts of terrain but there are definitely some skills to be developed here. I bumped into Camilla whilst trying to find some ‘thicket’ in the middle of a load of trees, she seemed to be making good progress.
All too soon - or perhaps hours later I arrived at the finish, thrilled to have found all my controls in a mind blowing or perhaps truly terrible 45 odd minutes and have no idea how much distance I covered - you have no idea how well you have placed until full results are out due to the staggered starts. Camilla arrived a little later than expected having had a nightmare involving trying to locate a spring and ending up in a marsh.
Amazingly I was first in my category – that’s never happened before. I think I might be hooked…..