West Yorkshire Winter League - Bankhouse Valley
Sunday 8th Dec 2013
Host - Pudsey Pacers RC
Weather - Mild and cloudy
Good preparation is everything, regardless of the distance. Start as you mean to go on. And so, it was with error that I'd enjoyed a second consecutive night out with fine food, good company and a few alcoholic beverages. Above this, I'd also not slept and been up since 5ish. As I jogged down Scholebrook Lane at 9.55 doing well in this hard, sloppy race was not high on my aims - these were simply to finish and not be sick.
I passed nervous glances with Andrew 'Mighty' Byrom, Sandra Foster, 'Tony-mator' Mawson and Sara Demaine. All around me were the Lions of Stainland... I could've had an onion, beer-filled boff and taken about 8 out in one swoop; not very sporting though. And there was some fear that I might do more harm to myself! The usual instructions were given to the front runners and without incident we were off.
Within the first 50 metres all of us were splattered with brown, latte coloured wet mud. I must've felt ok as I even joked with some ladies that they had a bit of mud on their shoes... just in case they hadn't noticed. I also suggested to Mark 'Dances with Paws-on' that he'd need to take care of his glass ankles. I stretched the legs on the downhill section and went past Sara Demaine and the Mighty Byrom.
I ran behind the Tonymator and Mark Dixson up through Black Carr Woods. Soon, we passed Digger and Marley at the turn and we flew down the hazard filled route through mud, slop and streams. Grunter soon whizzed past in his customary style. Left at the big log then soon down through the water to big cheers of support from Phil and Carol. I placed myself behind Anna Brown from Queensbury at the stone stile and kept Grunter and the Tonymator in sight.
Along the track in the valley floor then sharp right at Scholebrook Lane down to the stream crossing. The water wasn't deep but as always the exit on the far side was a sticky, mudfest and foot placement care was needed. No falling here as there were cameras around! back along to the big log and some words of encouragements from Coach Hardtaker before crosiing the footbridge and into Black Carr Woods. I soon stopped for a fellrun shuffle and still had Grunter some 75 metres ahead. Suddenly, over the steep worst two Pacers went passed and then a deep wheezing noise that seemed familiar, if only in folklore... Jim Wheldon puffed past and offered brief motivation.
Past Digger for the second and final time I turned to look back along the line of runners behind - no sign of Sandra or the Mighty Byrom. I tried to make good pace down the steep slopes but keep enough in the tank for the final push up the hill. No places were lost until Scholebrook Lane and I only stopped to navaigate around a stationary horse rider. I shuffled up and round to the kennels then started the final push. I kept the Stainland vest ahead of me but couldn't make the ground. I glanced behind as the roars erupted on the corner of the Bankhouse. A last sprint to the finish and no overtaking. And no sick. Finish. Hurrah!
Postscript
Mud, mud and more mud. Smiles all round and glowing endorsements from other clubs. Although there a few reckless horsey fold who galloped through the lead runners and then shared heated exchanges with concerned marshals. Pah! Not great preparation from me, but i survived, wasn't sick and felt more human once I'd showered and enjoyed the best roast dinner at the Midnight Bell - what Sundays are made for, no?
07/12/2013
Parkrun poleaxe 2: Return of the Shipwreck...
Woodhouse Moor Parkrun
Sat 7th Dec 2013
Weather - Cold and dry (wet underfoot)
The morning after the Pudsey Pacer Christmas do the night before. This effort was never going to be a PB attempt, although I'd hoped to get close. Al Chapman, Sandra Foster, Mark Smith and Andrew Hardaker and I all shared some chat at the start line. The usual chaotic start soon witnessed all other Pacers around me heading off into the distance. I stayed with Mark for first 2kms. By then i wasn't sure if I was going be sick or need to stop at the toilets. The next kilometre was something of a blur and the last two were simply survival.
I walked back from the finish to cheer on David Owen, a few Harriers and Anne Akers from Eccleshill. I felt better for having done the race but 23.01 would be a full minute slower than the previous week. My mile splits were consistent at just over 7.45 and I couldn't have done anymore. So, I rewarded myself with a big chuffing latte and decided to forget about it!
Quite how Sandra managed to PB at 21 and a bit is beyond me... still drunk I reckon. Respect. Mind, as mark says when your paced by someone else it doesn't count.
Sat 7th Dec 2013
Weather - Cold and dry (wet underfoot)
The morning after the Pudsey Pacer Christmas do the night before. This effort was never going to be a PB attempt, although I'd hoped to get close. Al Chapman, Sandra Foster, Mark Smith and Andrew Hardaker and I all shared some chat at the start line. The usual chaotic start soon witnessed all other Pacers around me heading off into the distance. I stayed with Mark for first 2kms. By then i wasn't sure if I was going be sick or need to stop at the toilets. The next kilometre was something of a blur and the last two were simply survival.
I walked back from the finish to cheer on David Owen, a few Harriers and Anne Akers from Eccleshill. I felt better for having done the race but 23.01 would be a full minute slower than the previous week. My mile splits were consistent at just over 7.45 and I couldn't have done anymore. So, I rewarded myself with a big chuffing latte and decided to forget about it!
Quite how Sandra managed to PB at 21 and a bit is beyond me... still drunk I reckon. Respect. Mind, as mark says when your paced by someone else it doesn't count.
30/11/2013
Parkrun poleaxe...
Woodhouse Moor Parkrun
Sat 30th Nov 2013
Weather - cloudy and calm
Race report to follow... inc Mark Smith, Sandra Foster and Coach Andrew Hardaker
Sat 30th Nov 2013
Weather - cloudy and calm
Race report to follow... inc Mark Smith, Sandra Foster and Coach Andrew Hardaker
24/11/2013
Same mud, different crowd...
PECO Cross Country - Temple Newsam
Sunday 24th November 2013
Host - Kippax Harriers (assist St Theresa's AC)
Weather - Cloudy, drizzle and light breeze
Race report to follow...
Sunday 24th November 2013
Host - Kippax Harriers (assist St Theresa's AC)
Weather - Cloudy, drizzle and light breeze
Race report to follow...
10/11/2013
In the end, all roads lead to Spen..
YVAA Spenborough
Sunday 10th November 2013
Host - Spenborough AC
Weather - Cold and sunny
Race report to follow... includes Mark Smith, Sandra Foster, Lucy Armstrong and Tony Mawson
Sunday 10th November 2013
Host - Spenborough AC
Weather - Cold and sunny
Race report to follow... includes Mark Smith, Sandra Foster, Lucy Armstrong and Tony Mawson
02/11/2013
Shepherding along the skyline...
Shepherd's Skyline Fell Race
Sat 2nd Nov 2013
Climb - 350m / 1148ft (6.2m)
Category - BS
Host - Todmorden Harriers
Weather - Windy and grey (belting rain at finish...)
I've heard other describe fell races as informally organised chaos. No truer a description would be applied to the Shepherd's Skyline, From the anxious parking on Lumbutts Lane to the frenzy of activity inside the pub at registration. Then there were individuals hunting in car boots for taped seamed jackets and others nervously waiting in the car park for a spare portaloo.
The wind bustled the runners at the start areas across the road. Flags were bent double, the officials' tent was bellowing to and fro and I would guess hardly anyone could hear the race organiser's final verbal instructions. Thankfully, there was no sign of the forecasted heavy rain. The skies were dark, mind.
The start - as always - was uphill and followed a claggy track that narrowed after approximately three-quarters of a mile. All runnable, though. I jockeyed for position with otehrs and noted fellow Pacer Caroline Clarke roughly 10 places ahead. Near to the saddle ridge the track narrowed to a footpath and became rocky and technical in places. The field was broken down into single file here and all the early jostling was over. The only challenge from now on would be the strong wind.
The wind was firmly behind along the saddle that was undulating with only a few sharp ups and one steep down; here, I managed to go right of the path on to soft grass and I gained at least 6 places. I spotted P&Bs Caroline Harding just ahead and thought I was fairing ok. I wouldn't again see her on the race. Half a mile short of Stoodley Pike the previous boggy sections gave way to rocky outcrops that needed careful attention. I'm told the views down the Calder Valley were stunning; unfortunately I only had brief glimpses.
I passed Caroline Clarke just short of Stoodley Pike as we fell off the cliff down to London Road. I descended quickly and more safely than those around me that were falling and squealing. London Road was wet and hard underfoot that made my legs go a bit wobbly after the soft terrain on the top and then the sharp descent. Shortly, we were back on climbing duties, up through the reeds and over bogs back towards the saddle ridge. I had no energy to run continuously and had to adopt the fellrunners shuffle. Caroline Clarke and quite a few others gained time and passed me here. A few welcome supporters short of the ridge spurred us on.
The ridge was a battle. A difficult mix of severe winds and soft terrain sapped all energy from us runners. I looked up (only briefly for fear of loosing a contact lens or worse, an eyeball...) to see many of the runners who'd passed me on the previous climb slowly coming back to me. This gave some crumbs of comfort. I ploughed on, gritted teeth and used strength over technique. A few stream crossings were safely navigated and with one-mile to go, just as we left the saddle, I again caught up with Caroline Clarke and three other runners. I descended with some agility, but probably more ignorance; disengage brain and focus on strong stride and footfalls. I soon passed three including Caroline and concentrated on a fast finish. Dr LD and Jazz cheered me down near to a short rocky drop that I had to leap from as had failed to calculate the need to slow down.
After passing the final runner from Pennine I strode confidently through the finish line, into the organiser's tent and was handed a lollipop! I shared congratulations with runners around me, including Young Arthur's son, Simon and Caroline who finished a minute later. The rain soon began to belt it down so we promptly sought necessary refuge with a pint in the Shepherd Inn.
Sat 2nd Nov 2013
Climb - 350m / 1148ft (6.2m)
Category - BS
Host - Todmorden Harriers
Weather - Windy and grey (belting rain at finish...)
I've heard other describe fell races as informally organised chaos. No truer a description would be applied to the Shepherd's Skyline, From the anxious parking on Lumbutts Lane to the frenzy of activity inside the pub at registration. Then there were individuals hunting in car boots for taped seamed jackets and others nervously waiting in the car park for a spare portaloo.
The wind bustled the runners at the start areas across the road. Flags were bent double, the officials' tent was bellowing to and fro and I would guess hardly anyone could hear the race organiser's final verbal instructions. Thankfully, there was no sign of the forecasted heavy rain. The skies were dark, mind.
The start - as always - was uphill and followed a claggy track that narrowed after approximately three-quarters of a mile. All runnable, though. I jockeyed for position with otehrs and noted fellow Pacer Caroline Clarke roughly 10 places ahead. Near to the saddle ridge the track narrowed to a footpath and became rocky and technical in places. The field was broken down into single file here and all the early jostling was over. The only challenge from now on would be the strong wind.
The wind was firmly behind along the saddle that was undulating with only a few sharp ups and one steep down; here, I managed to go right of the path on to soft grass and I gained at least 6 places. I spotted P&Bs Caroline Harding just ahead and thought I was fairing ok. I wouldn't again see her on the race. Half a mile short of Stoodley Pike the previous boggy sections gave way to rocky outcrops that needed careful attention. I'm told the views down the Calder Valley were stunning; unfortunately I only had brief glimpses.
I passed Caroline Clarke just short of Stoodley Pike as we fell off the cliff down to London Road. I descended quickly and more safely than those around me that were falling and squealing. London Road was wet and hard underfoot that made my legs go a bit wobbly after the soft terrain on the top and then the sharp descent. Shortly, we were back on climbing duties, up through the reeds and over bogs back towards the saddle ridge. I had no energy to run continuously and had to adopt the fellrunners shuffle. Caroline Clarke and quite a few others gained time and passed me here. A few welcome supporters short of the ridge spurred us on.
The ridge was a battle. A difficult mix of severe winds and soft terrain sapped all energy from us runners. I looked up (only briefly for fear of loosing a contact lens or worse, an eyeball...) to see many of the runners who'd passed me on the previous climb slowly coming back to me. This gave some crumbs of comfort. I ploughed on, gritted teeth and used strength over technique. A few stream crossings were safely navigated and with one-mile to go, just as we left the saddle, I again caught up with Caroline Clarke and three other runners. I descended with some agility, but probably more ignorance; disengage brain and focus on strong stride and footfalls. I soon passed three including Caroline and concentrated on a fast finish. Dr LD and Jazz cheered me down near to a short rocky drop that I had to leap from as had failed to calculate the need to slow down.
After passing the final runner from Pennine I strode confidently through the finish line, into the organiser's tent and was handed a lollipop! I shared congratulations with runners around me, including Young Arthur's son, Simon and Caroline who finished a minute later. The rain soon began to belt it down so we promptly sought necessary refuge with a pint in the Shepherd Inn.
27/10/2013
Show me the (Bronte) Way through hail and grey...
Bronte Way Fell Race
Sunday 27th October
Host - Keighley & Craven AC
Weather - Cloudy, one biblical hail shower and windy
Not many races are linear so this was in the race diary very early. While others were sipping Guinness and dancing with leprechauns in Dublin, my good lady and I would be off out over the moors; running from Lancashire into Yorkshire no less. We huddled with others at the scene of the Yorkshireman finish outside the primary school in Howarth on Rawdon Lane. A short sharp mini bus shuttle to Wycoller Country Park then we scuttled down a slippy grassy lane to the barn where registration and the start would take place.
The true fell running community huddled together at the start - vests from Trawden, Keighley, Bowland and Calder all massed at the start. And one lonely yellow Pudsey Pacer and purple Kirkstall Harrier. We set off along a muddy, stony track with a massive dog in the field of runners, barking with excitement. Well, I hoped it was excitement as I tried to overtake! The lane gradually rose up round and farm and towards a stone bridge with a tarmac track on the other side.
As I looked up a line of clourful vests snaked up and over the bridge then beyond on the track. This would be the last time for 10 minutes that I'd look up. The dark cloud that had been looming since the start suddenly emptied bullet-sized hail down on us. The wind also intensified. Every ice bullet was met with silent whimpers and ouches from all around. Not comfortable, but certainly drove me forward.
The tarmac track soon gave way to a heather sided track around a small reservoir. Then down a boggy valley with hazardous rocktops, slippy wooden stiles and knee deep bog holes that caught out a few. A sharp up and over the moor before grassy lanes led down to Stanbury Reservoir. Spectators cheers and clapped here from the comfort of their warm cars.
The route turned sharp right up a muddy lane and steeply on to the reverse section of leg 2 from the Bradford Millennium Way. The moortop was buffeted by strong headwinds as I edged past Queensbury and Saltaire runners. The tippy-tappy descent towards Bronte bridge was avoided by taking a wide route to the right; gained three places here. Some really enthusiastic support by KCAC ladies motivated us up towards the track back to Penistone Quarry.
I made some good time and felt strong as I drove forward below the car park, crossing the road and sharp downhill into Howarth. Then, a final push up the cobbles where hundreds cheered in every runner. I enjoyed the soup and roll. Dr LD also enjoyed the day although no soup for her at the finish as it had all been scooped - I bought her a beer instead and we chatted with some KCAC members with a cute whippet!.
Postscript
Everything about this race was warm, friendly and inclusive. Well, all except for the hail shower in the first 10 minutes, the knee deep bog traps and the steep climbs from Stanbury Reservoir. But all else was just great. Recommended to all!
Sunday 27th October
Host - Keighley & Craven AC
Weather - Cloudy, one biblical hail shower and windy
Not many races are linear so this was in the race diary very early. While others were sipping Guinness and dancing with leprechauns in Dublin, my good lady and I would be off out over the moors; running from Lancashire into Yorkshire no less. We huddled with others at the scene of the Yorkshireman finish outside the primary school in Howarth on Rawdon Lane. A short sharp mini bus shuttle to Wycoller Country Park then we scuttled down a slippy grassy lane to the barn where registration and the start would take place.
The true fell running community huddled together at the start - vests from Trawden, Keighley, Bowland and Calder all massed at the start. And one lonely yellow Pudsey Pacer and purple Kirkstall Harrier. We set off along a muddy, stony track with a massive dog in the field of runners, barking with excitement. Well, I hoped it was excitement as I tried to overtake! The lane gradually rose up round and farm and towards a stone bridge with a tarmac track on the other side.
As I looked up a line of clourful vests snaked up and over the bridge then beyond on the track. This would be the last time for 10 minutes that I'd look up. The dark cloud that had been looming since the start suddenly emptied bullet-sized hail down on us. The wind also intensified. Every ice bullet was met with silent whimpers and ouches from all around. Not comfortable, but certainly drove me forward.
The tarmac track soon gave way to a heather sided track around a small reservoir. Then down a boggy valley with hazardous rocktops, slippy wooden stiles and knee deep bog holes that caught out a few. A sharp up and over the moor before grassy lanes led down to Stanbury Reservoir. Spectators cheers and clapped here from the comfort of their warm cars.
The route turned sharp right up a muddy lane and steeply on to the reverse section of leg 2 from the Bradford Millennium Way. The moortop was buffeted by strong headwinds as I edged past Queensbury and Saltaire runners. The tippy-tappy descent towards Bronte bridge was avoided by taking a wide route to the right; gained three places here. Some really enthusiastic support by KCAC ladies motivated us up towards the track back to Penistone Quarry.
I made some good time and felt strong as I drove forward below the car park, crossing the road and sharp downhill into Howarth. Then, a final push up the cobbles where hundreds cheered in every runner. I enjoyed the soup and roll. Dr LD also enjoyed the day although no soup for her at the finish as it had all been scooped - I bought her a beer instead and we chatted with some KCAC members with a cute whippet!.
Postscript
Everything about this race was warm, friendly and inclusive. Well, all except for the hail shower in the first 10 minutes, the knee deep bog traps and the steep climbs from Stanbury Reservoir. But all else was just great. Recommended to all!
20/10/2013
Running away to the seaside...
Bridlington Half Marathon
Sunday 20th October
Host - Bridlington Road Runners
Weather - Dry and strong SW wind
Pudsey Pacers had down sized for the annual trip to the seaside; a minibus full of intrepid runners and a few spectators. Things didn't start well when the driver not only didn't know the way - we had to navigate him - he also decided to fall asleep at the wheel when we were only a few miles from the destination. Unideal preparation aside, we got changed, ruffled hair and pumped out chests. A few statutory photos and were were formed for the start, with a mild breeze off the sea filled with salt and all things fishy.
I kept Mark 'Grunter' Smith in sight for the first few miles without really having to try too hard. I actually felt quite steady and not too knacked. I'd kept to 8 minutes miles and maintained places with the vests around me. The rolling roads north of Bridlington soon kicked in, though. Both Grunter and Sue Ransome - further ahead - started edging out of sight around the 5 mile marker somewhere between Flamborough and Bempton.
I gulped some water down on Bolam Lane just after Bempton village. Lots of runners around me were struggling. And the mini hill was soon approaching. I remember I felt really strong here last year. Not quite the same but still managed to ease past about half a dozen others. Turning left at the top we were immediately confronted with a fierce wind straight into our faces. I was somewhere between groups as pressed on to join a group with Debbie 'the Boss' Bland. My momentum had increased my pace but I now had choices to make - stay in a pack and be sheltered from the wind or go out and try to increase pace. I chose wrongly.
Soon, out on my own, I was again joined by a Pocklington runner who thankfully shared some of the headwind. I also caught up with Steve Webb from Kirkstall who was feeling the strain. Not quite as bad as a bloke collapsed at the road side and in receipt of medical assistance. I ushered Steve to stay with us. Moments later, as our group of three entered the norther limits of Brid, a larger group motored past. This group included the Boss. I had nothing with which to respond. Steve Webb kept with them and I never saw him again until the end.
I was suddenly on my own with a gap growing between me and those ahead. I'd given too much on the open road exposed to the winds. Mentally, I dug deep and tried to stay with the person ahead of me. As we entered Sewerby I found bit more strength and ploughed my way through the park and on to the cliff top path. The wind again buffeted all runners. The finish seemed to be a lot further away than the projected 1.5 miles. I soon passed Debbie Bland and found myself making up places that I'd lost only a few miles before. I knew the chance of the PB was gone but tried so hard along the promenade just to get under the 1.45 milestone. Annoyingly, I missed this by 20 seconds. I was ok though and much better than the many people who'd collapsed at the finish line.
Post-script
Good mental strength even if the body couldn't quite respond. I recognised that my training for the past few months had focused on slower endurance running that required a strong mental approach. Well chuffed for Mark Smith who got under the 1.40 milestone. Excellent running in the conditions. Also great prizes claimed by Paul 'Merv' Gaile, Jim Cantwell and Sue Ransome. And a PB for Neil Berry!
Sunday 20th October
Host - Bridlington Road Runners
Weather - Dry and strong SW wind
Pudsey Pacers had down sized for the annual trip to the seaside; a minibus full of intrepid runners and a few spectators. Things didn't start well when the driver not only didn't know the way - we had to navigate him - he also decided to fall asleep at the wheel when we were only a few miles from the destination. Unideal preparation aside, we got changed, ruffled hair and pumped out chests. A few statutory photos and were were formed for the start, with a mild breeze off the sea filled with salt and all things fishy.
I kept Mark 'Grunter' Smith in sight for the first few miles without really having to try too hard. I actually felt quite steady and not too knacked. I'd kept to 8 minutes miles and maintained places with the vests around me. The rolling roads north of Bridlington soon kicked in, though. Both Grunter and Sue Ransome - further ahead - started edging out of sight around the 5 mile marker somewhere between Flamborough and Bempton.
I gulped some water down on Bolam Lane just after Bempton village. Lots of runners around me were struggling. And the mini hill was soon approaching. I remember I felt really strong here last year. Not quite the same but still managed to ease past about half a dozen others. Turning left at the top we were immediately confronted with a fierce wind straight into our faces. I was somewhere between groups as pressed on to join a group with Debbie 'the Boss' Bland. My momentum had increased my pace but I now had choices to make - stay in a pack and be sheltered from the wind or go out and try to increase pace. I chose wrongly.
Soon, out on my own, I was again joined by a Pocklington runner who thankfully shared some of the headwind. I also caught up with Steve Webb from Kirkstall who was feeling the strain. Not quite as bad as a bloke collapsed at the road side and in receipt of medical assistance. I ushered Steve to stay with us. Moments later, as our group of three entered the norther limits of Brid, a larger group motored past. This group included the Boss. I had nothing with which to respond. Steve Webb kept with them and I never saw him again until the end.
I was suddenly on my own with a gap growing between me and those ahead. I'd given too much on the open road exposed to the winds. Mentally, I dug deep and tried to stay with the person ahead of me. As we entered Sewerby I found bit more strength and ploughed my way through the park and on to the cliff top path. The wind again buffeted all runners. The finish seemed to be a lot further away than the projected 1.5 miles. I soon passed Debbie Bland and found myself making up places that I'd lost only a few miles before. I knew the chance of the PB was gone but tried so hard along the promenade just to get under the 1.45 milestone. Annoyingly, I missed this by 20 seconds. I was ok though and much better than the many people who'd collapsed at the finish line.
Post-script
Good mental strength even if the body couldn't quite respond. I recognised that my training for the past few months had focused on slower endurance running that required a strong mental approach. Well chuffed for Mark Smith who got under the 1.40 milestone. Excellent running in the conditions. Also great prizes claimed by Paul 'Merv' Gaile, Jim Cantwell and Sue Ransome. And a PB for Neil Berry!
06/10/2013
Hudders up high...
Huddersfield Hilly Half
Sunday 5th October
Weather- Sunny
A last minute entry without too much analysis of route, gradient or surface. It's titled the 'hilly' half so I generally knew what to expect. Strange, though, I've never thought Huddersfield is that hilly... just over 100 minutes later I would have full respect.
I'd traveled across in the 'Silver Bullet' with the Coopers and the light-hearted feeling continued at the start when we met and chatted with Jim Cantwell and Sharon Williams. There was also a good outing from the purple posse of Kirsktall Harriers.
The start was a little unimpressive; almost like the car park of an industrial estate. Actually, it was the car park of an industrial estate. After the gun we were soon off out along open roads, gradually rising through residential streets and then wham - uphill for approximately 3 miles. The good feeling and pleasant chi-chat at the start and over the first mile was immediately silenced. Now, there was only deep breathing and focused faces.
My new runners were bounding along nicely; feet were a little warm, but the sun was out, even if the air was cool. When the gradient leveled and then started to dip down the views over the end of Kirklees were amazing: hazy sun and green fields all around. No time for admiring the views as soon the route turned sharp left and even sharper uphill to join Blackmoorfoot Reservoir. The serene views around the water were relaxing. I was told prior to the race that it was wise to get your breathe back here as after a mile it was back to some hill climbing again. And this was where my battle would begin with Debbie 'the Boss' Bland.
Back on the road the route did climb again before dropping to a further steep up and then gradual rise away from Slaithwaite towards a saddle ridge overlooking Meltham. The road dropped significantly and I seemed to be flying past other runners who appeared to be stepping out of the way; they probably heard by thundering footsteps and deep grunting... always works!
A quick gulp of water at Meltham and down the dismantled railway which soon again joined the busy Meltham and Lockwood Roads towards Huddersfield. Psychologically, I was on the home straight and began digging in and slowly increasing the speed. I again passed 'the Boss' a few miles from the finish as we weaved our way along leaf-spilled paths in pleasant suburbs of Huddersfield. The sun sparled through the autumn trees as we were soon directed sharp left by a marshal and asked to go back to the well for a long pull up through a residential area. For a moment I thought I'd gone wrong as there were no other runners in sight. Soon though other marshals directed me back down the reverse route of the first mile.
I even managed to scalp another two runners as Philip Bland photo'd me near to the finish area. A welcome cheer from the purple posse at the finish line greeted me at the conclusion.
A great race and a tough route - not for treadmill bunnies or those who suffer from vertigo. My feet were heat swollen and I was knacked. I'd definitely do it again!
Sunday 5th October
Weather- Sunny
A last minute entry without too much analysis of route, gradient or surface. It's titled the 'hilly' half so I generally knew what to expect. Strange, though, I've never thought Huddersfield is that hilly... just over 100 minutes later I would have full respect.
I'd traveled across in the 'Silver Bullet' with the Coopers and the light-hearted feeling continued at the start when we met and chatted with Jim Cantwell and Sharon Williams. There was also a good outing from the purple posse of Kirsktall Harriers.
The start was a little unimpressive; almost like the car park of an industrial estate. Actually, it was the car park of an industrial estate. After the gun we were soon off out along open roads, gradually rising through residential streets and then wham - uphill for approximately 3 miles. The good feeling and pleasant chi-chat at the start and over the first mile was immediately silenced. Now, there was only deep breathing and focused faces.
My new runners were bounding along nicely; feet were a little warm, but the sun was out, even if the air was cool. When the gradient leveled and then started to dip down the views over the end of Kirklees were amazing: hazy sun and green fields all around. No time for admiring the views as soon the route turned sharp left and even sharper uphill to join Blackmoorfoot Reservoir. The serene views around the water were relaxing. I was told prior to the race that it was wise to get your breathe back here as after a mile it was back to some hill climbing again. And this was where my battle would begin with Debbie 'the Boss' Bland.
Back on the road the route did climb again before dropping to a further steep up and then gradual rise away from Slaithwaite towards a saddle ridge overlooking Meltham. The road dropped significantly and I seemed to be flying past other runners who appeared to be stepping out of the way; they probably heard by thundering footsteps and deep grunting... always works!
A quick gulp of water at Meltham and down the dismantled railway which soon again joined the busy Meltham and Lockwood Roads towards Huddersfield. Psychologically, I was on the home straight and began digging in and slowly increasing the speed. I again passed 'the Boss' a few miles from the finish as we weaved our way along leaf-spilled paths in pleasant suburbs of Huddersfield. The sun sparled through the autumn trees as we were soon directed sharp left by a marshal and asked to go back to the well for a long pull up through a residential area. For a moment I thought I'd gone wrong as there were no other runners in sight. Soon though other marshals directed me back down the reverse route of the first mile.
I even managed to scalp another two runners as Philip Bland photo'd me near to the finish area. A welcome cheer from the purple posse at the finish line greeted me at the conclusion.
A great race and a tough route - not for treadmill bunnies or those who suffer from vertigo. My feet were heat swollen and I was knacked. I'd definitely do it again!
21/09/2013
A reet Folkin' Ramble...
Folkin' Reservoir Ramble - 14 miles/ 1800 ft ascent
Sat 21st Sept 2013
I really enjoy it when you participate in a low-key race where everyone is relaxed, joking and there's not much pressure. Although when the race is off- road, with only 37 competitors and the club colours on the start line are all regular fell entrants then it;s still bit daunting. Mind you, makes the pre-race announcements much easier!
The first few miles were all up and reasonably pleasant on mix of footpath, field and farm tracks. The next few were downhill, across a few stiles and weaving between farm yards and across broken stone walls. I thought I was doing ok and keeping a strong place in the field; likely somewhere in the middle.
On approach to Fewston reservoir I was bit confused when a fellow runner returned in his tracks and as he passed me said that he'd missed a checkpoint... I didn't even know there were checkpoints and hope I hadn't missed the issue of a dibber or self clip markers like at other fell races! I could see three runners approximately 100 metres ahead and from high up on the dam wall there were at least 6 other runners 500 metres behind.
I gulped down some water before ascending sharply up from the tarmac road and across lush green footpaths. I narrowly missed collision with a fast descending mountain-biker. The gradient levelled and went through a farm with two field gates. The route then again went sharply upwards on a tarmac road. The views at the top were awesome... Menwith Hill to the north and down the Lower Washburn Valley to the south. All in glorious sunshine.
The route briefly crossed the Otley Road at the Norwood transmitter then cut across technical, rocky paths, boggy fields and down a farm track. I passed an Otley female and pressed on. The route then dropped across a few pasture fields and I got bit disorientated; Otley suddenly seemed a long distance away and I was tiring. I soon reached a track and got sight of more runners. As we descended on lush green grass the previous runner who'd gone the wrong way came passed.
The route then emptied on to lower Frnley and section I'd ran once before; a long uphill drag as per the Otley 10. I couldn't make any ground on the pair ahead and another runner behind gained ground on me. As we left Farnley village and headed past the church there were lots of mini battles going on. I was almost gone but kept plodding on ahead; I was soon caught though and immediately asked if we could work together to catch the pair ahead.
I had nothing on the remaining hill and by the time we got to the last two downhill miles I was shot. The lad next to me began to pull away and I knew to catch the pair ahead I'd really need to go some. Although I tried to tuck in he was soon 50metres ahead and the pair were 100 metres further on. Big gaps with only a mile to finish. I finished strongly though with two sub 7.30 miles.
Really good race in amazing countryside. Glad I could enjoy some of it even though I was bit knacked. 21st out of 37 not too shabby; and just inside my optimistic 2.10 finish.
Sat 21st Sept 2013
I really enjoy it when you participate in a low-key race where everyone is relaxed, joking and there's not much pressure. Although when the race is off- road, with only 37 competitors and the club colours on the start line are all regular fell entrants then it;s still bit daunting. Mind you, makes the pre-race announcements much easier!
The first few miles were all up and reasonably pleasant on mix of footpath, field and farm tracks. The next few were downhill, across a few stiles and weaving between farm yards and across broken stone walls. I thought I was doing ok and keeping a strong place in the field; likely somewhere in the middle.
On approach to Fewston reservoir I was bit confused when a fellow runner returned in his tracks and as he passed me said that he'd missed a checkpoint... I didn't even know there were checkpoints and hope I hadn't missed the issue of a dibber or self clip markers like at other fell races! I could see three runners approximately 100 metres ahead and from high up on the dam wall there were at least 6 other runners 500 metres behind.
I gulped down some water before ascending sharply up from the tarmac road and across lush green footpaths. I narrowly missed collision with a fast descending mountain-biker. The gradient levelled and went through a farm with two field gates. The route then again went sharply upwards on a tarmac road. The views at the top were awesome... Menwith Hill to the north and down the Lower Washburn Valley to the south. All in glorious sunshine.
The route briefly crossed the Otley Road at the Norwood transmitter then cut across technical, rocky paths, boggy fields and down a farm track. I passed an Otley female and pressed on. The route then dropped across a few pasture fields and I got bit disorientated; Otley suddenly seemed a long distance away and I was tiring. I soon reached a track and got sight of more runners. As we descended on lush green grass the previous runner who'd gone the wrong way came passed.
The route then emptied on to lower Frnley and section I'd ran once before; a long uphill drag as per the Otley 10. I couldn't make any ground on the pair ahead and another runner behind gained ground on me. As we left Farnley village and headed past the church there were lots of mini battles going on. I was almost gone but kept plodding on ahead; I was soon caught though and immediately asked if we could work together to catch the pair ahead.
I had nothing on the remaining hill and by the time we got to the last two downhill miles I was shot. The lad next to me began to pull away and I knew to catch the pair ahead I'd really need to go some. Although I tried to tuck in he was soon 50metres ahead and the pair were 100 metres further on. Big gaps with only a mile to finish. I finished strongly though with two sub 7.30 miles.
Really good race in amazing countryside. Glad I could enjoy some of it even though I was bit knacked. 21st out of 37 not too shabby; and just inside my optimistic 2.10 finish.
08/09/2013
Braveshorts does the Full YorkshireMan...
The
Full YorkshireMan is ‘ard, reet ‘ard. It’s not for pristine gym bunnies, the
underprepared or those wary of self-navigation; the race organisers recommend
undertaking route reccies. Also, the
race is operated under strict Fell Running Association rules which require each
competitor to carry an assortment of compulsory items such as windproof
clothing, a compass, a map, a whistle, flare gun and anti-elephant cage. Ok, I might be slightly mocking the severity,
but you get the gist. Later, when asked
if the race was demanding, a gnarly runner from Keighley & Craven replied to
a spectator: ¨ Well, it’s a bit like doing the Leeds Half, bashing out a hard,
fast 10k then slogging up and down Snowdon…¨ As I said, not for gym bunnies,
the underprepared or those devoid of self-navigation…
And
so the day had arrived. A simmering
blend of excitement and mild apprehension filled me on the morning of the race. I’d gained many nuggets of marathon advice,
read many off-road training tips and even received a Vaseline suggestion from
my Dad (that I subsequently then forgot to apply). I’d packed and checked my kit the night
before, and - just to prove I was mildy ‘bricking it’ – unpacked and checked it
again before leaving home. I’d trained,
completed reccies and was ready. Or so I
thought…
Surprisingly,
there were quite a few other first-time marathon runners on the start line; nervous
smiles and dry mouths all round. Hydration packs were given the final
adjustments. Laces were tied and knotted to bog-resistant standard. Above, not a cloud in the sky; the sun baked
all below. So much for the cool weather
forecast - it was going to be a warm one!
A few incidental words of advice relating to bulls in fields and killer
bogs and we were off! The first mile was
all uphill; most were thankful for the bottle neck and brief pause at the stile
leading up to the car park at Penistone Hill. Leg muscles were then given a
brief respite on some soft grass before being guided by marshals past the
public toilets, across the Stanbury Road and then up the gravel track to Drop
Farm. The first (of many) stone step
stiles led into and down a lush green pasture field. I simply wanted to maintain my breathing and
not go too fast. To my right, though, I could see the leaders approximately a
mile ahead already scaling up the beast of Stairs Lane. Gulp! Wish I hadn’t
looked.
Stairs Lane is a mostly rocky, uneven track that goes
directly up for about a mile in distance and ascends approximately 750 feet in
height. I ran a third of the way up then
adopted the fell runner shuffle to save energy and strength for later. Near to the top of the lane I started out on
a slow run. My legs felt good and no discomfort. Quickly the rocky lane was left behind and
the easiest (and arguably most enjoyable) section appeared – the green track
following the conduit along the contours of the hill for approximately 2 miles.
The relatively safe surface allowed me to lift my head and enjoy the
scenery. The Worth Valley was fully
exposed to the left - an awesome view in the sunshine!
I
safely navigated the first and second technical sections including a rocky,
flooded track and then towards Ogden Water over the moorland, heather-flanked bridleway.
With local knowledge and all that I tailed behind a pair of Keighley runners. A
cool breeze on the moor tops was pleasant as I then ran down some steep steps
and across a footbridge and steadily up the sharp incline on the other side. Ovenden
Moor wind turbines circled round to the right; the moor was a strangely a
little spongy and bouncy across to the Checkpoint
1: Withens Pub (8.5 miles). It was a
real boost here to get support from fellow Pacer Mark Smith.
Less
inspiring was the sight and being passed by the first three half marathon
runners. They’d set off 30 minutes later
and had managed to reach me just before the two routes diverge. I’d just taken my first energy gel so was
hoping for an instant spark before the anticipated boggy section across Rocking
Stone Flat. What is surprising here is
that the moor is neither flat nor does it comprise many stones? Certainly left me rocking and almost rolling
on a few occasions, though! My legs were
bit jelly-like on the hard surface of the farm track after exiting over a wibbly-wabbly
wooden stile. The route now merged with
the Calderdale Way and the section I’d ran earlier in the year as part of the
team relay. Again, boggy sections led to more stone step stiles and steep,
claggy fields. A brief recovery quickly
shifted into a steep downhill that proved difficult to brake and hold a steady
pace.
I
again caught the Keighley pair as the route cut up through wet bracken and
across a permissive footpath next to a golf course; golfers looked on, a little
perplexed. A number of spectators applauded and cheered at the café at Ogden
Water; on a reccie I’d even been photographed by a coach full of Japanese
tourists who’d pointed and shrieked thereby managing to create a stereotype of
the terrified crowds trying to escape Godzilla… quite surreal! I immediately found myself running solo for
the next 2 miles across open grazing fields and down a track to Checkpoint 5: Denholme Velvets (14.5 miles). I scooped a couple of
waters, nibbled on a few broken biscuits and consumed another energy gel.
Mentally,
I wanted to get beyond 16.2 miles so I could start the deduction process – less
than 10 miles to go. From there I’d
adopt the same on reaching 20 miles (just a 10k race) and then the 23 milestone
(only a parkrun…). But from nowhere I started to feel physically tired. My legs were heavy, shoulders were tight and
my pack was severely chaffing under my biceps.
I drank plenty of hydration pack water through the technical section of
Denholme Beck. I rummaged in my pack and
chewed on some food. This made me feel a
bit sick so I went back to water. I
recognised that my pace had significantly fallen which was bit dispiriting as I
knew this was a section with no major ascents.
I passed Pacers Vincent Bussingham and Nicky Anness who offered some support
and confirmed the next water station and refreshments were near. I remember congratulating Hilary Wharam
(Horsforth Harriers) but don’t really remember the fine view on approach to
Hewenden Viaduct.
I
also don’t recall arriving at Checkpoint
6: Hewenden Viaduct (17.5 miles), but I do remember trying to force down
some food. I first tried a section of Mars Bar
(won’t use this ever again as a pack snack) then progressed to a banana. This was ok but stupidly was convinced to try
one of the jam doughnuts offered as a checkpoint snack. On first bite I knew instantly this wasn’t a
good idea! Surprisingly, I shortly
passed a Stainland Harrier who had one of these dry, gaggy doughnuts in each
hand!! Obviously a true fell runner! I
did manage to clean my palate on the sour fruit from an apple tree that a
fellow Pacer had recommended – thanks James Clark! And the generosity just kept
coming… beyond Hallas Lane Farm two young kids were handing out fruit
sweets. The human spirit (or the sugar) did
lift me slightly however I still felt sluggish over more stiles, through
woodland trails, along rutted field paths and up to the village of
Ryecroft. Walkers clapped as I shuffled
past and up on to Harden Moor. I started
to pass some other runners and while offering them small crumbs of support – in
my head they were full of wisdom and thoughtful, but were likely just grunts –
I started to feel buoyed by my marginal progress. I discovered a reserve energy store as
Keighley rolled out beneath me and I descended down the tarmac road into Checkpoint 8: Off Shaw Lane (21.25 miles).
Shortly
after leaving Checkpoint 8 I remember looking at my time and calculating that I
had 53 minutes to get under my target of 5 hours. Instantly – and stupidly – I
thought ‘well that’ll be easy…’. The next 5 miles were a slog. All was going fine for the first 2 miles
(completed in 22 minutes); I even managed to pass other runners who’d stopped
for further refueling and stretching.
Then, loads of kissing gate stiles, undulating tracks and not a lot of
company; although some runners were in sight each was battling individual demons
and fighting towards the finish. Just beyond the penultimate Checkpoint 9: Sugden End (24.25 miles) there
was a constant disjoin between brain and legs; simple functions were complex
undertakings and even the mildest of ascents seemed like the most strenuous
challenge. This might be easier on the streets of London or other urban
marathons. Not here. Almost every step
is tough. The steep descent down to the valley floor of the Worth Valley was
not pretty, rather unorthodox and comprised holding on to tree branches, nettles
and thistles to slow down; I may have even fallen out on to and stumbled across
the Oxenhope Road.
Over
25 miles completed. Just one further
mile to go. All I needed was a sub-10
minute mile. Simple, eh? The first
obstacle was a severely rutted and steep camber path; a few snug, iron kissing
gates quickly followed. Then there was
the stone down steps on to Brow Foot Lane.
Over the rail bridge and turn right on to Belle Isle. Here, I recall Pacer Jim Wheldon providing some
great motivation (and err a ‘running’ commentary of my overtaking prowess…!). I
soon turned my attention to the cobbled ascent of Butt Lane. I will repeat an earlier analysis from a
reccie that the lane wasn’t too bad. Revisited with legs battered and mind bashed
this is a bugger of a finish - yep, Coopers you were right! Still, I managed to stumble up the lane. Only 150 metres to the finish. Less than 2
minutes to the 5 hour milestone. But, as
I turned on to Rawdon Road, severe cramp struck in both quadriceps, instantly
halting any progress. I’d never had
cramp in these muscles before and didn’t know how to alleviate. I adopted a quick squat position while holding
on to metal railings then somehow I managed to return upright. From there, it was just grit teeth and battle
up the hill. One last barrier, though,
was the set of steps leading down to the final checkpoint at Haworth Primary
School – the beep of the dibber sounded like the doorbell to paradise! And a clocked time of 4.59:03. Reet
‘ard, but reet chuffed!
16/06/2013
Bronte Bridge & Laycock ridge!
Bradford Millennium Way - Leg 2
Sunday 16th June
Start was met with little bit of incident; apparently local farmer physically confronted marshal near to the COP Leg 1/2... not the sort of start you want. marshal not injured, but bit ruffled I'd imagine. Farmer then blocked route with tractor and imagined him with shotgun over arm 'get off my land...'
PP Andrew 'the Mighty' Byrom and I started steady and made solid progress up the first climb. Soon Penistone car park was behind us and air filtered back into lungs. Think we lost one or two places before the Bronte Bridge.
The sun was warm and again the descent into Stanbury valley was careful and not overly aggressive. After the climb up the other side we were supported by fellow PP Grunter Smith and we then we headed out over open moorland... finest stretch of the leg.
Although we passed a ladies pair our pace was bit excessive and agreed to slow down. Across the reservoir head and then again picked up the pace on the fast tarmac descent. We soon passed another pair and a further Valley Striders pair were some way ahead.
We safely negotiated the woods (where I fell and rolled into nettles... numptie) and then turned past the Turkey Inn (no drinks like the reccie) and powered up the hill. My pair was giving his all but had ran out of energy. The steep hill was walked without stopping. Bit frustrating though as the Valley pair were only 75 metres ahead. That said we got going again and ran hard round the final few bends and across the finish line.
We'd just missed the cut off by 5 mins. Really great effort on a warm sunny day!
Sunday 16th June
Start was met with little bit of incident; apparently local farmer physically confronted marshal near to the COP Leg 1/2... not the sort of start you want. marshal not injured, but bit ruffled I'd imagine. Farmer then blocked route with tractor and imagined him with shotgun over arm 'get off my land...'
PP Andrew 'the Mighty' Byrom and I started steady and made solid progress up the first climb. Soon Penistone car park was behind us and air filtered back into lungs. Think we lost one or two places before the Bronte Bridge.
The sun was warm and again the descent into Stanbury valley was careful and not overly aggressive. After the climb up the other side we were supported by fellow PP Grunter Smith and we then we headed out over open moorland... finest stretch of the leg.
Although we passed a ladies pair our pace was bit excessive and agreed to slow down. Across the reservoir head and then again picked up the pace on the fast tarmac descent. We soon passed another pair and a further Valley Striders pair were some way ahead.
We safely negotiated the woods (where I fell and rolled into nettles... numptie) and then turned past the Turkey Inn (no drinks like the reccie) and powered up the hill. My pair was giving his all but had ran out of energy. The steep hill was walked without stopping. Bit frustrating though as the Valley pair were only 75 metres ahead. That said we got going again and ran hard round the final few bends and across the finish line.
We'd just missed the cut off by 5 mins. Really great effort on a warm sunny day!
11/06/2013
Pudsey valley & hills take their tally...
YVAA Pudsey
Tuesday 11th June - 7.30pm
Race report to follow...
Tuesday 11th June - 7.30pm
Race report to follow...
01/06/2013
Mastiles Lane & a new kind of pain...
Wharfedale Half Marathon (off road)
Saturday 1st June 11.00am
This race was full of firsts: first time running in Inov8 trail shoes; first time using an electronic dibber; and first time I've ran past loads of folk up a hill and then fallen over!
Sunshine, blue sky and crisp white fluffy clouds covered the sky. The Dales were lush green and the limestone field walls where sparkling white. Smiles were plentiful, hydration packs were filled and there was an air of warmth at the start. The full marathoneers had already departed. It was nearing 11am. Wrists held in the air. Satellites were needed.
The start headed down the access road past residential properties and a few applauding locals. A brief downhill section towards the village of Grassington and then off to the left and uphill across grassy lanes and farm roads. It wasn't long before the fields of runners was stretched out almost in single file; only stopping to negotiate the field gates and boundary wall stiles. Although the first few miles are not steep the gradient is sufficient to catch out those who have gone out like a lion.
Approximately 3 miles on and the route opens to a large pasture area with fine views to the west and straight ahead to the north. I glanced back while traversing a step stile and was impressed to see the dramatic colour contrast between running vest colours, the green land and the blue sky. As I neared the first checkpoint the gradient stiffened and most around me immediately adopted the fell runner shuffle... hands on knees, upper body slightly bent over and press on and upward.
I safely navigated through the first checkpoint and took a huge gulp of water. Wish I could say the same for the Keighley female who'd taken a big tumble and badly cut both knees. The next mile and a bit were fast and hard going on the legs. Mostly on tarmac and some tight corners. Upon hitting the valley floor - only 4 minutes later - the legs went a little jelly like as I crossed the River Wharfe bridge and accepted a bit of sweetness from fellow PP Grunter Smith. I was still chewing on this when I passed other PP supporters at the 5 mile mark. Also noted a drop-out from PP Adam Graves.
I heard so much about Mastiles Lane. Not much of it good. Although some had said it is all runable. While this is true it is also relentless... approximately 2.5miles of initial grassy banks then a steady pull up a limestone gravel lane. This was baking hot on race day. No shelter and no escape from the radiating heat. I shared some small battles and also motivated others who were fighting alongside up this beast of a section. Serena Blackburn for Horsforth was near me as a small group of us finally scaled to the top of the steep section. A few photographers snapped here like vultures circling over prey in distress.
I'd put so much into the shuffle and fast walk up Mastiles Lane that my legs just gave way when I tried to run off down the lane. My right knee crashed into the limestone rocks on the track below. Aaargh! I limped on and accepted the kind well wishes from runners both ahead (must of felt the tremors) and behind (witnessed the full collapse). The next few mile to the second checkpoint were mostly undulating however my knee was not recovering quickly; bit dull ache and not responsive. Most other runners were opening out some good pacing here. Not me. I checked in and took some water. As I left I glanced over my shoulder and was surprised - and pleased - to see the Might Byrom approximately 500m behind. This spurred me on.
The route then turned south and over grassy fields and through a farmyard. An uphill tarmac path was next then steep down a grassy slope. All could see the short, sharp grassy track approaching on the other side. Beyond this there were a few wall stiles a checkpoint then a track with many walkers. A further checkpoint and water then signalled the start of the boggy section. The leaders from the main marathon passed me here. I would like to have stayed with them so I could follow someone through the bog minefield. But alas they were just (JUST!) too fast. I plodded my way through; efficient steps here and some shin deep squelches there.
With only 2.5 miles to go I did however manage to gain some ground on a group of runners who were also on a steady downhill section. Through a couple of field gates and stiles and then out on to the last 1.5 miles of tarmac drudgery. I managed to pass a few runners however couldn't quite keep with a female runner from Clayton-le-Moors. I was suddenly looking forward to the finish when the rugby posts and pitches came into view to the left. Fellow PP Coach 'Hardtaker' took some photos as he cajoled me to put in a hard final effort. As I neared the rugby ground a minor navigation seemed complicated and I almost took a wrong turn to head down to the finish and funnel.
Cracking race, wonderful scenery and good company out on them Dales. Time was little outside my aspired 2.10 but still pleased with 2.14. Back in 2014? Definitely.
Saturday 1st June 11.00am
This race was full of firsts: first time running in Inov8 trail shoes; first time using an electronic dibber; and first time I've ran past loads of folk up a hill and then fallen over!
Sunshine, blue sky and crisp white fluffy clouds covered the sky. The Dales were lush green and the limestone field walls where sparkling white. Smiles were plentiful, hydration packs were filled and there was an air of warmth at the start. The full marathoneers had already departed. It was nearing 11am. Wrists held in the air. Satellites were needed.
The start headed down the access road past residential properties and a few applauding locals. A brief downhill section towards the village of Grassington and then off to the left and uphill across grassy lanes and farm roads. It wasn't long before the fields of runners was stretched out almost in single file; only stopping to negotiate the field gates and boundary wall stiles. Although the first few miles are not steep the gradient is sufficient to catch out those who have gone out like a lion.
Approximately 3 miles on and the route opens to a large pasture area with fine views to the west and straight ahead to the north. I glanced back while traversing a step stile and was impressed to see the dramatic colour contrast between running vest colours, the green land and the blue sky. As I neared the first checkpoint the gradient stiffened and most around me immediately adopted the fell runner shuffle... hands on knees, upper body slightly bent over and press on and upward.
I safely navigated through the first checkpoint and took a huge gulp of water. Wish I could say the same for the Keighley female who'd taken a big tumble and badly cut both knees. The next mile and a bit were fast and hard going on the legs. Mostly on tarmac and some tight corners. Upon hitting the valley floor - only 4 minutes later - the legs went a little jelly like as I crossed the River Wharfe bridge and accepted a bit of sweetness from fellow PP Grunter Smith. I was still chewing on this when I passed other PP supporters at the 5 mile mark. Also noted a drop-out from PP Adam Graves.
I heard so much about Mastiles Lane. Not much of it good. Although some had said it is all runable. While this is true it is also relentless... approximately 2.5miles of initial grassy banks then a steady pull up a limestone gravel lane. This was baking hot on race day. No shelter and no escape from the radiating heat. I shared some small battles and also motivated others who were fighting alongside up this beast of a section. Serena Blackburn for Horsforth was near me as a small group of us finally scaled to the top of the steep section. A few photographers snapped here like vultures circling over prey in distress.
I'd put so much into the shuffle and fast walk up Mastiles Lane that my legs just gave way when I tried to run off down the lane. My right knee crashed into the limestone rocks on the track below. Aaargh! I limped on and accepted the kind well wishes from runners both ahead (must of felt the tremors) and behind (witnessed the full collapse). The next few mile to the second checkpoint were mostly undulating however my knee was not recovering quickly; bit dull ache and not responsive. Most other runners were opening out some good pacing here. Not me. I checked in and took some water. As I left I glanced over my shoulder and was surprised - and pleased - to see the Might Byrom approximately 500m behind. This spurred me on.
The route then turned south and over grassy fields and through a farmyard. An uphill tarmac path was next then steep down a grassy slope. All could see the short, sharp grassy track approaching on the other side. Beyond this there were a few wall stiles a checkpoint then a track with many walkers. A further checkpoint and water then signalled the start of the boggy section. The leaders from the main marathon passed me here. I would like to have stayed with them so I could follow someone through the bog minefield. But alas they were just (JUST!) too fast. I plodded my way through; efficient steps here and some shin deep squelches there.
With only 2.5 miles to go I did however manage to gain some ground on a group of runners who were also on a steady downhill section. Through a couple of field gates and stiles and then out on to the last 1.5 miles of tarmac drudgery. I managed to pass a few runners however couldn't quite keep with a female runner from Clayton-le-Moors. I was suddenly looking forward to the finish when the rugby posts and pitches came into view to the left. Fellow PP Coach 'Hardtaker' took some photos as he cajoled me to put in a hard final effort. As I neared the rugby ground a minor navigation seemed complicated and I almost took a wrong turn to head down to the finish and funnel.
Cracking race, wonderful scenery and good company out on them Dales. Time was little outside my aspired 2.10 but still pleased with 2.14. Back in 2014? Definitely.
28/05/2013
Blinkin' Bingley Beginning...
YVAA Bingley
Tuesday 28th May - 7.30pm
Another warm night greeted the Vets' fixture at Bingley; this would mean the inevitable killer start would be tougher and also lot of midgies would be feasting on sweaty limbs in the field at the finish.
Again - like 2012 - I went off too fast even though I thought I'd paced better. I was blowing out before we got on the canal! Not much further on the Tonymator passed me and then Kieran from Kirkstall. The slog up to Shipley Glen was awful and I had no energy at all. I even walked for a bit. I soon got moving again and made some descent progress passing PP Nicola Bradford before the trail descent into Shipley Glen.
I could see Horsforth and Stainland ladies ahead as Kieran soon passed me on the steady climb out of the woods. The drag across the concrete slabs was not enjoyable and then the wee lad marshaling at the farm was something of a motivation.
I dragged my sorry erse across the penultimate field with rutted tracks and pushed on towards the fall down to the finish. A few Saltaire runners, a Stainland Lion and Kieran were all there first. I made a decision to fall fast then ease off towards the 90o turn right for the finish. I recognised I was passed a few and the gap to the right proved fruitful; I was only bettred here by the Stainland runner and managed to gain four places in the final field. Only if the other 5 miles had been as rewarding!
Tuesday 28th May - 7.30pm
Another warm night greeted the Vets' fixture at Bingley; this would mean the inevitable killer start would be tougher and also lot of midgies would be feasting on sweaty limbs in the field at the finish.
Again - like 2012 - I went off too fast even though I thought I'd paced better. I was blowing out before we got on the canal! Not much further on the Tonymator passed me and then Kieran from Kirkstall. The slog up to Shipley Glen was awful and I had no energy at all. I even walked for a bit. I soon got moving again and made some descent progress passing PP Nicola Bradford before the trail descent into Shipley Glen.
I could see Horsforth and Stainland ladies ahead as Kieran soon passed me on the steady climb out of the woods. The drag across the concrete slabs was not enjoyable and then the wee lad marshaling at the farm was something of a motivation.
I dragged my sorry erse across the penultimate field with rutted tracks and pushed on towards the fall down to the finish. A few Saltaire runners, a Stainland Lion and Kieran were all there first. I made a decision to fall fast then ease off towards the 90o turn right for the finish. I recognised I was passed a few and the gap to the right proved fruitful; I was only bettred here by the Stainland runner and managed to gain four places in the final field. Only if the other 5 miles had been as rewarding!
26/05/2013
All goes quack...
MUCKY DUCK 8.5m TRAIL RACE
11.00 SUNDAY 26th MAY 2013
All the laughter from the coach journey across was quickly lost. I'd tried to keep in the shade before the start. And also take on sufficient water. It was going to be a hot one. I was sweating on the slow 500m walk to the start line!
The race started at a pleasant pace. Flat roads through some lovely villages with some local support. When the route crossed a busy road and all runners ere forced on to an overgrown footpath all things began to slow down; actually things began to slow down for me as I'd gone off too fast. The route shortly turned right on to a rutted track with a long, gradual ascent up to a plateau top and fine views. The track down the other side offered some recovery but no respite from the heat.
Next the road section was just belting heat rebounding off the tarmac. I was melting and couldn't regulate the heat. I tried to get water down my neck and over my head but this did little to cool the overheating engine. I was thankful for bit of shadow from trees or the odd house.
Through the woodland are and across the boardwalks then looping around the field with long, warm grass swishing at my shins. Roy the Boy had long since passed me and I though the Tonymator would be on my shoulder. I glanced back at one field corner and saw him thankfully a good 200 metres back. I tried to catch Dances with Paws-on buit he was just too far head and although injured had enough to hold on.
Very wa'm and not the most enjoyable route.
Ps. great company and good laugh on the stop-off in York.
11.00 SUNDAY 26th MAY 2013
All the laughter from the coach journey across was quickly lost. I'd tried to keep in the shade before the start. And also take on sufficient water. It was going to be a hot one. I was sweating on the slow 500m walk to the start line!
The race started at a pleasant pace. Flat roads through some lovely villages with some local support. When the route crossed a busy road and all runners ere forced on to an overgrown footpath all things began to slow down; actually things began to slow down for me as I'd gone off too fast. The route shortly turned right on to a rutted track with a long, gradual ascent up to a plateau top and fine views. The track down the other side offered some recovery but no respite from the heat.
Next the road section was just belting heat rebounding off the tarmac. I was melting and couldn't regulate the heat. I tried to get water down my neck and over my head but this did little to cool the overheating engine. I was thankful for bit of shadow from trees or the odd house.
Through the woodland are and across the boardwalks then looping around the field with long, warm grass swishing at my shins. Roy the Boy had long since passed me and I though the Tonymator would be on my shoulder. I glanced back at one field corner and saw him thankfully a good 200 metres back. I tried to catch Dances with Paws-on buit he was just too far head and although injured had enough to hold on.
Very wa'm and not the most enjoyable route.
Ps. great company and good laugh on the stop-off in York.
22/05/2013
Three down and all a PB...
ESHOLT 5km JOHN CARR SERIES 3 of 3
19.30 Wednesday 22nd May 2013
Another warm night and legs were again still bit heavy after weekend racing. Solid race though and pushed all the way by the Tonymator who finished some 20 seconds behind my 21.46 and another PB whoop-whoop. Still I was again a full minute behind Grunter Smith...
19.30 Wednesday 22nd May 2013
Another warm night and legs were again still bit heavy after weekend racing. Solid race though and pushed all the way by the Tonymator who finished some 20 seconds behind my 21.46 and another PB whoop-whoop. Still I was again a full minute behind Grunter Smith...
19/05/2013
Beating hearts & mass starts
CALDERDALE WAY FELL RELAY - LEG 5
Sunday 19th May 2013: Wainstalls-Shelf
Race report to follow...
Sunday 19th May 2013: Wainstalls-Shelf
Race report to follow...
15/05/2013
Two for thee
ESHOLT 5km JOHN CARR SERIES 2 of 3
19.30 Wednesday 15th May 2013
After the Leeds Half I wasn't optimistic about improving my time; like other PPs such as Andrew Smithurst I was hoping for an incremental improvement.
Lessons learned from Wk1 paid dividends, though. Steady start and watch out for the off road section. And I was rattled by the awesome start by the Mighty Byrom.
I eventually caught and passed him heading into the bright setting sun about half a mile from Esholt village. I finished strongly in a PB time of 21.47. Still some 40 seconds behind Grunter Smith...
19.30 Wednesday 15th May 2013
After the Leeds Half I wasn't optimistic about improving my time; like other PPs such as Andrew Smithurst I was hoping for an incremental improvement.
Lessons learned from Wk1 paid dividends, though. Steady start and watch out for the off road section. And I was rattled by the awesome start by the Mighty Byrom.
I eventually caught and passed him heading into the bright setting sun about half a mile from Esholt village. I finished strongly in a PB time of 21.47. Still some 40 seconds behind Grunter Smith...
12/05/2013
08/05/2013
One for all
JOHN CARR SERIES 1 of 3
19.30 Wednesday 8th May
Great atmosphere and the race didn't disappoint from what I'd heard. Ballistic start and crazy pace for the first mile. The short off road and muddy track section nearly saw me are over tit. Pockets of support at key junctions and the invaluable contribution of the marshals was welcomed. The course is a little bit disorientating. And I didn't like the sharp 180o turn at the traffic cone.
The second half is all about consolidation. And it reveals if you went off too fast. Mini battles occur and by the time I was back past the start line and descending into Esholt village I thought I'd left plenty in the tank to have a power finish. Wrong.
I fininshed 3 second over 22 minutes urgh and about 40 seconds ahead of the Tonymator, but around a minute behind Grunter Smith.
19.30 Wednesday 8th May
Great atmosphere and the race didn't disappoint from what I'd heard. Ballistic start and crazy pace for the first mile. The short off road and muddy track section nearly saw me are over tit. Pockets of support at key junctions and the invaluable contribution of the marshals was welcomed. The course is a little bit disorientating. And I didn't like the sharp 180o turn at the traffic cone.
The second half is all about consolidation. And it reveals if you went off too fast. Mini battles occur and by the time I was back past the start line and descending into Esholt village I thought I'd left plenty in the tank to have a power finish. Wrong.
I fininshed 3 second over 22 minutes urgh and about 40 seconds ahead of the Tonymator, but around a minute behind Grunter Smith.
04/05/2013
Star wars day presents a phantom menace...
EDINBURGH-NORTH BERWICK 20mile ROAD RACE
11.00 Saturday 4th May 2013
Really not good to set off fast; I can almost get away with it during a Parkrun, feel little uncomfortable for the rest of a 10k, but it is sheer lunacy when attempting a 20 miler... like 2012 I'd had a truly awaful night's sleep and hoped that somehow I'd again be able to blag it. Wrong.
As I ran past Dr LD at under a mile I felt good. The sun was out, there was a nice breeze and the finish near the Law was shimmering away across the sea some 19 miles away. The first and second miles were too fast; both 7.30s and I was melting in the sun. Stupidity had set in and why I allowed myself to believe that I'd better my Trimpell 20 time by simply turning up, striding out and smiling.
Around Musselburgh racecourse and towards Cockenzie power station I started to feel sick. I'd thumped out a sub-40 first 5 miles and now I was going to suffer. I remember being cheered by my older brother Scott who then cycled along side me at Port Seton. He was drinking a coffee and all I needed was water. I should've been thankful for the support, but could only focus on the lack of consideration at my selfish needs.
I tried to get an energy gel and water down at 10 miles but just felt worse. The bends between Longniddry-Aberlady should've been a pleasant and rewarding stretch with fine views and good surfaces; I just remember looking down at the tarmac 3 metres ahead as runners started to pass. I trudged through Aberlady main street and filed round the bend and towards the 14 mile water station. I stopped for a gulp and a brief chat with Dr LD and my brother... I almost stopped for good, though. My first DNF eeek!
I proper stopped moving mind once I'd pulled up the mighty 150ft rise over the next mile to Quarry corner; sat down on the grass, drank a salt energy drink and took some deep breathes. Not even the sight of HELP Paddy McDonald got me to my feet. I sat here for 4-5 mins then glanced to my left... the sight fo the might Law seemed to draw me on.
Mental games and short term goals. First to Gullane. Tick. Through Gullane. Tick. To the Archerfield estate entrance. Tick. I felt bit better heading towards Dirleton. And some good support from the family at the top of the wee hill. I tucked along side two other runners who were also feeling the strain. We each cajoled one another to the drinks station at Ferrygate. Only 1.5 miles to the finish.
The broken footpath along Dirleton Avenue was not kind. No signs of cramp like 2012 though. My legs were heavy and my head was rolling as I pounded down into North Berwick. I almost fell down Station Hill and on to the links as a small gathering of family and friends cheered me to the finish. I looked at my watch for the first time since 15 miles and nearly cried as it read over 3 hours at the finish line. Still, it was the finish line and I wasn't left licking wounds and wondering why I had DNF'd.
Huge thanks to Dr LD and my older brother for their support. I'll be back to break the back of a 2.40 or maybe a 2.30...
11.00 Saturday 4th May 2013
Really not good to set off fast; I can almost get away with it during a Parkrun, feel little uncomfortable for the rest of a 10k, but it is sheer lunacy when attempting a 20 miler... like 2012 I'd had a truly awaful night's sleep and hoped that somehow I'd again be able to blag it. Wrong.
As I ran past Dr LD at under a mile I felt good. The sun was out, there was a nice breeze and the finish near the Law was shimmering away across the sea some 19 miles away. The first and second miles were too fast; both 7.30s and I was melting in the sun. Stupidity had set in and why I allowed myself to believe that I'd better my Trimpell 20 time by simply turning up, striding out and smiling.
Around Musselburgh racecourse and towards Cockenzie power station I started to feel sick. I'd thumped out a sub-40 first 5 miles and now I was going to suffer. I remember being cheered by my older brother Scott who then cycled along side me at Port Seton. He was drinking a coffee and all I needed was water. I should've been thankful for the support, but could only focus on the lack of consideration at my selfish needs.
I tried to get an energy gel and water down at 10 miles but just felt worse. The bends between Longniddry-Aberlady should've been a pleasant and rewarding stretch with fine views and good surfaces; I just remember looking down at the tarmac 3 metres ahead as runners started to pass. I trudged through Aberlady main street and filed round the bend and towards the 14 mile water station. I stopped for a gulp and a brief chat with Dr LD and my brother... I almost stopped for good, though. My first DNF eeek!
I proper stopped moving mind once I'd pulled up the mighty 150ft rise over the next mile to Quarry corner; sat down on the grass, drank a salt energy drink and took some deep breathes. Not even the sight of HELP Paddy McDonald got me to my feet. I sat here for 4-5 mins then glanced to my left... the sight fo the might Law seemed to draw me on.
Mental games and short term goals. First to Gullane. Tick. Through Gullane. Tick. To the Archerfield estate entrance. Tick. I felt bit better heading towards Dirleton. And some good support from the family at the top of the wee hill. I tucked along side two other runners who were also feeling the strain. We each cajoled one another to the drinks station at Ferrygate. Only 1.5 miles to the finish.
The broken footpath along Dirleton Avenue was not kind. No signs of cramp like 2012 though. My legs were heavy and my head was rolling as I pounded down into North Berwick. I almost fell down Station Hill and on to the links as a small gathering of family and friends cheered me to the finish. I looked at my watch for the first time since 15 miles and nearly cried as it read over 3 hours at the finish line. Still, it was the finish line and I wasn't left licking wounds and wondering why I had DNF'd.
Huge thanks to Dr LD and my older brother for their support. I'll be back to break the back of a 2.40 or maybe a 2.30...
28/04/2013
07/04/2013
National winners, Sunday sinners & Baildon runners
BAILDON BOUNDARY WAY - 13.1 miles off-road
SUNDAY - 7th April 2013
Sun festooned the sky and I knew the first really warm day of spring would be a right challenge. And of course the off road and gradual gradient of the course, including forest tracks, canal towpaths and moorland bog! Not to mention the 1 mile 'warm-up' between race HQ and the start. Memories of the Rombald Stride all came flooding back and I managed to omit any thought of the snow from my recent reccie.
The start is uphill. Mmmm - not ideal. That said, the mass of runners (especially slower ones who go to the front- why?) dictate the pace and the peleton pulls nearly everyone up to the top. A prompt tarmac descent and through Esholt village is then met with a steep climb through and over the woodland trail. I huffed and puffed down a narrow footpath that ran adjacenet to the ammonia stifling sewage works.
Across a narrow footbridge at the River Aire then steeply up a muddy bank to meet the canal towpath with jelly legs. I could see Mark 'Grunter' Smith about 150 metres ahead, but knew the canal would suit his speed better than my pacing. Helpful cheers from Coaches DJB and Hartaker propelled me across the canal and on to the trail path. Technical steps reduced the pace but I forced on trying to keep my place. Up and over a few stiles then sharp drop back across the canal to more support from the Pacer Coaches. The Jones' from HPH were sat, nestled in a sheltered spot for some snap shots.
The warm sun along the canal was hard. I could feel my face radiating and the sweat seemed to only intensify my discomfort. Sue Ransome 'then some more' passed me with ease at Shipley just before big cheers from well-wishers at Saltaire. As I progressed along the canal I could see Grunter coming into view again. At least I wasn't the only one struggling in the spring heat.
The slog away from the canal and up to Shipley Glen was tough. A quick water stop then steepish lane climb into the woods. I passed Grunter here and hoped he'd stay with me so we could work the uphills on the morrs together. He fell away instantly. I pressed on at a steady pace, passing Andrew Trippleton with camera.
The drop down and across the bridge was then met by a slog up to the next water stop on Glen Road. The ground was soft and in places very boggy. I struggled and walked on a few occasions. Like most others I was chuffed to turn towards Weecher even though the ground did not improve. The route then crossed another road and into a section that was very wet and soft going. I trudged on and seemed to pass a few as the race past along Sandy Gallops.
At the farm the route then offered something of a downhill section and recovery. I pushed on and passed one or two other competitors, including Young Arthur Wood who was competing in the walking event. I soon passed Jim Wheezing Whedon sat atop a rocky stile gate and could smell the finish. After negotiating a windy path passed the Woodentops, then across a boggy section, the final short, sharp hill was in view. Great support from Crystal Tina and Pacer Coaches pushed me on towards the finish. Not the quickest but was so pleased to see the rugby field finish and a reasonable time.
Postscript
Don't go off too quickly and remember the distance, plus terrain. Doh! And I still don't like too much heat and sun.
SUNDAY - 7th April 2013
Sun festooned the sky and I knew the first really warm day of spring would be a right challenge. And of course the off road and gradual gradient of the course, including forest tracks, canal towpaths and moorland bog! Not to mention the 1 mile 'warm-up' between race HQ and the start. Memories of the Rombald Stride all came flooding back and I managed to omit any thought of the snow from my recent reccie.
The start is uphill. Mmmm - not ideal. That said, the mass of runners (especially slower ones who go to the front- why?) dictate the pace and the peleton pulls nearly everyone up to the top. A prompt tarmac descent and through Esholt village is then met with a steep climb through and over the woodland trail. I huffed and puffed down a narrow footpath that ran adjacenet to the ammonia stifling sewage works.
Across a narrow footbridge at the River Aire then steeply up a muddy bank to meet the canal towpath with jelly legs. I could see Mark 'Grunter' Smith about 150 metres ahead, but knew the canal would suit his speed better than my pacing. Helpful cheers from Coaches DJB and Hartaker propelled me across the canal and on to the trail path. Technical steps reduced the pace but I forced on trying to keep my place. Up and over a few stiles then sharp drop back across the canal to more support from the Pacer Coaches. The Jones' from HPH were sat, nestled in a sheltered spot for some snap shots.
The warm sun along the canal was hard. I could feel my face radiating and the sweat seemed to only intensify my discomfort. Sue Ransome 'then some more' passed me with ease at Shipley just before big cheers from well-wishers at Saltaire. As I progressed along the canal I could see Grunter coming into view again. At least I wasn't the only one struggling in the spring heat.
The slog away from the canal and up to Shipley Glen was tough. A quick water stop then steepish lane climb into the woods. I passed Grunter here and hoped he'd stay with me so we could work the uphills on the morrs together. He fell away instantly. I pressed on at a steady pace, passing Andrew Trippleton with camera.
The drop down and across the bridge was then met by a slog up to the next water stop on Glen Road. The ground was soft and in places very boggy. I struggled and walked on a few occasions. Like most others I was chuffed to turn towards Weecher even though the ground did not improve. The route then crossed another road and into a section that was very wet and soft going. I trudged on and seemed to pass a few as the race past along Sandy Gallops.
At the farm the route then offered something of a downhill section and recovery. I pushed on and passed one or two other competitors, including Young Arthur Wood who was competing in the walking event. I soon passed Jim Wheezing Whedon sat atop a rocky stile gate and could smell the finish. After negotiating a windy path passed the Woodentops, then across a boggy section, the final short, sharp hill was in view. Great support from Crystal Tina and Pacer Coaches pushed me on towards the finish. Not the quickest but was so pleased to see the rugby field finish and a reasonable time.
Postscript
Don't go off too quickly and remember the distance, plus terrain. Doh! And I still don't like too much heat and sun.
17/03/2013
Back across to the Dark Side..
TRIMPELL 20 - LANCASTER
Sunday 17th March 2013
Something slightly unnerving about running round a race track before venturing off on a further 19.5 miles. Not quite as daunting as the sleet the piled into the car as we drove across the M62 with white moors on either side. Pacing, clothing and temperature would indeed be key.
The first 5 miles I paced well. Following the chatty Chris Jones along the cycle paths round Trimpell triangle and leaving behind the smell or the riding stables. I was well under the forecasted 8 minute miling and felt
fresh and strong.
Upon crossing the River Lune the surface turned into an abrasive asphalt that impeded my stride and created something of an invisible barrier. Thankfully the route then turned on to a residential street before integrating with a dismantled railway and the only real downhill stretch on the course. I clocked an impressive 7.10 mile for this section and hoped it would not catch me out later.
I progressed well along the river section from the Sainsburys, behind an awful smelling industrial plant and past two watering stations. I focused well on stride, breathing and even took in some of the tree filtered views to the north. At the 10 mile watering station I scooped down an energy gel and impatiently waited for the resultant effect.
The leaders swooped past, effortlessly it seemed, one then eventually others. I began to feel leg heavy at the turn. Especially when a marshal said only a few hundred metres to turn - this was actually about 3/4 mile. Urgh! Sometimes those that don't run never quite realise the psychological impact this can have? Anyway, I trudged back through Caton village, thanked a few marshals and grabbed a handful of jelly babies just before the return along the river walk.
This flat section seemed to go on, and on, and on forever! I was so glad to smell the foul industrial plant and then return across the River Lune. I grabbed another few sweets in preparation fo the final 1.5 miles. Already other runners were started to get cramp and walk.
The final section weaved long arches away from then back toward the race track finish. Groups of club runners were out waiting for their club mates, but not supporting other runners? I plodded past and gave a look that pleaded for a bit of enthusiasm. I grew closer to the race track and as I turned on to the entrance I expected to be guided round a 400m lap. Much appreciated was the short clockwise diversion to finish and a new PB of little over 2.41. My legs were mashed but mind was buoyed. Great achievement!
Postscript
I really enjoy the endurance race. Not sure about ones that are so flat though? That said, it's great to be segregated from traffic even if you can hear motors at all stages of the race. The river section is beautiful, but just a bit samey. Great course for a PB, as even this chunky pootler can prove....
Sunday 17th March 2013
Something slightly unnerving about running round a race track before venturing off on a further 19.5 miles. Not quite as daunting as the sleet the piled into the car as we drove across the M62 with white moors on either side. Pacing, clothing and temperature would indeed be key.
The first 5 miles I paced well. Following the chatty Chris Jones along the cycle paths round Trimpell triangle and leaving behind the smell or the riding stables. I was well under the forecasted 8 minute miling and felt
fresh and strong.
Upon crossing the River Lune the surface turned into an abrasive asphalt that impeded my stride and created something of an invisible barrier. Thankfully the route then turned on to a residential street before integrating with a dismantled railway and the only real downhill stretch on the course. I clocked an impressive 7.10 mile for this section and hoped it would not catch me out later.
I progressed well along the river section from the Sainsburys, behind an awful smelling industrial plant and past two watering stations. I focused well on stride, breathing and even took in some of the tree filtered views to the north. At the 10 mile watering station I scooped down an energy gel and impatiently waited for the resultant effect.
The leaders swooped past, effortlessly it seemed, one then eventually others. I began to feel leg heavy at the turn. Especially when a marshal said only a few hundred metres to turn - this was actually about 3/4 mile. Urgh! Sometimes those that don't run never quite realise the psychological impact this can have? Anyway, I trudged back through Caton village, thanked a few marshals and grabbed a handful of jelly babies just before the return along the river walk.
This flat section seemed to go on, and on, and on forever! I was so glad to smell the foul industrial plant and then return across the River Lune. I grabbed another few sweets in preparation fo the final 1.5 miles. Already other runners were started to get cramp and walk.
The final section weaved long arches away from then back toward the race track finish. Groups of club runners were out waiting for their club mates, but not supporting other runners? I plodded past and gave a look that pleaded for a bit of enthusiasm. I grew closer to the race track and as I turned on to the entrance I expected to be guided round a 400m lap. Much appreciated was the short clockwise diversion to finish and a new PB of little over 2.41. My legs were mashed but mind was buoyed. Great achievement!
Postscript
I really enjoy the endurance race. Not sure about ones that are so flat though? That said, it's great to be segregated from traffic even if you can hear motors at all stages of the race. The river section is beautiful, but just a bit samey. Great course for a PB, as even this chunky pootler can prove....
23/02/2013
Familiar foes and same old woes…
Bradford Parkrun
Date – Saturday
23rd February 2013
Venue – Lister
Park
I really don’t like early morning racing. This again became apparent during the first
lap of my ‘home’ Parkrun. I need to
fugure out what to eat and how much time to leave between breakfast and
racing. I instantly feel sick and any
thought of increasing speed (pah, not likely) or effort (I thought I was giving
it my all…) leaves me less than dapper.
The Mighty
Byrom bolted off from the start and we left most of the Bradford City colours
somewhere behind us. Then, past the big,
rabbit statues – I only spotted these recently - and I overtook the Mighty
Byrom. The route consequently bears
left, down the tarmac path to the 110o turn left again and the
guidance of two marshals. The long
slightly downhill straight was completed with ease. Too much ease, it would seem.
Around Tony’s
Corner and up the ‘Teeny Tiny Hill’, the Mighty Byrom displayed the full
benefit of good marathon training as he powered at speed up the rise. He’d gained approximately 30m just on this 75m
stretch. No doubting that I was crushed
and coupled with not feeling on top form I immediately knew I’d be doing well
to catch him. First mile was recorded at
6.59.
The first
fly-by at the bandstand was greeted with an inspirational blast of ‘Ride of the
Valkyries’ and I just tried to stay at a moderate pace and not blow up. As I turned on to the long straight I started
to feel warmer, but this just seemed to emphasise the growing murmurs in my
guts. Urgh! The Mighty Byrom was still only 30m ahead so
I hadn’t lost any further distance. I
tried to control my breathing on approach to the Teeny Tiny Hill.
I was strong
heading up the hill and on turning left past the start line I clocked 7.15 for
the second mile. As I passed the
bandstand for the second time, inspiration was replaced by aggression as ‘Kung-Fu
Fighting’ chimed from the music system.
Dodging between the bollards and past the house, I tried to find another
gear to claw back the Mighty Byrom. I
knew if I could stay with him that I’d be under a milestone time.
I powered up
the last ascent of the Teeny Tiny Hill and turned for home. The third mile registered at 7.24 – actually it
could’ve been something else as sweat was now dripping into my eyes. I could still see the Might Byrom well ahead
though and he wouldn’t be caught today.
Some banal soft rock blurted out as I tried to race round the bandstand
and across the finish line.
Post-script
Sub 23.00 was
still my second fastest at this course, but I didn’t feel comfortable and the
run was not enjoyable. I then sipped a water, consumed an energy gel and
started my training run back to Pudsey. Huge
thanks to the staff at the crafts store adjacent to the canal towpath at
Shipley. A much needed toilet stop
prepared me for the long slog from the canal, up Thackley Drive, across the
Leeds Road, through Idle up to Five Lane Ends.
I then cruised back to Pudsey in light, falling snow – neither warm nor
satisfied with the effort of the morning.
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