Waterside Coastal
The fourth time of running the event. I wasn't expecting much from it, Christmas stuff and lack of motivation has got in the way of training, so was only expecting to plod round, ignoring the time,
Set off in some light drizzle, but at least it wasn't too cold, the sea front along Southsea can be bitter!
Arriving a little later than normal and therefore had to park further away, still an early morning walk would be fine. Got to the packed HQ - entered via the way out (no signs) and joined the long queue for race number collection. Runners were also milling about and checking in there bags to the baggage area (which this event has never really go right) as they required you to provide your own label - it was in the pre-race instructions - but I've never done this for any other race.
Still race number in had I thought I'd get changed, a quick root about in the bag revealed the fact that my trainer were still sat in the boot of the car - crap. Decided there was just enough time to get back to the car, change, leave the bag in the car and make it to the start line. Rookie
So that is what I did - I did panic that the compression socks that I was using were a struggle to put on and took up valuable time, but once changed I had plenty of time to get to the Start line.
This year the start line had ben moved to avoid the boarded up Southsea Pier. The rest of the runners were also marched down to the start line from Race HQ by a piper.
Without any real announcement at 8:45 we started. Then the guy in front stopped on the line, so he could get a good shot with his GoPro - idiot. Happy for you filming but move out of the way first, or better still if the Start line shot is so important to you, start right at the back - numpty,
Lots of runners again this year and it is borderline whether it is too full, even on the promenade there is lots of street furniture and a did see a few people who just avoid running into things. Later when runners thinned out there course was single file for many sections with no hope of overtaking (or more accurately being overtaken)
A few speckles of rain and few sections of gusty wind but the weather was pretty good.so I was pleased to have chosen to run in long sleeved top and gillet - rather than full jacket as that makes me overheat a little.
Aid stations were regular and well stocked: water, gels, chocolate, jelly beans and my personal favourite dark chocolate Jaffa cakes. It being nearly Christmas the aid stations also had the occasional mulled wine too.
Lots of people also dressed up for the occasion: Santa, Mrs Santa, Snowman and a Christmas Present all made an appearance.
Last two miles were the usual slog, head down into the wind grind it out kinda running.
Goodie bag - cereal bar, peanut butter, Freddo chocolate.
As always good prep for Christmas - making room for Christmas cake and pudding
What I learnt:
When you pack your bag, leave it in the bag and don't leave it in the boot.
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Tuesday, 23 December 2014
Tuesday, 7 October 2014
Basingstoke Half 2014 - Race Report
How to do this - should I just cut and paste from last year - or is that cheating?
The race was very similar though - not quite as hot as last year but still warm enough for shorts and T-shirt.
Another "ringer" Kenyan won the race in 1:06 - slower than last year. Similar number of finishers compared to last year too.
So fourth time of running this, I had been getting quicker each year, but this year there has been a distinct lack of running training, so I knew there would be no PB.
Organisation is excellent at the start is quick and efficient - lots of port-a-loos. Lots of volunteers handing out race numbers and T-shirts and in the baggage area.
Eleven o'clock came and off we went. The crowd at the start very quickly thins out and moving up (or down) the field is easy in the first mile or so.
Running through village of Cliddesden, lined with home team supporters really gave a boost and helped keep the pace up. The course covered lots of my training ground so I know the hills really well. The first accent up White Hill, after mile 3 was fierce - I even use this hill for hill training, but the speed we ascend that hill was still phenomenal. The pressure eased a little as the road flattened out and then descended passed Ellisfield church.
The decent was short lived as we started to climb up a short hill out of Ellisfield Green. There is a long down hill stretch here. After all that down hill, comes the inevitable climb back up hill - slow and steady rise of 2.4% over 1.6 miles. Cheered on by the lovely people of Ellisfield I ground out the climb. Even at the top of this climb the course turns a corner and still manages to go up hill.
The big dipper was a quick decent, followed by a slow climb - it is here that I started to slow. after cresting the top of this short climb, people started to pass me by. My Garmin had switched itself off at mile 2, and to be honest I was quite enjoying running on feel, but at the point I felt I was slowing down, and the runners passing me confirmed it.
Farleigh Wallop was quite until the very top of the hill, where there were lots of supporters and lots of noise. The down hill decent was speedy and I probably gained some time here but I was slowing coming into Cliddesden.
Back into Cliddesden for another burst of support, trouble is at the end of the village the support runs out and there is a slight incline to slow down on. The mile out of Cliddesden is long and straight and with no real support, a bit of a grind. this changes again once round the corner and heading back into Basingstoke where the supports start again. From there back into War Memorial park, and another climb. A dash round the park and onto the home straight. That was it, job done.
Goodie bag: Tech T-shirt (bright orange - eyes bleedin' orange I think it's called), medal, banana, water, jelly beans and chocolate biscuit,
Excellent race for old pros and beginners alike and the result 1:41:06 - so slower than last year.
The race was very similar though - not quite as hot as last year but still warm enough for shorts and T-shirt.
Another "ringer" Kenyan won the race in 1:06 - slower than last year. Similar number of finishers compared to last year too.
So fourth time of running this, I had been getting quicker each year, but this year there has been a distinct lack of running training, so I knew there would be no PB.
Organisation is excellent at the start is quick and efficient - lots of port-a-loos. Lots of volunteers handing out race numbers and T-shirts and in the baggage area.
Eleven o'clock came and off we went. The crowd at the start very quickly thins out and moving up (or down) the field is easy in the first mile or so.
Running through village of Cliddesden, lined with home team supporters really gave a boost and helped keep the pace up. The course covered lots of my training ground so I know the hills really well. The first accent up White Hill, after mile 3 was fierce - I even use this hill for hill training, but the speed we ascend that hill was still phenomenal. The pressure eased a little as the road flattened out and then descended passed Ellisfield church.
The decent was short lived as we started to climb up a short hill out of Ellisfield Green. There is a long down hill stretch here. After all that down hill, comes the inevitable climb back up hill - slow and steady rise of 2.4% over 1.6 miles. Cheered on by the lovely people of Ellisfield I ground out the climb. Even at the top of this climb the course turns a corner and still manages to go up hill.
The big dipper was a quick decent, followed by a slow climb - it is here that I started to slow. after cresting the top of this short climb, people started to pass me by. My Garmin had switched itself off at mile 2, and to be honest I was quite enjoying running on feel, but at the point I felt I was slowing down, and the runners passing me confirmed it.
Farleigh Wallop was quite until the very top of the hill, where there were lots of supporters and lots of noise. The down hill decent was speedy and I probably gained some time here but I was slowing coming into Cliddesden.
Back into Cliddesden for another burst of support, trouble is at the end of the village the support runs out and there is a slight incline to slow down on. The mile out of Cliddesden is long and straight and with no real support, a bit of a grind. this changes again once round the corner and heading back into Basingstoke where the supports start again. From there back into War Memorial park, and another climb. A dash round the park and onto the home straight. That was it, job done.
Goodie bag: Tech T-shirt (bright orange - eyes bleedin' orange I think it's called), medal, banana, water, jelly beans and chocolate biscuit,
Excellent race for old pros and beginners alike and the result 1:41:06 - so slower than last year.
Friday, 15 August 2014
Endure 24 2014 - Race Report - 28/6/14
After ending up with hurty feet at last years SDW100 I was a little tentative to return to silly distances. I'd managed 40 at the Oxford 20/40 in May but knew that the issues only appeared after 60 miles. But how to test how far I could manage?
Endure24 seemed to provide the answer. Running as many 5 mile loops as possible in 24 hours, with a option to bail at any point - seemed ideal.
I arrived early Saturday to set up tent, thinking I'll be early and therefore there would be loads of space - wrong, seemed to bag the last small patch of ground in the Solo runners area. The whole place resembled Glastonbury with out the music or the mud. With about an hour to go, the music had already started, and then came the thunder and lightning and bucketfuls of rain. So we had music and mud - perhaps it was going to be Glastonbury after all.
As well as solo entries the race is also run with team relays (of various sizes and sexes). At the start the speedy teams went to the front, the solos at the back. 12:00 arrived and off everyone went. The first lap was muddy, from then on it got worse. By the end of the 4th lap, rather like the Inuit who have lots of names for snow, I had made up several mud related names:
Mudousse- for the chocolate mousse mud that was available after the check point
piddle-Mud - the light coloured puddles that were full of mud
forest-gateaux-ud - entering the newly cut path to the peats stinky mud
Breakneck mud - the special mud on the down slopes the just manages to remove any grip at all from a runner who thinks they need to run down hill.
you get the picture - it was muddy.
After for laps of this though (and feeling very fresh in the legs) I could feel the feet starting to complain. The route undulates constantly and I think that and the mud had started to aggravate the tendons. I was running very steady 50 minute loops - and was very pleased with the effort so far. I took a walking break for most of the next lap, then went to the tent for a change of kit, to see if the pain would start to ease off.
The next lap didn't get much better, I had a longer break and then resumed. Then an every longer break and walked most of the next one. Even walking in the mud was entertaining - trying to keep out of the way of the fast runners coming through and remaining upright.
It was starting to get dark, so I though I'd do at least one lap in the dark and then call it a night. Which I did. I stopped, went to get some food at the catering tent, before spending an age trying to get clean before clambering into my sleeping bag for a few hours sleep - which was really easy. #
The sun was up early - and so was I. I did a few slow laps - hit 55 miles and called it a day.
I was disappointed with the mileage total, I was hoping to get as close to 100 as possible, but it wasn't to be. It doesn't count as a DNF but it was really.
The event is a very social one - lots of local runs make up teams and keep going through the night - maybe if I do this one again - I should do this as part of a team - just need to rope in a few bods!
Salisbury 54321 Race Report - 20/8/14
There are two reasons I do this race : the chance to run through a Yew tree forest (normally of limited to the public) and the bread pudding.
This race comes in may sizes: 5K, 10K 21, 33, 42 and 50K, with walk and run options - so something for everyone. Due to the mixture of course lengths there is always someone around - either doing your distance or a different one.
I took the 42K option, for no other reason than I couldn't be bothered to do 50K, lazy I know.
On the journey there, the heavens opened and dumped quite a lot of water on the course, which turned remained quite runnable and not too muddy (unlike Endure24).
I do like the way you can park at the start line and still have an easy walk to registration. Start time clicked round and off we went, in the rain - some people in wet weather gear, some in singlets and shorts. I'd opted for a waterproof to get me started, soaking wet shirt early on plays havoc with the upper chest area.
Climbing up Old Sarum was mainly a slow walk (along with everyone else) shame the views over Salisbury were obscured by the rain.
I did have to remind myself at later points to look up every now and again, so that I could see the scenery, otherwise it was head fixed in front and plodding away.
By mile 10 the rain had stopped and the sun was starting to make a show of itself.
This is my 4th running of this race, it's got still has a nice vibe to it. the course is a mixture of everything - road, trail, hill, wood, a few streams and rivers, town and country. So there is always something to look at - assuming you remember to lift your head up.
There were water stops every few miles which was more than enough, the best one though is just before the yew forest. Here you are able to grab some more water, a slab of bread pudding and then enter into the enchanted forest of yew trees. Following a piece of string to ensure you don't stray off the route - perhaps the goblins would get you if you did.
This race comes in may sizes: 5K, 10K 21, 33, 42 and 50K, with walk and run options - so something for everyone. Due to the mixture of course lengths there is always someone around - either doing your distance or a different one.
I took the 42K option, for no other reason than I couldn't be bothered to do 50K, lazy I know.
On the journey there, the heavens opened and dumped quite a lot of water on the course, which turned remained quite runnable and not too muddy (unlike Endure24).
I do like the way you can park at the start line and still have an easy walk to registration. Start time clicked round and off we went, in the rain - some people in wet weather gear, some in singlets and shorts. I'd opted for a waterproof to get me started, soaking wet shirt early on plays havoc with the upper chest area.
Climbing up Old Sarum was mainly a slow walk (along with everyone else) shame the views over Salisbury were obscured by the rain.
I did have to remind myself at later points to look up every now and again, so that I could see the scenery, otherwise it was head fixed in front and plodding away.
By mile 10 the rain had stopped and the sun was starting to make a show of itself.
This is my 4th running of this race, it's got still has a nice vibe to it. the course is a mixture of everything - road, trail, hill, wood, a few streams and rivers, town and country. So there is always something to look at - assuming you remember to lift your head up.
There were water stops every few miles which was more than enough, the best one though is just before the yew forest. Here you are able to grab some more water, a slab of bread pudding and then enter into the enchanted forest of yew trees. Following a piece of string to ensure you don't stray off the route - perhaps the goblins would get you if you did.
From hear it was over the race course and then the only dull bit round the houses before popping out in the cathedral close. Luckily the earlier rain had limited the number of tourists out in front of the cathedral - so the game of dodge the camera totting numpties walking backwards was quite easy.
I finished quite strongly in the end, although I did notice it was slower than last year (which was in the heat).
Maybe I'll do the 50K next year, perhaps there'll be extra bread pudding in it.
I finished quite strongly in the end, although I did notice it was slower than last year (which was in the heat).
Maybe I'll do the 50K next year, perhaps there'll be extra bread pudding in it.
Friday, 16 May 2014
Hampshire Hilly Hundred (HHH) - Race Report 2014
Having wimped out of last years event due to lack of training and forecast bad weather, this year I thought stuff it, I'll do it anyway, despite lack of training and the forecast of bad weather,
Training on the bike has been none existent this year, which is a shame as it helps keeps things interesting and is a change from running (I don't like running so much in heat - definitely a bad weather runner and a fair weather cyclist). Weather was great last Sunday - despite predictions of rain, it turned out to be quite sunny - got the sun burn to prove it, I was a little gusty though.
Quick registration, and set off en route just after 7:30. My plan was to get round and not worry about the time (I only used the garmin for the half the ride, mainly to plot where I was and to check the heart rate), and to eat as much food as I could on the way round.
Spent the first third of the race tagged on to the end of a group of riders who were slow and consistent (bit like me). The first section was mainly flat before taking a few hills which strung out the group somewhat. As the start time was staggered, most the ride was spend being overtaken by pro-wannabes in their replica Sky jerseys, club cyclist and pretty much everyone else. Still I was only here for the food!
First stop in Clanfield, filled my face with flapjack and jaffa cakes. Switched the Garmin on at this point - the battery helpfully lasted for the next 50 miles.
Hadn't paid too much attention to the route before I set off, all I remembered was that the route was different to last time I did this route, skipping out lots of my favourite hills. Still the hill out of Clanfield? is now on my hit list.
Feedstation 2 was more of the same - yum. Took a High5 Protein bar for later too. The evil bit of the Northington Feedstation is that it is at the bottom of the hill, so stuffed with food and feeling a little stiff, you have to drag your sorry ass up a steep hill.
MIcheldever, Wonston, Bullington, etc. all passed by easily enough, although a few riders did seem to ignore the road signs and carry on up the road when they should have turned off - perhaps they need to burn off a few extra flapjack calories.
Feed Station 3 was another village hall filled with flapjack and jaffa cakes. You can tell food was important on this ride. Filled my face again, and took off for the last section. Knowing the end was nigh, I took it fairly steady (bit like the rest of the ride)
So after finishing, I find out that my time was just outside the Silver standard (poop), if only I had pushed a little harder, or maybe spend less time in the feed stations eating food...
Still I enjoyed the food, and now have 100+ miles in the legs to show for it. Maybe I'll try to start training early next year and go for Gold, either that or try some of the fruit cake next year...
Check out the organiser at: HHH
Training on the bike has been none existent this year, which is a shame as it helps keeps things interesting and is a change from running (I don't like running so much in heat - definitely a bad weather runner and a fair weather cyclist). Weather was great last Sunday - despite predictions of rain, it turned out to be quite sunny - got the sun burn to prove it, I was a little gusty though.
Quick registration, and set off en route just after 7:30. My plan was to get round and not worry about the time (I only used the garmin for the half the ride, mainly to plot where I was and to check the heart rate), and to eat as much food as I could on the way round.
Spent the first third of the race tagged on to the end of a group of riders who were slow and consistent (bit like me). The first section was mainly flat before taking a few hills which strung out the group somewhat. As the start time was staggered, most the ride was spend being overtaken by pro-wannabes in their replica Sky jerseys, club cyclist and pretty much everyone else. Still I was only here for the food!
First stop in Clanfield, filled my face with flapjack and jaffa cakes. Switched the Garmin on at this point - the battery helpfully lasted for the next 50 miles.
Hadn't paid too much attention to the route before I set off, all I remembered was that the route was different to last time I did this route, skipping out lots of my favourite hills. Still the hill out of Clanfield? is now on my hit list.
Feedstation 2 was more of the same - yum. Took a High5 Protein bar for later too. The evil bit of the Northington Feedstation is that it is at the bottom of the hill, so stuffed with food and feeling a little stiff, you have to drag your sorry ass up a steep hill.
MIcheldever, Wonston, Bullington, etc. all passed by easily enough, although a few riders did seem to ignore the road signs and carry on up the road when they should have turned off - perhaps they need to burn off a few extra flapjack calories.
Feed Station 3 was another village hall filled with flapjack and jaffa cakes. You can tell food was important on this ride. Filled my face again, and took off for the last section. Knowing the end was nigh, I took it fairly steady (bit like the rest of the ride)
So after finishing, I find out that my time was just outside the Silver standard (poop), if only I had pushed a little harder, or maybe spend less time in the feed stations eating food...
Still I enjoyed the food, and now have 100+ miles in the legs to show for it. Maybe I'll try to start training early next year and go for Gold, either that or try some of the fruit cake next year...
Check out the organiser at: HHH
Once a Rookie always a Rookie
Some people never learn, despite running around the same park run loop well over a hundred times, each Parkrun covers 2 loops, I failed to take the conditions into account.
It's summer now, I can change the grippy trail shoes I have been using for my faster lighter road shoes, or so I thought. All was well until I hit the corner at speed, the over night rain had been just enough to create a thin layer of slippery mud on top of the otherwise compacted surface.
I felt my legs go and ended up on the floor, covered in mud - bummer. Unhurt I jumped up and hoped nobody had noticed, that's the problem with Parkruns - lots of other runner. They ran passed, pausing to ask if I was okay. I was only my pride was hurt.
It's summer now, I can change the grippy trail shoes I have been using for my faster lighter road shoes, or so I thought. All was well until I hit the corner at speed, the over night rain had been just enough to create a thin layer of slippery mud on top of the otherwise compacted surface.
I felt my legs go and ended up on the floor, covered in mud - bummer. Unhurt I jumped up and hoped nobody had noticed, that's the problem with Parkruns - lots of other runner. They ran passed, pausing to ask if I was okay. I was only my pride was hurt.
Thursday, 8 May 2014
Race report: LDWA Oxford 20/40 3rd May 2014
A Bank Holiday event run in warm weather, shock. In fact the weather was warm enough for a little sun burn - I now have 2 very nice short marks across my quads.
LDWA Oxford, that would be starting in Henley-on-Thames then, arrived well within the start time, easy parking, lots of marshals pointing at things and headed for check-in.
Deispite picking up a cold mid-week I was feeling pretty good, especially my first long run in a while (since SDW100 in fact). Start was low key (I love LDWA events for that) and off we went. With route instructions in hand, I tried to reacquaint myself with the task of running and reading at the same time, In fact, it didn't take long before the first few people didn't read things quick enough and headed down the wrong path.
Things soon settled down and what passed was several house of woodland runs, cutting through on easy trails (not too wet and muddy) and looking at the bluebells. occasionally I'd pop out of a wood and have a grass covered field to run through, or a valley to descend and climb. Out in the open Red Kites swooped overhead, one even hovered a few meters away, it was a fantastic moment, I thought is I reach for the camera the moment will be lost. So I stopped and stared, watching as it moved with barely a feather moving - awesome.
Everyone on route was buoyed by the sunshine, The lead walkers all said hello, the youngsters on DoE awards, Even the crowds in Henley at the end of the day all seemed just happy to be out and about.
Loved the route, despite only being an hour away from me, is not an area I am familiar with.
I did run a long stretch with a guy (never did get his name) who I had met on both the SDW50 and the Marlborough Downs 33 - it's a small world this ultra world.
At the same time that this race was coming along the Thames path, the Centurion TP100 was being set up, tape was already marking the route, and James and crew were already setting up the Henley checkpoint - I think they were a little bemused to be approached by 2 runners heading in the wrong direction.
Nothing much else to add, nice even pace got me round, great scenery, great weather, thanks LDWA.
LDWA Oxford, that would be starting in Henley-on-Thames then, arrived well within the start time, easy parking, lots of marshals pointing at things and headed for check-in.
Deispite picking up a cold mid-week I was feeling pretty good, especially my first long run in a while (since SDW100 in fact). Start was low key (I love LDWA events for that) and off we went. With route instructions in hand, I tried to reacquaint myself with the task of running and reading at the same time, In fact, it didn't take long before the first few people didn't read things quick enough and headed down the wrong path.
Things soon settled down and what passed was several house of woodland runs, cutting through on easy trails (not too wet and muddy) and looking at the bluebells. occasionally I'd pop out of a wood and have a grass covered field to run through, or a valley to descend and climb. Out in the open Red Kites swooped overhead, one even hovered a few meters away, it was a fantastic moment, I thought is I reach for the camera the moment will be lost. So I stopped and stared, watching as it moved with barely a feather moving - awesome.
Everyone on route was buoyed by the sunshine, The lead walkers all said hello, the youngsters on DoE awards, Even the crowds in Henley at the end of the day all seemed just happy to be out and about.
Loved the route, despite only being an hour away from me, is not an area I am familiar with.
I did run a long stretch with a guy (never did get his name) who I had met on both the SDW50 and the Marlborough Downs 33 - it's a small world this ultra world.
At the same time that this race was coming along the Thames path, the Centurion TP100 was being set up, tape was already marking the route, and James and crew were already setting up the Henley checkpoint - I think they were a little bemused to be approached by 2 runners heading in the wrong direction.
Nothing much else to add, nice even pace got me round, great scenery, great weather, thanks LDWA.
Wednesday, 26 February 2014
Heartbreaker New Forest Marathon 2014 Race Review
Website: the Heartbreaker Marathon
Pre-race plan is always arrive early, I like to get parked up early get my stuff together well before the start time. So I was pulling into Sandy Balls at 7:30. Bright and early, but by the time I had hiked to registration, got changed and listened to the entertaining briefing it was time to head off the the start line.
Pre-race plan is always arrive early, I like to get parked up early get my stuff together well before the start time. So I was pulling into Sandy Balls at 7:30. Bright and early, but by the time I had hiked to registration, got changed and listened to the entertaining briefing it was time to head off the the start line.
The start line was at the bottom of hill. Cheeky.
Without much fanfare the horn was sounded and off we went. Slowly at first (mostly walking) I was near
the back and there was no point in getting tired out so early in the run. The route exited Sandy Balls, and hit the
road for a mile or two, nice easy running, the 160 or so competitors were
quickly strung out so congestion was never a problem.
Turning off the road and onto the track, I could already see the lead
runners disappearing up the other side of the dip - wow they were shifting.
Once on the track the route formed a T-shape, with three loops around the top of the T. Conditions underfoot were good, soft gravelly sand, a few
puddles but everyone ran round them in a long line, playing follow-my-leader. Down hill stretches were a little muddy, so definitely one for trail shoes. At the end of the first loop we were joined by the half marathon runners.
The feed station was cleverly sited at the apex of the T and there was plenty of water or energy drink available. Marshall's were kept busy shouting out water or energy. There was no food available (this was a cheap marathon) so I took a couple of gels (and used them). At the end of each loop a coloured band was handed out - once you had three you could leave the top of the "T".
The rain held off, but the wind was ferrous,
especially on the exposed Hampton Ridge. Very occasionally
I felt the wind pushing me along, but that never happened for long. Most of the time I had to remove my cap to
stop it blowing away. Some runners in shorts and T-shirts looked red raw - pleased to be in long sleeves and tights!
I was passed by the eventual winner as I completed my 2nd turn at one end of the T – he was already on his 3rd and was on his way home - looked like he was taking it easy too.
The thing that I always though was a little rubbish about
the New Forest Marathon is that there are no trees – at least with this race,
you get a variety of scenery and some forest to run through.
Finally I had my 3 bands was allowed to head back to the road. I was really looking forward to escaping the undulation and running
on some flat road. However, the wind had the last
laugh, it was full on and reminded me of the Portsmouth coastal – running along
the front into a headwind – such fun!
At the end was a medal, some soup and bun to tuck into,
showers were available too – I went home smell and had a bath instead. Results were issued really quickly too –
within hours of getting home, I was checking my time and position. Quite pleased with the result, I didn't put in
a huge effort and managed sub-4 hours.
So all in all a good event and great value at £22 - Thanks organisers - brilliant event!
What I learnt:
Caps are rubbish in windy conditions
What I learnt:
Caps are rubbish in windy conditions
Monday, 13 January 2014
Winter Tanners 2014 (30 mile route) Race Review
"The Winter Tanners is a challenge walk (or run) of circa 30 miles (or 20 miles) on Surrey footpaths and bridleways with MINIMAL support in weather conditions which may be adverse. Only strong and self-reliant walkers & runners should enter."
After last years cancellation due to snow and this years weeks of rain and flooding in the area I was pleased that the event took actually took place. In fact the organisers already had a back up diversion in place in case flooding was still present on the course (it wasn't but it was still very muddy).
I do love LDWA events, despite being mainly walking events, they are are also open to runners. They offer a very stripped down pure form of running. For your entry fee (as a LDWA member it was £4, non-members pay an outrageous £6!), you get 3 check points (well stocked with biscuits, drink, raisins, bananas, etc.), and a very detailed set of route instructions to print out and follow. You start when you are ready, with the time being written down by a marshal (no timing chips here), all very retro.
As there are no route marking on the course you do need to keep concentration on those directions, there were a few people who got a little lost, but you can so tell if you go wrong as the instructions are very detailed.
There were a few occasion I thought II may have got lost - 300 yards on an open road flies by - but 300 yards on a narrow wooden track takes forever, and you begin to doubt if you have taken the correct path.
A pure version of running - no trail marking, you need to be responsible for you own route finding, a few times runners/walkers in front took a turning too early, missed it - or where happily following the 30 route, rather than the 20.
I even learnt a few new words - did you know that driveways could "bifurcate"? (me neither).
The course was muddy, some of the down hill parts were particularly tricky, but it all added to the "fun", I think the worst parts are always plodding along the edge of rain sodden fields - poor grip, and feet getting wetter with every step. It was nice to hit the fire break trail through Coldharbour and get some forward traction.
Weather was cold and frosty to start with, warmed slightly later but never too cold/ I finished and got in the car just before it started to rain, so avoided getting soaked.
This is not really a race, but as a training run it is fantastic - the mind is always active checking the directions and where the feet are going to land to avoid the worst of the mud, 30 miles in the second week of January - excellent start to the year.
All this for £4 - wow, remember that next time you stump up the cash for London or Brighton :-)
After last years cancellation due to snow and this years weeks of rain and flooding in the area I was pleased that the event took actually took place. In fact the organisers already had a back up diversion in place in case flooding was still present on the course (it wasn't but it was still very muddy).
I do love LDWA events, despite being mainly walking events, they are are also open to runners. They offer a very stripped down pure form of running. For your entry fee (as a LDWA member it was £4, non-members pay an outrageous £6!), you get 3 check points (well stocked with biscuits, drink, raisins, bananas, etc.), and a very detailed set of route instructions to print out and follow. You start when you are ready, with the time being written down by a marshal (no timing chips here), all very retro.
As there are no route marking on the course you do need to keep concentration on those directions, there were a few people who got a little lost, but you can so tell if you go wrong as the instructions are very detailed.
There were a few occasion I thought II may have got lost - 300 yards on an open road flies by - but 300 yards on a narrow wooden track takes forever, and you begin to doubt if you have taken the correct path.
A pure version of running - no trail marking, you need to be responsible for you own route finding, a few times runners/walkers in front took a turning too early, missed it - or where happily following the 30 route, rather than the 20.
I even learnt a few new words - did you know that driveways could "bifurcate"? (me neither).
The course was muddy, some of the down hill parts were particularly tricky, but it all added to the "fun", I think the worst parts are always plodding along the edge of rain sodden fields - poor grip, and feet getting wetter with every step. It was nice to hit the fire break trail through Coldharbour and get some forward traction.
Weather was cold and frosty to start with, warmed slightly later but never too cold/ I finished and got in the car just before it started to rain, so avoided getting soaked.
This is not really a race, but as a training run it is fantastic - the mind is always active checking the directions and where the feet are going to land to avoid the worst of the mud, 30 miles in the second week of January - excellent start to the year.
All this for £4 - wow, remember that next time you stump up the cash for London or Brighton :-)
Monday, 23 December 2013
Portsmouth Waterside Coastal Marathon 2013
Waterside Coastal - surely a tautology?
This was to be my third running of the Portsmouth Waterside Coastal Marathon. It is nearly always wet and windy, especially the last 2 miles running along the front towards the Pyramid Centre.
Arriving early I parked up by the boating lake (free parking) at that point it was still dark, it was also at this point the heavens opened. Oh crap I thought, this is is going to be miserable. Eventually it settled down a little and ventured out to Race HQ.
Very busy this year, up from 900 to 1165 entries, so a little cramped finding a piece of floor to get changed. Most people were sheltering inside out of the rain, which again came in just as the race as about to start, which meant a few people missed the 9:00 start. Actually I think it started before that - there was very little fanfare.
Luckily the rain soon stopped and I was pleased to have chosen to run in long sleeved top and gillet - rather than full jacket as that makes me overheat a little.
The first few miles run along the Southsea front and despite the numbers of runners, moved well, the rest were a mix of muddy footpaths, beach, shingle, mud, occasional bit of tarmac and sea..
For some of the sections of mud I touch to running along the top of the sea wall, feeling like a 5 year, but without the parents hand to hold - just in case I fell. I did see a few people slip over in the mud, I'm not sure if this was down to not paying attention or from not having the correct footwear - definitely something with a bit of grip required.
Aid stations were regular and well stocked: water, gels, chocolate, jelly beans and my personal favourite dark chocolate Jaffa cakes. It being nearly Christmas the aid stations also had the occasional mince pie and alcoholic beverage too.
Several people also dressed up for the occasion: Santa, a pair of reindeer and a Christmas tree all made an appearance.
Being a slower runner, by the time I hit the 3 mile mark the sea had already started to come in, so I ended up wading through knee deep, freezing water. Just as well the trainers were already soaking.
Last two miles were a total slog, head down into the wind grind it out kinda running.
So at the end was nigh, slower than last year (drier last year) but was pleased to get round and finish.
Soup and mince pie at the end were delightful - handy goodie bag - cereal, Clif bar, a few pretzels, high 5 electrolyte powder - all handy stuff.
No I don't need to feel guilty about the extra large helping of Christmas pudding I intend to have
What I learnt:
You cannot beat the wind - just tough it out.
Ground in winter is wet, wear the right shoes
Body glide those bits you missed!
This was to be my third running of the Portsmouth Waterside Coastal Marathon. It is nearly always wet and windy, especially the last 2 miles running along the front towards the Pyramid Centre.
Arriving early I parked up by the boating lake (free parking) at that point it was still dark, it was also at this point the heavens opened. Oh crap I thought, this is is going to be miserable. Eventually it settled down a little and ventured out to Race HQ.
Very busy this year, up from 900 to 1165 entries, so a little cramped finding a piece of floor to get changed. Most people were sheltering inside out of the rain, which again came in just as the race as about to start, which meant a few people missed the 9:00 start. Actually I think it started before that - there was very little fanfare.
Luckily the rain soon stopped and I was pleased to have chosen to run in long sleeved top and gillet - rather than full jacket as that makes me overheat a little.
The first few miles run along the Southsea front and despite the numbers of runners, moved well, the rest were a mix of muddy footpaths, beach, shingle, mud, occasional bit of tarmac and sea..
For some of the sections of mud I touch to running along the top of the sea wall, feeling like a 5 year, but without the parents hand to hold - just in case I fell. I did see a few people slip over in the mud, I'm not sure if this was down to not paying attention or from not having the correct footwear - definitely something with a bit of grip required.
Aid stations were regular and well stocked: water, gels, chocolate, jelly beans and my personal favourite dark chocolate Jaffa cakes. It being nearly Christmas the aid stations also had the occasional mince pie and alcoholic beverage too.
Several people also dressed up for the occasion: Santa, a pair of reindeer and a Christmas tree all made an appearance.
Being a slower runner, by the time I hit the 3 mile mark the sea had already started to come in, so I ended up wading through knee deep, freezing water. Just as well the trainers were already soaking.
Last two miles were a total slog, head down into the wind grind it out kinda running.
So at the end was nigh, slower than last year (drier last year) but was pleased to get round and finish.
Soup and mince pie at the end were delightful - handy goodie bag - cereal, Clif bar, a few pretzels, high 5 electrolyte powder - all handy stuff.
No I don't need to feel guilty about the extra large helping of Christmas pudding I intend to have
What I learnt:
You cannot beat the wind - just tough it out.
Ground in winter is wet, wear the right shoes
Body glide those bits you missed!
Monday, 14 October 2013
Basingstoke Half Race Report. 2013
A hot weekend in October, it must be time for the Basingstoke Half Marathon, although based on how long we actual spend in Basingstoke I’m sure it should be renamed to the Cliddesden and Ellisfield Half Marathon.
The race was won by Kenyan Nicholas Kirui in 1:05:33, with the second placed Kenyan coming in over 8 minutes later. Over 1300 runners then crossed the finish line, in various states of dress: Elvis, Spiderman, Nemo and one very grumpy chap running in full police riot gear, perhaps he was just being prepared for those over enthusiastic supporters trying to offer him jelly babies.
This is my local race race so it always seem rude not to enter (this is the third year of running), although I do like the look of Bournemouth for next year.
Organisation is excellent, I've never seen a race with so many port-a-loos, it looked like was enough for one each. So after a bit of faffing about with the microphone at the start the race started.
Last year I managed to break 1:45 in slightly overcast conditions so I was looking to try and beat it. I had set a target of 7:30 minute miles. A neighbour was also also running and he went off very fast indeed, I thought I better try and keep up. The first 2 miles were close to 7:00, and it was getting warm - I am so going to suffer later I thought.
Running through village of Cliddesden, lined with home team supporters really gave a boost and helped keep the pace up. The course covered lots of my training ground so I know the hills really well. The first accent up White Hill, after mile 3 was fierce - I even use this hill for hill training, but the speed we ascend that hill was still phenomenal. The pressure eased a little as the road flattened out and then descended passed Ellisfield church.
The decent was short lived as we started to climb up a short hill out of Ellisfield Green. I was hanging on just behind my neighbour at this point and I was starting to feel the heat. There is a long down hill stretch here - some of it in the shade. When needed I am quite good at descending quickly - so it was here I finally over took my neighbour and ploughed on as quickly as I could. That mile clocked in at 6:36
After all that down hill, comes the inevitable climb back up hill - slow and steady rise of 2.4% over 1.6 miles. Cheered on mu the lovely people of Elliesfield I ground out the climb.
Even at the top of this climb the course turns a corner and still manages to go up hill.
The big dipper was a quick decent, followed by a slow climb - although I did manage to loose a gel from my shorts at this point - those side pockets were not such a good idea after all.
Farleigh Wallop was quite until the very top of the hill, where there were lots of supporters and lots of noise. The down hill decent was speedy - I was overtaken by a guy in vibrams who was running like a gazelle.
Back into Cliddesden for another burst of support, trouble is at the end of the village the support runs out and there is a slight incline to slow down on. 2 miles to go and it's time to grind it out. Back into Basingstoke before turning into War Memorial park, and another climb. Finish was excellent, a straight forward grass track, with the race announcer calling out names as you approach the finish line.
Goodie bag: Tech T-shirt (bright yellow), medal, banana, water, lucasade, clif bar.
Excellent race for old pros and beginners alike and the result 1:36:38 - get in there!
(it does mean of course I need to break 1:35 next year though)
The race was won by Kenyan Nicholas Kirui in 1:05:33, with the second placed Kenyan coming in over 8 minutes later. Over 1300 runners then crossed the finish line, in various states of dress: Elvis, Spiderman, Nemo and one very grumpy chap running in full police riot gear, perhaps he was just being prepared for those over enthusiastic supporters trying to offer him jelly babies.
This is my local race race so it always seem rude not to enter (this is the third year of running), although I do like the look of Bournemouth for next year.
Organisation is excellent, I've never seen a race with so many port-a-loos, it looked like was enough for one each. So after a bit of faffing about with the microphone at the start the race started.
Last year I managed to break 1:45 in slightly overcast conditions so I was looking to try and beat it. I had set a target of 7:30 minute miles. A neighbour was also also running and he went off very fast indeed, I thought I better try and keep up. The first 2 miles were close to 7:00, and it was getting warm - I am so going to suffer later I thought.
Running through village of Cliddesden, lined with home team supporters really gave a boost and helped keep the pace up. The course covered lots of my training ground so I know the hills really well. The first accent up White Hill, after mile 3 was fierce - I even use this hill for hill training, but the speed we ascend that hill was still phenomenal. The pressure eased a little as the road flattened out and then descended passed Ellisfield church.
The decent was short lived as we started to climb up a short hill out of Ellisfield Green. I was hanging on just behind my neighbour at this point and I was starting to feel the heat. There is a long down hill stretch here - some of it in the shade. When needed I am quite good at descending quickly - so it was here I finally over took my neighbour and ploughed on as quickly as I could. That mile clocked in at 6:36
After all that down hill, comes the inevitable climb back up hill - slow and steady rise of 2.4% over 1.6 miles. Cheered on mu the lovely people of Elliesfield I ground out the climb.
Even at the top of this climb the course turns a corner and still manages to go up hill.
The big dipper was a quick decent, followed by a slow climb - although I did manage to loose a gel from my shorts at this point - those side pockets were not such a good idea after all.
Farleigh Wallop was quite until the very top of the hill, where there were lots of supporters and lots of noise. The down hill decent was speedy - I was overtaken by a guy in vibrams who was running like a gazelle.
Back into Cliddesden for another burst of support, trouble is at the end of the village the support runs out and there is a slight incline to slow down on. 2 miles to go and it's time to grind it out. Back into Basingstoke before turning into War Memorial park, and another climb. Finish was excellent, a straight forward grass track, with the race announcer calling out names as you approach the finish line.
Goodie bag: Tech T-shirt (bright yellow), medal, banana, water, lucasade, clif bar.
Excellent race for old pros and beginners alike and the result 1:36:38 - get in there!
(it does mean of course I need to break 1:35 next year though)
Abingdon Marathon 2013 Race Report - ish
The last time I ran at Abingdon was 2010, where a set a PB, I've not run a road marathon since and hence the PB still stands. My trial marathon times have been dropping recently and after last weekends half marathon PB I thought my changes would be good at setting a new PB
Races are won before you cross the start line, so I thought I'd better prepare with extra care. I checked my times from the last race, worked out the slow miles where I'd need to put in extra effort and finalised my pacing strategy.
I got my kit ready - I even filled in my race number details and pinned it to my top. I was super prepared.
Alarm went off and after a small breakfast I set up. Drive to Abingdon was fine, SatNav directed me to the car park with easy. As I pulled up into the college I did think it eerily quiet, with a distinct lack of signage.
At was at that point that I had a "bad feeling about this". I pulled out the instruction sheet that arrived with the race number, and there it was first line "20th October", so I was exactly a week early.
How that happened I have no idea, it is written on the calendar (home and word) as the 13th, it's on my phone as the 13th, I told everyone at work it was the 13th.
So what do I do? I did think of starting anyway - that way I had a chance of winning. I also though of sitting there for a few hours otherwise I'd have to admit what a idiot I'd been. Decisions, decisions - so I turned tail and headed home to face the music.
I was called a numpty for the rest of the day at home, today at work I was called worse.
So am I looking forward to the Abingdon Marathon on the 20th? Well I would be had I not also entered a cycle race on the same day - unless I got that date wrong too....
Races are won before you cross the start line, so I thought I'd better prepare with extra care. I checked my times from the last race, worked out the slow miles where I'd need to put in extra effort and finalised my pacing strategy.
I got my kit ready - I even filled in my race number details and pinned it to my top. I was super prepared.
Alarm went off and after a small breakfast I set up. Drive to Abingdon was fine, SatNav directed me to the car park with easy. As I pulled up into the college I did think it eerily quiet, with a distinct lack of signage.
At was at that point that I had a "bad feeling about this". I pulled out the instruction sheet that arrived with the race number, and there it was first line "20th October", so I was exactly a week early.
How that happened I have no idea, it is written on the calendar (home and word) as the 13th, it's on my phone as the 13th, I told everyone at work it was the 13th.
So what do I do? I did think of starting anyway - that way I had a chance of winning. I also though of sitting there for a few hours otherwise I'd have to admit what a idiot I'd been. Decisions, decisions - so I turned tail and headed home to face the music.
I was called a numpty for the rest of the day at home, today at work I was called worse.
So am I looking forward to the Abingdon Marathon on the 20th? Well I would be had I not also entered a cycle race on the same day - unless I got that date wrong too....
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Farnham Pilgrim 2013 Race Report
This is my fourth running of the Farnham Pilgrim Marathon,
every one since it first began – so I feel a special connection with this
race. The organization and set-up has
always been first rate, but I haven’t always loved the course. In the early days I found the course a little
willful, a little too masochistic. There
always seemed to a lot more climbing to be done which was never repaid by long stretches
of decent. And as for the climb up St Catherine’s
Abbey –(straight up, round and back down) that was mean, ditto the sandy climb
up to St Marth’s church.
But this time I was at one with the course, hills were there
for the view, top of St. Martha’s is a great view. There is a great variety on this course, tiny
villages, rivers to cross. Farm trail, footpath, roads, steps, woodland, open
farmland, heath – always changing
There is easy parking close to the start, although the walk
up the hill from the car park to the finish line is a timely reminder that this
course is hilly.
I have been slowly reducing my time on this course each time
I have run it, but my main aim for the course was to keep it steady over the
whole course, and not trail off like I usually do over a marathon
distance. I was also using it to gauge
how quick (or not) I might be for Abingdon next month.
Attached a flimsy looking timing chip to my shoes – that’ll
come off, too easily I thought, caught on root or a bramble – but it didn’t. There are loads of water stations on the
route so I made the decision not to run with a bum bag and therefore left my
water bottle behind. I took four ISOGELs
(which are quite watery) stuffed into my shorts. In the end I only used one, had plenty to
drink and had a few bits of banana on the way round.
The organisers got people warming up and then without a huge
fanfare everyone was off. I took it easy
to start with, I was aiming for a 9 minute mile pace – but was soon getting
nearer 8:30. The miles ticked by nicely,
scenery changed around us, under foot it changed from road to footpath, to farm
track, to mud, to steps, to grass, to sand – to pretty much everything except
snow.
At the half way point, the sandy climb up to St Martha’s church
went well, I cracked the usual joke about bringing a bucket and spade next
time. A nice decent after that into Guildford,
here I was cheered on by several gangs of hiking girls – the last of which all
did high-fives – definite boost there (I am sure they cheered everyone else but
to me they were my personal cheerleaders).
Race markings were excellent, I never felt lost, even on the
rare occasion that I was running alone. There
are marshals everywhere, I sure the entire population of Farnham must have been
out wearing hi-viz.
The last six miles or so seemed to get more lumpy, certainly
more uphill than down, although that might just have been my legs tiring. Feeling a little tired I let my mind wander and suddenly out from the
trees appears a marshal (I assume) dressed as an old “hag”, Weird I thought,
then there is was one dressed as a wizard – they didn’t say anything – just waved
their staffs – I ran on.
I was checking the time more closely now as I neared the
end, working out if I could still get in under 4 hours. I had miss remembered the end of the course
and thought that I had further to go once I hit the golf course at the
end. The climb up to the car park didn’t
seem to last as long as I remembered either.
So with a quick “sprint” to the line it was over – make sub-4 hours so
quite pleased with that.
Once over the line presented with medal and drink and a nice
goody bag, mug and T-shirt (not sure I’d use either – have plenty of mugs and plenty
of T-shirts – a little disappointed not to get another calendar like last year –
but that is just me)
I was pleased to see plodding hippo from Fetch at the start
line – she took some great photos at the Salisbury 54321 last month so said
thanks. I was also looking out for Paul Ali,
but didn’t see him (surprising as looking at the results we finished about 5
places apart) was going to say how much I enjoy his Ultra-trails magazine and
say good luck for Spartathon – so Good Luck anyway).
So I grabbed a few cakes at the finish and headed home – so nice
to do a local race, I was home by 2:30, had been bathed and changed into my compression
tights (still not convinced then work but it gives the family something to
laugh at) and had my feet up infront of the TV by 3:00.
Big thanks to organisers – definitely be back next year.
Monday, 12 August 2013
Salisbury 54321 - Marathon Race Report
Ran the Marathon version of this race on Sunday - Why 54321? 5 Rivers, 4 Hills (still quite lumpy even on the non-hill part) 3 Country Estates, 2 Castles and 1 Cathedral.
Weather forecast for the race was cloudy followed by sunshine - so I was a little surprized to set off in the car to Salisbury in the pouring rain. Thankfully, it stoped just as the 50K runners were departing.
I first did this race back in 2009, they then added a 50K in 2010 and I did that too. Since then other races and holidays have distracted me and this was the first time I had been back.
This event is so well organised and yet quite low key - you basically park on the start line, get your number over the road, stand by the start/finish line at the appointed time and off you go.
Course markings were spot on, there was only one time I thought I might have gone wrong, but that was only because someone else was questioning a sign. Scenery is great all the way round, Old Sarum, Longford Castle and my favourite bit - the old Yew Forest. Terrain is mixed, single track, fire roads, country roads, chalk, concrete - you name it, it was there. ground was bone dry, no mud or puddle to plod through.
Weather started out fresh, no need for a jacket, and it soon warmed up. As time went on I started to slow, I have never been particularly good at running in the heat, I tried to keep in the shade but the sun was almost overhead - so very little cover available. The occasional breeze was very welcome though. I was wearing a cap, so took to soaking it with water at each aid station - which provided some welcome relief.
Aid stations were every 2 miles or so and I took water on at each of them, no a lot of food on offer, except at mile 15 - a nice bit of lardy cake - probably not the lightest thing to have whilst running but it was just before the Yew Forest, and running under those ancient trees following a piece of string whilst munching on lardy cake was magical.
The other surreal moment was running through Cathedral Close trying to dodge tourists as they backed up to take photos, nearly took out a few foreign students that way.
It is a great race for just running, without getting too competitive, mainly because when there are other runners around you have no idea which race they are in (as well as the Marathon, there is also a choice of 5K, 10K, 21K, 30K, 50K, plus walking versions).
Despite slowing down - I was quite pleased with the time. I was also quite pleased that my ankles held up and feet haven't swollen up to the size of an elephant - so hopefully the damage done on the SDW100 has repaired itself.
Notes
Ground Conditions: Mainly road – solid conditions under foot - dry as a bone
Weather: Hot, with some wind.
Position 26/185 (finishers)
Time: 04:08:49
Food tried: 1 ISOGEL and 1 chunk of lardy cake.
What I learnt:
Some runs are there for the cake and scenery
Slept in Compression tights - legs feel good Monday morning
Weather forecast for the race was cloudy followed by sunshine - so I was a little surprized to set off in the car to Salisbury in the pouring rain. Thankfully, it stoped just as the 50K runners were departing.
I first did this race back in 2009, they then added a 50K in 2010 and I did that too. Since then other races and holidays have distracted me and this was the first time I had been back.
This event is so well organised and yet quite low key - you basically park on the start line, get your number over the road, stand by the start/finish line at the appointed time and off you go.
Course markings were spot on, there was only one time I thought I might have gone wrong, but that was only because someone else was questioning a sign. Scenery is great all the way round, Old Sarum, Longford Castle and my favourite bit - the old Yew Forest. Terrain is mixed, single track, fire roads, country roads, chalk, concrete - you name it, it was there. ground was bone dry, no mud or puddle to plod through.
Weather started out fresh, no need for a jacket, and it soon warmed up. As time went on I started to slow, I have never been particularly good at running in the heat, I tried to keep in the shade but the sun was almost overhead - so very little cover available. The occasional breeze was very welcome though. I was wearing a cap, so took to soaking it with water at each aid station - which provided some welcome relief.
Aid stations were every 2 miles or so and I took water on at each of them, no a lot of food on offer, except at mile 15 - a nice bit of lardy cake - probably not the lightest thing to have whilst running but it was just before the Yew Forest, and running under those ancient trees following a piece of string whilst munching on lardy cake was magical.
The other surreal moment was running through Cathedral Close trying to dodge tourists as they backed up to take photos, nearly took out a few foreign students that way.
It is a great race for just running, without getting too competitive, mainly because when there are other runners around you have no idea which race they are in (as well as the Marathon, there is also a choice of 5K, 10K, 21K, 30K, 50K, plus walking versions).
Despite slowing down - I was quite pleased with the time. I was also quite pleased that my ankles held up and feet haven't swollen up to the size of an elephant - so hopefully the damage done on the SDW100 has repaired itself.
Notes
Ground Conditions: Mainly road – solid conditions under foot - dry as a bone
Weather: Hot, with some wind.
Position 26/185 (finishers)
Time: 04:08:49
Food tried: 1 ISOGEL and 1 chunk of lardy cake.
What I learnt:
Some runs are there for the cake and scenery
Slept in Compression tights - legs feel good Monday morning
Wednesday, 26 June 2013
The Childs Eye View
You always hope to inspire your kids so that they are interested in the things you do - basically because you'd quite like to turn out several mini-me versions of yourself.
My eldest boy has started running at the local Parkrun is making me proud with his efforts.
Middle child thinks he has more sense and is happy enough to watch the idiot runners run round whilst he plays on his bike or sits and watches.
Smallest child is still a little young to be running too far - but he still has the boundless energy of childhood - if he ran as much as he talked he'd be running JOGLE non-stop.
What makes it interesting is their view of you. As the SDW100 coincided with Father's Day the boys made me a well done banner. Each drew a picture of me "on route":
At the start:
Looking spritely.
At half way:
Obviously middle child though I'd be a little tired at this point. Interestingly he has my kit choice bang on too - all that is missing is the backpack.
At the end:
Although sleeping before the finish line is a little cheeky, I did crash out just after the finished line - so not all wrong
My eldest boy has started running at the local Parkrun is making me proud with his efforts.
Middle child thinks he has more sense and is happy enough to watch the idiot runners run round whilst he plays on his bike or sits and watches.
Smallest child is still a little young to be running too far - but he still has the boundless energy of childhood - if he ran as much as he talked he'd be running JOGLE non-stop.
What makes it interesting is their view of you. As the SDW100 coincided with Father's Day the boys made me a well done banner. Each drew a picture of me "on route":
At the start:
Looking spritely.
At half way:
Obviously middle child though I'd be a little tired at this point. Interestingly he has my kit choice bang on too - all that is missing is the backpack.
At the end:
Although sleeping before the finish line is a little cheeky, I did crash out just after the finished line - so not all wrong
Tuesday, 18 June 2013
SDW 100 Race Report
Despite some mid weeks nerves, I made it to the start in confident mood and to be honest I just wanted to get on with it.
The car was already packed with kit the night before so when the alarm went at 4:00 I was up, had a quick bit of breakfast and set off down the road. Fortunately I only had a 25 minute drive to the start line, so a fairly easy start (only wish the motorways were this clear all the time - make getting around the country a lot easier).
The start line was already buzzing by 5am - new arrivals parking up, others, who had camped over night, emerging from tents. After the kit check, a very sensible idea - it can come across as officious but it is for our benefit, I finished getting changed and waited for the race to start. During the wait "photographer man" asked to take a picture (he was a star all the way round smiling and dishing high-fives - happiest photographer I've ever met) and I even got interviewed by a couple a friends of another runner who were making a video of the run - brilliant idea. I saw a few faces I recognised from other races and blogs - I was especially looking out for Richard Pomperoy (been a long time stalker but our paths had not crossed!) but failed to see him - he's a speed merchant anyway so would have been way in front by the time I had run 50 yards.
6am and the race started, a couple of laps of the sports ground and we were off onto the SDW, a few nervous laughs as we claimed to have conquered the first big hill of the day (a slight 1m raise at the side of the pitch). But weather was looking excellent and everyone soon settled down into a rhythm. First quarter seemed to pass really quickly, soon hit the first aid station - full of tasty treats (the maxim - "a eating competition with a bit of running" held very true all day.
Having run over Butser hill before, today it didn't seem so bad, nice decent on the other side, where it seemed that they were preparing for another race. At the aid station in Queen Elizabeth Country Park I stopped to loosen my shoe laces, after a previous race with black toes I though if I did them up tight my toes wouldn't bash into the front of the shoe so much - not sure if this contributed to my later problems but will not tie them so tight in future.
The next few sections is a bit of blur, chatted to a few runners as we ran along side, then they would move ahead or occasionally I would. Very soon I had reached the psychologically important, over half way, point of Washington (54) - further than I had ever run before. I had a some of the best pasta sauce every and the best cup of tea (with milk and sugar) ever there. I changed my shirt and looked and my socks but thought they look fine I don't need to change them ( I was wearing injini toe shoes and they were doing a great job of keeping the feet blister free)
It was also here that I attempted by first repair of my left trainer. Just after 50 miles the sole of my left trainer had decided to depart company from the top half - running was okay - if a little noise but occasionally the sole would get caught and bend underneath the shoe. Oh bum. I was running without drop bags so had no replacement shoes. I taped them up as best I could with some micropore tape I had brought with me in case my feet needed taping up. I though it looked quite effective and should hold so after a good feed I set off back out of the aid station and up a hill (aid stations are always at the bottom of a hill).
Leaving Washington I didn't see another runner for the next 13 miles - except at one point when looked over my shoulder and saw a runner behind, next think I know he's zipped pasted me and is bounding up the hill in front - took a little while to work out that he was not involved in the race - and probably didn't have 60+ miles in his legs.
I didn't want to leave the aid station at Botolphs (61.2) so many tasty treats - sushi, cakes, dips, etc. could have eaten the lot, but there were more hills to climb and more tasty treats on route.
Left trainer was playing up again on the way so at Housedene Farm (76.6), I asked if anyone had some tape. Once of the support was a sparky and had some electrical tape - what a star so they were patched up properly and good to go. Thanks a lot - you saved my race - I did think I might have to take up barefoot running a little earlier than planned.
As night came down, the wind picked up and it was time to put on the jacket and head torch - putting on a jacket in strong wind in the dark is not easy but I wrestled it to submission and felt warmer for it.
My right foot started to play up (obviously jealous of all the attention the left foot was getting) - which meant that walking was becoming increasingly painful although running wasn't - not that it was fast running but I still had the energy to jog on forward.
Night section was good going - was apprehensive about this but actually it was fine - I had saved my GPS battery for this section and I was pleased I did, trying to follow a grassy path, surrounded by grass was tricky in places. The other bonus was that some of the supporters in the car parks along the way had flashy lights so you could get a better sense of direction - thanks to the flashers.
By this time I was convinced I would finish - the time was irrelevant - sub24 hours was in the bag so not that I was pushing myself I relaxed a little and just plodded on. I had been following a split sheet and was regularly 30 to 45 minutes ahead of schedule which I was pleased with - it was only when I looked again that I noted I had printed out one for 23 hours - so I was 1 hour and 30 minutes ahead (get in)
Became so relaxed and chatty I got told to "sod off" at Southease - quite right too.
Almost done - going into Alfriston (91.6) the GPS battery ran out but I had got through the tricky bits of navigation so shouldn't have any problems. At Alfriston - more tea served by a red squirrel - no really - who was also keen to get rid of us. Out of Alfriston and up another hill.
Less than 10 miles to go and it was just a matter of hanging in there - painful down hill on both feet now, up hill and on the flat was fine though.
First navigation mistake of the evening - ran past the final checkpoint (doh) and wasn't until I was running out of Jevington (up a hill) that I realised I had gone wrong - couple of guys behind us confirmed it, back we went for a quick check in and a few bits of food before heading out again.
The rise out of Jevington goes on and on and on and on (I remember being really really knackered on the SDW50, but this time I just plodded on and on and on.
The turning at the trig point to bring us off the SDW (which I sailed past on the SDW50) was lit up with glow sticks and was unmissable. It must have been an interesting sight to any non participants out on the course. Getting down from the SDW was hard though - all downhill and it was getting increasingly more painful and slower. Everyone else seemed to be taking the decent slowly too.
Finally I hit Eastbourne and some easy running on level(ish) tarmac - just 1.7 miles left said a helpful supporter - this bit took ages too. Still the sight of the race track and the final jog round the running track was a welcome sight - excellent place to finish.
And so I jogged across the line and was handed my buckle - I have never worked so hard for a lump of metal - I'm sure it'll go in the box under the bed with the rest of my medals never to see the light of day again - but I know it's there and I know I earned it.
So after 22:18 of relentless forward motion you stop, you sit down, have some food, more tea and then start to assess the damage. After a shuffle into the shower, top half a few rubs - I'd forgot to "body glide those bits" - idiot.
Feet looked really good - no blisters or hot spots, toe nails all present and correct. Both ankles however, where almost hidden by a large swelling. Except for the indentation of the sock line (where the socks too tight?), oh that is going to hurt later.
I changed and found some room on the floor to lie down - it would be another 7 hours or so before the bus was to arrive to take us back to the start - I didn't really settle, I thought I would be knackered but my feet keep me awake.
Around 9:00 the floor was cleared and the "bus people" gathered to have a chat in the corner of the foyer - swapping stories and watching the remaining finishers cross the line.
Getting on the bus was interesting - those steps were like Mount Everest, getting off was even worse - as for changing gear on the car on the short drive home - ouch. Very pleased to get home and get my feet up literal.
Big thanks to James and the crew for organising the event - it was superb - if someone said you can run 100 miles but you would suffer pain after it - would I still do it - of course I would.
Would I do it again though ? Not sure (I doubt the wife would let me!)
Footnote: Over the course I had a pedometer which counted out over 160000 steps, on Monday I think I managed 20, Tuesday I am rocking, I crawled up the stairs, had a bath and have over 50 steps in the bag - and it's not even lunch time.
Notes
Ground Conditions: Mainly trail – solid conditions under foot - dry as a bone
Weather: Cool dry, some wind - occasionally pushing me along.
Position 62/142 (finishers)
Time: 22:18:53
Food tried: Everything.
What I learnt:
Pain is not temporary, but the achieve will last forever.
Body glide everything
If your trainers are near the end of their life - don't add another 100 miles to them and not expect them to complain
Use drop bags for emergency just in case stuff - like new trainers, legs
The car was already packed with kit the night before so when the alarm went at 4:00 I was up, had a quick bit of breakfast and set off down the road. Fortunately I only had a 25 minute drive to the start line, so a fairly easy start (only wish the motorways were this clear all the time - make getting around the country a lot easier).
The start line was already buzzing by 5am - new arrivals parking up, others, who had camped over night, emerging from tents. After the kit check, a very sensible idea - it can come across as officious but it is for our benefit, I finished getting changed and waited for the race to start. During the wait "photographer man" asked to take a picture (he was a star all the way round smiling and dishing high-fives - happiest photographer I've ever met) and I even got interviewed by a couple a friends of another runner who were making a video of the run - brilliant idea. I saw a few faces I recognised from other races and blogs - I was especially looking out for Richard Pomperoy (been a long time stalker but our paths had not crossed!) but failed to see him - he's a speed merchant anyway so would have been way in front by the time I had run 50 yards.
6am and the race started, a couple of laps of the sports ground and we were off onto the SDW, a few nervous laughs as we claimed to have conquered the first big hill of the day (a slight 1m raise at the side of the pitch). But weather was looking excellent and everyone soon settled down into a rhythm. First quarter seemed to pass really quickly, soon hit the first aid station - full of tasty treats (the maxim - "a eating competition with a bit of running" held very true all day.
Having run over Butser hill before, today it didn't seem so bad, nice decent on the other side, where it seemed that they were preparing for another race. At the aid station in Queen Elizabeth Country Park I stopped to loosen my shoe laces, after a previous race with black toes I though if I did them up tight my toes wouldn't bash into the front of the shoe so much - not sure if this contributed to my later problems but will not tie them so tight in future.
The next few sections is a bit of blur, chatted to a few runners as we ran along side, then they would move ahead or occasionally I would. Very soon I had reached the psychologically important, over half way, point of Washington (54) - further than I had ever run before. I had a some of the best pasta sauce every and the best cup of tea (with milk and sugar) ever there. I changed my shirt and looked and my socks but thought they look fine I don't need to change them ( I was wearing injini toe shoes and they were doing a great job of keeping the feet blister free)
It was also here that I attempted by first repair of my left trainer. Just after 50 miles the sole of my left trainer had decided to depart company from the top half - running was okay - if a little noise but occasionally the sole would get caught and bend underneath the shoe. Oh bum. I was running without drop bags so had no replacement shoes. I taped them up as best I could with some micropore tape I had brought with me in case my feet needed taping up. I though it looked quite effective and should hold so after a good feed I set off back out of the aid station and up a hill (aid stations are always at the bottom of a hill).
Leaving Washington I didn't see another runner for the next 13 miles - except at one point when looked over my shoulder and saw a runner behind, next think I know he's zipped pasted me and is bounding up the hill in front - took a little while to work out that he was not involved in the race - and probably didn't have 60+ miles in his legs.
Left trainer was playing up again on the way so at Housedene Farm (76.6), I asked if anyone had some tape. Once of the support was a sparky and had some electrical tape - what a star so they were patched up properly and good to go. Thanks a lot - you saved my race - I did think I might have to take up barefoot running a little earlier than planned.
My right foot started to play up (obviously jealous of all the attention the left foot was getting) - which meant that walking was becoming increasingly painful although running wasn't - not that it was fast running but I still had the energy to jog on forward.
Night section was good going - was apprehensive about this but actually it was fine - I had saved my GPS battery for this section and I was pleased I did, trying to follow a grassy path, surrounded by grass was tricky in places. The other bonus was that some of the supporters in the car parks along the way had flashy lights so you could get a better sense of direction - thanks to the flashers.
By this time I was convinced I would finish - the time was irrelevant - sub24 hours was in the bag so not that I was pushing myself I relaxed a little and just plodded on. I had been following a split sheet and was regularly 30 to 45 minutes ahead of schedule which I was pleased with - it was only when I looked again that I noted I had printed out one for 23 hours - so I was 1 hour and 30 minutes ahead (get in)
Became so relaxed and chatty I got told to "sod off" at Southease - quite right too.
Almost done - going into Alfriston (91.6) the GPS battery ran out but I had got through the tricky bits of navigation so shouldn't have any problems. At Alfriston - more tea served by a red squirrel - no really - who was also keen to get rid of us. Out of Alfriston and up another hill.
Less than 10 miles to go and it was just a matter of hanging in there - painful down hill on both feet now, up hill and on the flat was fine though.
First navigation mistake of the evening - ran past the final checkpoint (doh) and wasn't until I was running out of Jevington (up a hill) that I realised I had gone wrong - couple of guys behind us confirmed it, back we went for a quick check in and a few bits of food before heading out again.
The rise out of Jevington goes on and on and on and on (I remember being really really knackered on the SDW50, but this time I just plodded on and on and on.
The turning at the trig point to bring us off the SDW (which I sailed past on the SDW50) was lit up with glow sticks and was unmissable. It must have been an interesting sight to any non participants out on the course. Getting down from the SDW was hard though - all downhill and it was getting increasingly more painful and slower. Everyone else seemed to be taking the decent slowly too.
Finally I hit Eastbourne and some easy running on level(ish) tarmac - just 1.7 miles left said a helpful supporter - this bit took ages too. Still the sight of the race track and the final jog round the running track was a welcome sight - excellent place to finish.
And so I jogged across the line and was handed my buckle - I have never worked so hard for a lump of metal - I'm sure it'll go in the box under the bed with the rest of my medals never to see the light of day again - but I know it's there and I know I earned it.
So after 22:18 of relentless forward motion you stop, you sit down, have some food, more tea and then start to assess the damage. After a shuffle into the shower, top half a few rubs - I'd forgot to "body glide those bits" - idiot.
Feet looked really good - no blisters or hot spots, toe nails all present and correct. Both ankles however, where almost hidden by a large swelling. Except for the indentation of the sock line (where the socks too tight?), oh that is going to hurt later.
I changed and found some room on the floor to lie down - it would be another 7 hours or so before the bus was to arrive to take us back to the start - I didn't really settle, I thought I would be knackered but my feet keep me awake.
Around 9:00 the floor was cleared and the "bus people" gathered to have a chat in the corner of the foyer - swapping stories and watching the remaining finishers cross the line.
Getting on the bus was interesting - those steps were like Mount Everest, getting off was even worse - as for changing gear on the car on the short drive home - ouch. Very pleased to get home and get my feet up literal.
Big thanks to James and the crew for organising the event - it was superb - if someone said you can run 100 miles but you would suffer pain after it - would I still do it - of course I would.
Would I do it again though ? Not sure (I doubt the wife would let me!)
Footnote: Over the course I had a pedometer which counted out over 160000 steps, on Monday I think I managed 20, Tuesday I am rocking, I crawled up the stairs, had a bath and have over 50 steps in the bag - and it's not even lunch time.
Notes
Ground Conditions: Mainly trail – solid conditions under foot - dry as a bone
Weather: Cool dry, some wind - occasionally pushing me along.
Position 62/142 (finishers)
Time: 22:18:53
Food tried: Everything.
What I learnt:
Pain is not temporary, but the achieve will last forever.
Body glide everything
If your trainers are near the end of their life - don't add another 100 miles to them and not expect them to complain
Use drop bags for emergency just in case stuff - like new trainers, legs
Monday, 10 June 2013
Nervous? You bet
So less than a week to go to the SDW100, feeling a little nervous, mainly about running through the night. Running at night is fine - happy with that, but running through it after a full day running, not done that before. I am very much a morning person and like to be tucked up in bed and fast asleep before the clock strikes 11:00, so to run through that and out the otherside will be interesting.
Still, to paraphrase Scott Jurek (who may have quoted someone else), "it isn't a challenge if there is no fear of failure."
Still a little pre-race nerves must be a good thing - a healthy respect for the distance (and respect it I do). The furthest I've gone before is 53 miles (should have been 50 but I got lost a little and hand to double back), so there is a lot to respect.
I let you know how it went.
Wednesday, 15 May 2013
Marlborough Downs Challegne - 33 miles
I’ll be up front from the start , I love this race - if I could design a
perfect race it would be very similar to this (except of course I’d win my
perfect race)
The
Marlborough Downs Challenge has all the right ingredients:
- A sensible distance: long enough to be a challenge (33 miles) but not so long that it takes all day.
- A mix of great scenery: The course runs through bluebell woods (with spring being a little late this year – they looked fantastic), rolling hills with stunning views from the top.
- Educational: The route runs passed the white horses of Marlborough (Preshute) and Cherhill . Through the ancient stones of Avesbury and runs along the top of Wansdyke earthworks.
- Aid stations: Plenty of aid stations – 8 in all, which over 33 miles is one every 4 miles, each one full of special race fuel – you can keep you gels and energy bars – fig rolls and jaffa cakes is where it is at (dark chocolate jaffa cakes at that).
- A novel memento: I have a draw full of T-shirts but a nice pottery mug made by a local pottery www.whitehorsepottery.co.uk makes a nice change and useful for showing off at work.
- Run in a loop: so much easier that point to point, no bus rides or support required to pick you up
- Hot food at the end: Nothing better than getting to the finish, getting changed (showers available here too) and being able to tuck in to hot food and a cup of tea – all very civilized.
As I said this is almost a perfect race - so how did race day pan out::
There is something magical working through a small town early in
the morning, just as it is waking up – parking is easy, people are just waking
up, setting out for a paper and runners with kit bags are marching though on
the way to registration.
Registration was hassle free with plenty of room to get changed
and have a sit down before we started. After
the course briefing we walked over the road to Marlborough College to the start
line (actually the start line moved with us). With little announcement or
fanfare, which caught most people at the back (me included) out, we were
off. This was my fourth running of the race, so I know the route quite
well, although this was the first time I actually noticed the white horse above
Marlborough (remember stop and stare – or at least stare).
The
overnight rain had made the grass at the start of the course a little slippy. I
watched the guy in front slip – assuming he had hit a rut, thinking I would not
make the same mistake, I ran wide and still did the same. The ground soon
dried out and there was very little mud on the course. Weather warmed up
too and there was a five minute period when I started to regret wearing a long
sleeved top. At that point the wind picked up and was pleased with my
decision after all.
Running
along the Wansdyke is a fantastic experience – the manual effort to create this
defensive work must have been incredible – still I was please they had created it. Running at a elevated level made for good views, the occasional gap in the dyke did mean so technical running with a very quick down followed by a very quick up. It also allowed a chain gang to form – I was at the back of 10 runners – all running at the same pace. It felt timeless, we could have been a defense party running to hold off the invading hordes (although swords and amour may have slowed us down somewhat).
The rest of the race was a joy to run, the only slip up was taking
the wrong track. I could see the
Cherwell monument in the distance and headed towards it. I should have listened to the GPS or at the
very least had a proper look at the course directions. All the information was there – I just
thought I knew better – I didn’t. All
those people I had run passed in the last hour were now ahead and I had to start picking them
off again.
With about 4 miles to go the rain started to get heavier but that didn’t
dampen down the spirits – after last months SDW50 this rain was nothing mere drizzle.
So how did I do? Well I
didn’t win, but ran better than previous years which is always good.
Notes
Ground Conditions: Mainly trail – solid conditions
under foot
Weather: Cool – not too windy, rain at the end.
Position 34/152
Time: 5:20:59
Food tried: Jaffa cakes, fig rolls, a Clif Bar.
What I learnt:
Read the directions – listen to the GPS!
The Ultra
world is a small one! I was walking back
to the car and saw a fellow runner ahead.
Started talking and he said, “yes was pure chance I did this race, I was
in a minibus going from Eastbourse to Worthing a few guy were singing the
praises of this race”. “I was in that
mini bus – and I was one of those guys” said I.
Small word or
do special idiots flock together?
Tuesday, 16 April 2013
SDW50 - Now here is the weather...
The route of the SDW 50 is a mainly trail based running from Worthing to Eastbourne, following, for the most part, the South Downs Way. Organised by Centurion Running, this was my second Centurion event having ran the NDW50 last year.
I was using this event as a recce of the course and to see if I still had enough in the legs after last weeks Compton Downs Challenge. All good training for the full distance SDW100 in a few months.
Waiting at the start line it still never ceases to amaze me the variety of people who do these events, the age range, the size range, the kit range - some opting for very minimal gear - others ready for an expedition to the north pole.
The SDW50 is a mainly trail based run from Worthing to Eastbourne - following, for the most part the South Downs Way. Organised by Centurion running, this was my second Centurion event having ran the NDW50 last year.
I was using this event as a recce of the course and to see if I still had enough in the legs after last weeks Compton Downs Challenge. All trying for the full distance SDW100 in a few months.
It still never ceases to amaze me the variety of people who do these events, the age range, the size range, the kit range - some opting for very minimal gear - others ready for an expedition.
From the safety briefing at the start we were warned of the weather conditions, you can't run in this country without running in "weather", however, the difference here is if you are running around home, you can always shorten your run and easily find your way back. Up on the Downs - you are remarkably remote.
So at 09:00 we set off. Weather as in all these long distance runs plays a big part. We started in warm sunshine - which caused may people to strip off their jackets, hats and gloves after a few minutes.
Conditions under foot were pretty good, not too slippy and not too many puddles. That soon changed, volume wise the rain probably wasn't that heavy, but up on the Downs, exposed - the wind drove it hard - mainly stinging the face. I have never need to use the hood on my jacket before, but it was certainly used today.
The next few hours were a case of head down looking out for course markings and trying to keep going. Regular aid stations held keep me going. I was often in a small group of runner, nobody said much - it would be lost in the wind, we run one together, sometimes in a line, sometimes side by side. occasionally one would point to a course marker and we would nod and carry on. Strange sense of feeling that you are all in it together - perhaps we are social animals after all.
With all the rain the last few hills of the race had turned into streams. At least the visibility had improved and it was easier to see - this section must have been really tough in the dark.
Last section in Eastbourne was good flat pavement running, seemed to go round the houses a lot and often thought that the end would be just round the corner - eventually the athletics track came into view. Did think as I ran the last 400m that running on a nicely laid track feels really good - perhaps 50 miles on this stuff would be easier (certainly a lot flatter).
So that was that, got changed and got the shuttle bus back to the start.
Notes
Ground Conditions: road and trail - trail was wet and slippy
Weather: Warm to start, wet and cold in the middle and end - very windy.
Position 24/157
Time: 8:56:10
Food tried: Mars bars, gels, peanuts, coke, some Gu squares (my hands were so weak I had to ask a marshal to open the packet for me), cake.
What I learnt:
If "clearing your nose" do check behind you as someone may be sneaking up behind you
Gels and other packet items can be quite hard to open in the cold - pre-cut with scissors to help.
(The photo isn't me - but shows just how bad the weather was)
Compton Download Challenge 20/40
Arrived early at Race HQ, just as things were getting set up. Weather was clear but cold, given the conditions I decided to layer up. Was also testing out a new backpack (Raidlight Olmo 5L) - so if I I needed to strip off later I had somewhere to stuff the removed layers.
The course is usually run as a figure of eight - two loops of twenty miles each - however flooding on the course meant that the 40 mile race would be run over the same loop.
Conditions were excellent, route was easy to follow and marshals were everywhere.
Completing the first lap it is always a tough one getting going again. The smiling faces of the the 20 milers turning right seemed to say: come this way, you don't need to do it all again, food is just around the corner....
I turned left and did it all again. The knowledge of the course now helped - I knew where the hills were. The sun had come out, and so had the families and dog walkers. It was a great afternoon to run, views over the downs were terrific, normally the only contact I have to this area is zipping by on the A34. Will have to come back and explore at a more leisurely pack
Notes
Ground Conditions: road and trail - trail was dry (no mud)
Weather: Very Cold to start , warm by the end.
Position 24/101
Time: 6:45:08
What I learnt: The longer the race, the more varied the weather can be.
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