If you need one contact Doc Marlow as ex-Captain-now-current-Captain-again Collo is away for a bit.
Its that time of year (mid August) when we need to be thinking about Christmas. Edwinstowe is back on again his year, the club will pay both the coach and entry fees (its feeling festive).
We will do a block booking for entries, which if you can send to me I will collate. Likely need DOB and T-Shirt size. Will discuss food at a later date.
Title says it all really. Take some midge spray.
Manchester Marathon – not so much a secret, more a ‘prevention of people worrying about the fat lad until the very last minute’. Having failed in the club ballot for London, my intention was to concentrate on running miles early in the year and see where I was by Spring. I generally average 100 mile months, although do dip as low as 60/70 where I increase bike and swim. I thought if I could tick over the miles, throw in a long run and see how I felt as the date approached, I could always drop out and nobody would ever know. Having said that, I may be many things, but I’m not really a drop out, it’s not in my nature.
Setting off from home at 0600 Saturday morning for the lakes, Hinchcliffe (full of cold), Restell (full of pork pie), Danj (full of enthusiasm) and Leyland (full of sh*t) made the 120 mile journey to Keldwigkingham or somewhere to start a ‘recce’ of stage 1.
Here is an extract from website for those who don’t know:
‘All our members have successfully completed The Bob Graham Round; the 66 mile, 27,000 ft circuit of 42 of the highest peaks in the English Lake District within 24 hours.
First done way back in 1932 by Bob Graham, hotelier of Keswick, Cumberland, at the age of 42, the 42 Peak Round has become a testing ground for the supremely fit. Each summer around 100 of the most highly tuned ultra-distance fell runners will attempt the 27,000 ft of ascent within the allotted 24 hours. Only one in three will return to the Keswick Moot Hall before the clock runs down. Most of the rest will be back again …!’
So, in summary, it’s sheer lunacy. Because it runs over 24hrs, athletes need to know their route and navigate the course through day and night. We left the car park a little before 0900, with a Macdonalds breakfast (not a healthy Scottish serving as the name may suggest). Approaching the first fork in the road, with the path naturally bearing left and a right that had the forbidding ‘no public footpath/no cars’, we of course went right. This was a minor error, that then saw us climb fences, take a steep incline in thick heavy mud and generally start on an amusing note. Danj, soon corrected us and we were back on track. We then started a long climb up Skiddarangoon, or whatever it’s called. This was a lung buster, I know I’m as fit as I’ve ever been, but this is a different proposition. I already had doubts I could maintain any sort of pace that wouldn’t slow the others too much. Hinchcliffe wanted to actually talk deep and meaningful on the way up, the silly plank, I couldn’t breathe, other than to say shut up. The trail on this section wasn’t too bad, snow either side but plenty of grip, although the higher we got, it was evident snow would play a part.
We reached the summit, what a summit, the views were UNBELIEVABLE! clear blue skies and a snow covered Lake District, we were above the fog and clouds……..
Anyway, mustn’t dawdle, keep moving, down the other side, snow, snow, snow, thigh deep in places made the descent tricky and energy sapping, if not hilarious and fun. The skinny lads, them three, managed in parts to walk on the frozen snow, but 18 stone me was going knee deep and more with every step, much their amusement and my annoyance……….
Not long then another ascent, it didn’t look as bad as Skiddarangoon, but it was. Knee deep snow with no defined trail to follow meant full effort needed to get up Great Steep Thing, or whatever it was called. Again, lungs working hard, thighs burning, sweat dripping……….get to the top, have a rest and sandwich? No, keep moving, bloody hell Danj ! The snow was even deeper, making it even harder, funnier and more fun getting down. The ‘Skinnies’ bum sliding large sections, the ‘Fatty’ trying but sinking in every 5 metres, looking back up the hill, you see a perfect cast of my arse on each, sinking episode, in contrast to the lovely etchings of the ‘skinnies’.
We then considered the last climb of Hetty Wainthrope or go round, the snow made us take the latter route, making it a longer course, but less elevation. It was the sensible option in the deep snow and the ‘go round’ was still hard work in the snow and a few uphill drags.
Getting back to the car was a huge relief for me, I was done. The course was 15 miles, we were out five and half hours. A fair effort by any standards. Now pitch that one stage against the whole challenge, 66-72 miles, 42 peaks, 26,000ft of elevation (Everest)…………..
Harewood Half Marathon
This was the first running of this half, organised by British Heart Foundation, £23 entry and option to donate raise sponsorship. I was dubious about how hard it would be. I’m not now.
Starting behind the house, the course winds off through the fields and onto a road to the rear, it’s approx. 2 miles of steady downhill, give or take, then it became a winding, snaking, rollercoaster of a course, mainly on muddy trail paths and grass. I was amazed and upset at parts with how many hills there were, although the day before had ‘toughened’ me up I think.
The scenery and views, where it was possible to look up were great, long views of the house and the surrounding hills, some lovely woodland and rolling fields……..hard going across the grass but some comfort knowing that regardless of time, it was a good session. Three drink stations spread through course, well marshalled, although some athletes cut some corners (I didn’t and got some odd looks). The mile markers were a out by about .2 and I was worried it would be short, marker 12 showed at 11.5 ! But the course came out at 13.5 on my watch and many others. A long course in the end, with a brutal finish. It took you up the hill in front of house, similar to Cusworth, then back down and up again round back. It found a few out as many walked sections of course. I ran every step (very slowly in parts).
Overall, a good race that I think will grow, about 1000 took part. I will be doing it again, but hopefully not on the back of a day in Lakes and a lanced toenail to drain blood so I could get my trainer on………….
We’re a diverse bunch us ADRCers. We have our ‘elite’ road runners, we have our cross country stalwarts, we even have Collo and his love of Shabby Chic. We also have our nutters. The Danj’s who like the isolation of sitting in the mountains drinking condensation with nipple clamps on…….we have the makings of a Tri team scattered in and amongst. We have our obstacle runners…….This is why I write today.
Sunday 32nd January is Tough Guy 2015 , so tough it has it’s own date. Duncan and I will be travelling to Wolverhampton to take on the ultimate in obstacle running. The toughest, coldest challenge there is. I’m now a veteran of Tough Mudder, Total Warrior, Spartan, Yorkshire Warrior, Pain Barrier. Duncan is a veteran of many things, he is an Ironman, 140.6 mile in one go across 3 disciplines. Whilst I would never compare Tough Guy to Ironman, I will say it’s one of the hardest things I’ve done and I include Marathon running in that.
The drop out rate is huge, people can’t finish the course for various reasons, injury and hypothermia being two. The course is a gruelling 9 miler of knee deep mud, steep, hands on the floor, inclines. It is also a course that has water round every corner, some knee deep, some that submerges you completely, icy, glassy, so cold it burns, water. It’s the cold that does most damage, to the mind and the body, I have run alongside people crying, I have watched people drop out. I have watched people finish and it’s for this reason any of us do what we do. Pain is temporary, pride is forever.
This Sunday promises to rank among one of the tougher events because of the harsh winter weather we’ve seen……
Spare a thought for us while you’re out hitting the road or in hitting the Sunday roast, whatever we do, we’re linked by running, there are times we hate it, times we love it, but rarely do we finish a run and not feel a sense of pride that whilst it would be easier to sit and do nothing, running cleanses the body and strengthens the mind, allegedly……….
Pontefract racecourse played host to the debut of one of Askern DRC’s finest moments, the erection of our flag……I’ll be honest, tears were shed, watching Duncan raise the flag, with tenderness and care, as though it was his third child, one that Julie reluctantly agreed to take in.
We will ignore that when asking the Askern athletes arriving if they saw the flag, the response of ‘no we just saw Steve’ failed to take the shine off the fact we had a flag and two chairs. This was an event !
The Senior ladies saw ‘I’m so’ Kelly Raven return after a lay off to join ‘Ber Torrington and ‘Benny’ Peacock (woolly hat). The course was heavy going and books seemed reluctant to take money on any of our athletes.
The senior men had a great turn out, Collo, Winter, Goodair, ‘Mark’s’ Joe, Pearce x 2, ‘Joe’s’ Mark, ‘Hernia’ Guttridge, Debutant ‘Clean shoes’ Rammo and Leyland, a donkey at a racetrack.
Link to results below, see you at the Nationals.
- 08/04/15 Merry Lads, Lodge Moor
- 22/04/15 Wombwell ALC School
- 29/04/15 Low Bradfield
- 13/05/15 Wagon & Horses, Oxspring
Lightwater Valley played host again, a windy day saw lorries overturned on the A1, an early warning I may have to lose some pace to avoid being blown over.
Amber and Christine formed the ladies team (4 to count). Christine went for a ‘hoody wrap to warm her behind’ look, while amber opted for the ‘why am I doing this’ look……..ladies doing 1 short and 2 big laps. The going wasn’t too bad underfoot, although a bit of headwind on parts of the course.
The men’s team were sweating that I would have to count to make up the team, but thankfully ‘Terminator’ Marlow made the start with 5 mins to spare, citing lack of flag for poor timekeeping. It was pointed out that it’s all very well having a flag with nobody to look after it…….the case continues.
Collo, Winter, Goodair, Marlow, Pearce (D), Guttridge made up the team of 6, with me making up the B team (in weight alone). I really do get value for money and 1 short and 4 big laps meant I could see everyone lap me before continuing on a solo last lap with the tail enders. The Brownlee’s were a no show.
Another character building cross country, we don’t know why we do it, but we love it when we have…..
Results attached. Next up is the Northerns at Ponte Racecourse on 24th Jan. If I was a horse, I’d be shot, so could be interesting.