Tag: Race reports

  • UTS 100K

    UTS 100K

    Robin Leathley writes:

    3 a.m. The alarm goes off on my phone. Finally, the day has arrived: Ultra Trail Snowdonia 100K. I had trained for six months and somehow stayed injury-free, an absolute miracle! Previously, I’d struggled with Achilles tendonitis and various hip twinges. During the taper, both had flashed warning signs, but I’d experienced phantom pains before and cursed my mind for being so cruel.


    Before I knew it, the countdown had finished, and we were off at 4:45 a.m. Heading up the Llanberis path, it was warm but clear. Most people walk the majority of the path up to the Bwlch Glas. I chose to do the same, determined not to start too fast in my first-ever 100K race. Perhaps more challenging than other 100K races, this one has 6,400 metres of climbing. To most people’s astonishment, I was doing it without poles. Many expressed genuine concern at my decision. I was asked a few times, “What races have you done in the build-up?” The only race I could recall that came close was The Bullock Smithy. “It was 93K with 2,500 metres of climb, no, near enough 3,000!” I said nervously. Little did they know, I did this four years ago now but I didn’t want them to worry. I knew I’d had a really strong training block and just needed to believe in myself.


    I made it up to Bwlch Glas (988 metres) in 1 hour and 15 minutes, a bit slower than anticipated (this would become a theme). You’re then directed onto the Pyg track, and as usual with Snowdonia, it was filled with tourists, even at 6 a.m. Navigating down the rocky steps and stones of this path is a pain, and you descend 600 metres in a short amount of time. I was very wary of how my quads would handle this race, so I walked a good bit of the steps and tried my best to ignore the people bounding down around me. Play it safe, Robin, play it safe; there’s a long way to go.


    At Pen-Y-Pass was one of many amazing aid stations throughout the route. I filled my water again, another 1.5 litres, and carried on up Glyder Fawr (980 metres). There is a little scrambling on this section but nothing too tricky, though not something you can practise outside of the mountains. The descent down Glyder Fawr takes you through the “Devil’s Kitchen,” where you pick your way down rocks and steps again, but even slower this time. Average pace for this race gets completely thrown out the window. There’s then a lovely path alongside a lake, and you ascend a path around the side of Tryfan (Bwlch Tryfan, 726 metres). It looked glorious that day, but I didn’t want to waste time staring; the next aid station was just down the hill!


    There was a huge roar of applause at the next aid station at Glan Dena, the first checkpoint that allowed your support crew. I didn’t bring one, but the extra bodies welcoming you in made a difference, and you really needed the lift before the next, arguably hardest, climb. The heat was starting to get through now. It had only been 24 km, but I’d been out for nearly five hours already. I knew I was on course for 20-22 hours; I just needed to keep moving forward! This climb tops out on a ridge with Carnedd Dafydd (1,044 metres) and further on Carnedd Llewelyn (1,064 metres), only 22 metres shy of the summit of Snowdon, so it’s no joke getting up there! The sharp rocks scattered across the trail mean you have to keep your focus. I met a guy up there who looked like he was having a hard time. Questioning why he’d signed up for this race, I tried to encourage him, telling him he’d done the hardest climbs already, but he was on a real low. I learned he’d done no elevation training for the race whatsoever—absolutely crazy! I told him he’d done bloody well to reach this point and that the next bits were easier. I wish I’d taken his number to see if he finished, but I didn’t. Mystery man, I hope you finished.


    The next sections off the ridge were much easier, onto the first bit of flat ground to a nice lakeside trail. Two guys with a freezer bag full of ice had freeze pops earlier, but I wasn’t quick enough. I waved past them, not really listening to what they said, only to find out later it was Gary House and Robbie Britton (24-hour distance British record holder). I was gutted to learn later I’d ran past one of my personal heroes. Goodbye Gary. The next sections weren’t so hilly, and I made it down to the 50K halfway checkpoint at Capel Curig with the help of a bit of pizza.


    Upon descending into the checkpoint, a kid on a wall shouted my race number down the trail, “1299!” A further “1299” echoed down the zigzag path. When I reached the bottom, a cluster of kids in “Trail Fam” t-shirts shouted, “Give me an R, Give me an O, Give me a B, I, N! ITS ROBIN!!” and then erupted into applause. It was such a beautiful moment; I was completely taken aback and nearly cried. I’ve since looked up Trail Fam, and they do such lovely charitable work in getting people outdoors. I’ll be trying to raise money for them in the future after this unforgettable memory. It really is the small things in these long races that stick with you.


    At halfway, I changed my socks and t-shirt, restocked food and drink, and left after about 20 minutes. It should have been shorter, but I really needed to gather myself after that seriously tough first 50K. I left reminding myself to just keep going. Time wasn’t a factor anymore; I could pretty much walk the rest of the race and make it through the cutoffs if I needed to.

    Up Moel Siabod (872 metres), I met a couple of guys who were a great laugh. I wish I could have stuck with them for the entire race, but I was moving a little better now and wanted to capitalise on it while I could. The climb up Siabod is tough but straightforward. You can see the top of the hill early; you just have to keep striding. I had nailed down my walking-with-hands-on-thighs technique by this point and was so proud to have reached over 4,000 metres of elevation—more than I’d ever done! At the top of this mountain, I began saying to myself, “You can do this, you can actually do it!” Still, I restrained myself on the long grassy descent to the next checkpoint. I wanted to stay in complete control. I’d listened to dozens of podcasts on ultras, about how things can go wrong at any minute, whether it be cramps, stomach issues, injuries, etc. Control the controllables, I thought.


    After the next checkpoint at 63 km, I teamed up with another runner, Alex Holt. This is where the race turned on its head. I’d been plodding along the first two-thirds of the race, tentatively picking through the terrain, with the target of completion and nothing else. I wanted the stones; I wanted to enter UTMB, the ultimate trail race. For the last third of the race, however, I felt bold, strong, fresh even! Running and chatting with Alex had completely distracted me from the 40 miles I’d already covered. We charged through the course, passing people left and right, marching up the back of Snowdon to the summit faster than I could have ever imagined. I kept looking down at my legs thinking, “Are you sure?? Can you honestly keep this up??” I couldn’t believe my training had been this good. Had I underestimated my ability on this course completely?


    It didn’t stop there. We flew down the Ranger path off the top of Snowdon (1086 metres) to the 50-mile/80Km checkpoint. With a quick changeover of food and drinks, we didn’t waste much time. Earlier in the race, I’d been crushing ready salted crisps and pouring them into my mouth to hold off cramps, but I hadn’t felt a twinge in ages. I truly think the distraction and competition with Alex had pushed me to new heights, to the point that my body believed in me more than I did!

    There were only two more mountains left to conquer before the final descent into Llanberis: Mynydd Mawr (698 metres) and Moel Eilio (726 metres). Wrapped up in deep conversation, we chatted through the next 10K into the darkness and finally turned on headtorches. Alex began to pull away on this next descent, which was pretty tricky with rocks, tight trails, and the beginnings of bogs. I had to let him go. “Run your own race,” “Don’t do anything foolish now,” so many sayings from the countless hours of lessons I’d listened to, ringing in my ears.


    Upon reaching the final checkpoint at 90K (on my watch anyway), I told Alex to go on ahead. “I can’t keep up with that pace; you go on ahead.” His reply was, “Do you wanna give it a try?” I looked up and with very little hesitation said, “No.” He, myself and the volunteers all laughed.

    I pretty much pushed him out the door while I tried to find anything that my stomach could hack, but all I could face were chocolate digestives. Spoiler alert: they did the trick. Navigating the forest and boggy trails of the next section wasn’t easy, but I was struck with such a free feeling. I’d reached the final section! I was going to do it! I was going to finish my first 100K race—and not just any race, a bloody hard one at that! No poles. Hours of hard training, regardless of the weather. I’d been ruthless in making sure I put the work in. I actually shouted out upon reaching the final hill, “I’m going to do it! I’m going to do it!!” I held back tears and was determined not to break. I wanted to finish this strong. I wanted to do myself proud. I charged up Moel Eilio and even faster down it, all the way back to Llanberis. I passed 15 people in this last 10K; I was just so excited to finish.


    One kilometre from the end, I passed someone else and felt them surge behind me. Did I really want to fight even harder for one more position? He came up alongside me, and before I tried to muster another gear, I realised it was Alex. It was such a surprise to see him; I’d assumed he’d finish 15 minutes before me, but I must have crushed the downhill to have caught him. It was a real joy to finish the race with him, and we ran it in together. It felt like the perfect finish to the race. I crossed the line and stood in disbelief for a moment as they put the medal on me. I’d done it—I’d completed the Ultra Trail Snowdonia 100K. I gave my brother a huge hug and pretty much collapsed on a bench.


    I would say that I can’t believe I did it, but I always knew I could. My belief in myself never wavered in this race, and when facing a course as tough as this, you need that kind of mentality. What surprised me was how well my legs handled the climbs and descents—who knew they had it in them! They say you learn more from your failures, but I learned so much about my body in this race, and I won’t forget it. For my next ultramarathon, I’m going to hit it a bit harder. Let’s see how much it can take. The Bullock Smithy, let’s be ‘avin you.

  • Hit The Trail

    Hit The Trail

    Chris Tetley writes:

    So it begins, the 2024 championship season, well apart from parkruns. Hit The Trail was the first full race of the 2024 season of championship races. Twelve of us turned out for this five-mile trail race on a chilly Sunday morning.

    The race runs along trails through the Reddish Vale country park just outside Stockport. They warned us it might be muddy in places, and it didn’t disappoint. They also mentioned the odd “puddle” or two and yes there were a couple of sections that had been flooded. Can I say the second one was particularly cold. Still, it washed the mud off our shoes, and we soon warmed up on the uphill finish.

    Results

    John Moore35:041st V60
    Wayne Grant36:16
    Brian Holland37:461st V65
    Roy Whittle40:06
    Mary Jones42:33
    Paul Hunt43:21
    Ita Kelly43:041st V60
    Christine Bowen46:30
    Claire Elsworth47:52
    Stuart Keen47:47
    Chris Tetley48:46
    Jane Keen57:24
    Emma Martin59:09

    Thanks to Jon-Paul Kearns for the pictures

  • Buxton Carnival 4

    Written by Chris Bowen.

    Just over two weeks since I finished the Spine Challenger North, I found myself on the start line for the Buxton Carnival 4. “A bit short for you” said someone I know from Pennine.

    Several of us had travelled by train from Whaley, meeting some Glossopdale members on the way -having a chat with them made for a sociable start to the afternoon. The train was delayed in Chapel but after a quick trot to registration to collect numbers, we made our way to the start with time to spare.

    Thunderstorms were forecast but it was just drizzle that was falling as we suddenly set off down from Spring Gardens. This made for a cooler race than it might have been as it was a humid day. The long climb up St John’s Road was not as bad as I remembered and I overtook Christine H and then Moira. Ita was way in front in by this time. Moira quickly passed me again as we turned the corner and we headed downhill back towards the Pavilion gardens. A quick cut across town and we were back up for the second climb up St John’s Road. I wasn’t as quick this time and Moira stayed ahead of me. Very soon we were heading down to the finish in the Market Square.

    After waiting for all Striders to finish and the usual congratulations, we headed back to registration to get our bags. We decided to have a beer before our train back and so were still there for the prize-giving. This was fortuitous as Christine H, Ita, Moira and James Rees had all won their age categories and we collected a table full of prizes! Well done to all!

    PS My quads are still sore. 160 miles of the Pennine Way – not a problem but 4 miles of road is a different matter.

    Results

    Nathan Porter23:35
    Robin Leathley24:00
    James Rees26:20
    Wayne Grant26:59
    Matt Biglin29:12
    Brian Holland30:22
    Paul Hunt33:46
    Ita Kelly33:54
    Moira Hunt35:36
    Chris Bowen35:46
    Christine Hill36:21
    Stuart Keen37:39
    Chris Tetley38:13
    Jane Keen46:02
  • Hathersage Gala Fell Race

    Hathersage Gala Fell Race

    Robin writes:

    Upon reviewing the entry list, I thought it would be a small party at Hathersage, only to find that there were many striders entering on the day! 11 striders in total made the race, to continue the streak of a really well attended fell championship this year. (great race picking Kieran!)

    Initially I thought it was strange to be given a leg tracker pre-race for timing, but it later became clear it was a great idea!

    206 of us huddled onto a small taped off bit of grass for the pre-race briefing, nothing to note from the RD apart from the route would not be diverted by cows like a race a couple weeks ago. After shuffling onto the road it was a very congested start. It was made clear that we should all keep to the left on the road and bless weren’t people obedient of that. I did however use that to skip past on the right as once again, I’d let myself start too far back in the pack. 

    The race curves up a trail after a few hundred metres and your heart rate is elevated almost immediately with no reprieve for the first mile and a half with so much climb, before you reach the top of Over Owler Tor, what a name! There isn’t much room for overtaking on this race, whereas most would be happy with this, I was racked with guilt for holding people up on the climbs. Tired legs from the fast mile from the race before took their toll faster than I’d hoped and I graciously moved to the side when heavy breathing behind me became to burdensome for me to bear. 

    Once at the top after the narrow trails opened up at last, it was very reminiscent of the top of most of the edges around there, Stanage, Curbar, Frogatt, lots of rocks to dance around. A welcome shower of wind and rain helped cool me down at this point as I thanked the marshals who’d drawn the short straw on the tops. I should say all the marshals were brilliant, lots of clapping/encouragement, really a fantastic job. 

    After coming off the top of Higger Tor, I knew that if I’d kept Rob Nock at bay, that the 60 points would be mine, as I glanced round I hoped that perhaps he wouldn’t be in sight and I could run down to the finish a bit easier….sadly not he was only 5-6 seconds behind! Bollocks. Pushing to end are we Rob? Damn it. 

    With a wonderful descent of grass, road, trail, I pushed it as much as I could, passed a few and sprinted with whatever I had left around the school field to the finish. 33rd in the end, but the time was more-or-less what I was aiming for so I was happy and I secured the 60 points with Rob coming in 45 seconds or so later. I knew it was going to be close! 

    A great race, one which was hard fought but I’ll definitely go back for again, as it seems, fell racing just sucks you in like this. I’ve never done fell races in short sequences like this year, but man are they addictive. It’s 3 weeks till Brassington and I’m gutted I have to wait till then! 

    Last point to note was that with the leg tracker, the Hathersage team had put together a live results screen scrolling through all the positions as soon as you came in, wow, what a great idea and one I may have to look into for the future!

    Results

    Robin Leathley36:43
    Rob Nock37:28
    Col Allott39:12
    Thomas Penn39:37
    Wayne Grant40:03
    Chris Randall42:11
    James McGill43:18
    Bec Day45:20
    Brian Holland45:58
    Julia Carter53:29
    Pete Fotheringham61:20
    [Ed: Bec is officially Summer Fell champion! And Robin has all but secured the men’s champs. Check out the tables here.]
    • Distance: 7.3 km / 4.5 mi
    • Ascent:  325 m / 1066 ft
  • Hope Wakes Fell Race (continued)

    Hope Wakes Fell Race (continued)

    by Rob Nock

    9 Striders took part in the Hope Fell Race on Wednesday evening. Heavy rain from earlier in the day mostly retreated to leave a mild but moody June evening. 

    Race HQ at Hope Sports Club was busy with the 185 participants.  The race began with a crowded lap around the school field, elbows out, before heading out through the village. 

    A flat(ish) first mile, was followed by a steep climb up the first of two hills Wooler Knoll.  The initial crowds were now stretched out. There followed a fast technical descent into woods before the second climb of the course up Win Hill.  Here the heather taunted legs and pulled at our shoe laces as we staggered on.  

    The pay off though was a fantastic sweeping mile descent through slick fields before a final push home.

    The Striders were well represented across the age categories with a highlight being 2nd in the W40 for Bec Day.

    Pete F’s report from Strava
    > Dead last, dead hard, dead good!

    Finally, here’s a post from 2019, including a report on that year’s edition of this race.

  • Hope Wakes Fell Race

    Nine Striders raced in Hope, with Rob first over the line for GVS and 38th of 185 runners overall. In the third change of leader in as many races, reigning Summer Fell Champ Wayne takes the front in the latest tables. Bec has all but sealed the ladies title after 6 of 9 races.

    Fuller report to follow from Rob Nock …

    [+Neilio]

    Results

    Rob Nock54:07
    Wayne Grant58:53
    Neil Colquhoun62:14
    Connor Lomax 63:15
    Bec Day64:42
    Brian Holland65:09
    Roy Whittle69:48
    Andrew Dobson73:04
    Peter Fotheringham91:38

    Route details

    • Distance: 9.5km / 5.9mi
    • Ascent: 451m / 1480ft
  • DCRO Dash

    The Dash is a fast, tough race over the hills south-west of Castleton. It’s a major fundraiser for the Derbyshire Cave Rescue Organisation.

    Bec Day was our on site reporter for this race.

    Only 5 of us this evening. For those that don’t know this race has a very British start and a brutal finish. Once the initial climb is done it’s totally runnable. It was perfect conditions for the 45 minutes waiting for the start, unfortunately once the race had started the rain stopped and the sun came out and it was far too bloody hot! The boys had points to contend for and had a good race. It was a good evening for all involved.

    Bec Day won the V40 category. It was a sprint for the line between Chris, Connor and Matt, with only twenty seconds separating them.

    Bec and Thomas Penn now lead the way in the latest tables, after 5 of 9 races in the Summer Fell Champs.

    Results

    Thomas Penn 49:55
    Chris Randall52:15
    Connor Lomax52.35
    Matt Biglin52.37
    Bec Day57.13

    Route details

    • Distance: 8.5km / 5.3mi
    • Ascent: 370m / 1200ft
  • Tideswell Inter Inns 5k

    Written by the unofficial strider, Wilf D’Cruz aged 9:

    15 Goyt Valley Striders turned up to a well attended (109 people raced) 5km race starting at the Star Inn. Starting speedily at 19:00, the race commenced flat though Tideswell and up the big hill and then down into Litton. It was well supported there and curved back up the hill and then down again into Tideswell. I expect some fast sprint finishes from GVS.

    Well done to Nathan coming 6th overall as well as the winner Charles Bell. Ita came first v60 woman and Rob coming first v40 man and I came 2nd u11 boy with my new PB: 22:57. Most of us had a most deserved drink after at the finish pub, the Horse and Jockey. Everyone did very well, I must say.

    [ed] One team photo missed John, and one missed Bec. Sorry, John.

    Results

    Nathan Porter18:10
    Rob Nock19:05
    John Moore21:03
    Matt Biglin21:54
    Wilf D’Cruz22:57
    Kieran Smallbone22:58
    Brian Holland23:18
    Andrew Dobson24:06
    Rebecca Day25:20
    Ita Kelly25:36
    Aidan Grant26:02
    Jamie Mifflin26:15
    Shaun Hall27:00
    Christine Hill27:14
    Sarah Millington41:45

    Route Details

  • Boar’s Head

    Robin writes:

    Arriving nice and early with Kieran and Connor, we embarked on a modest 1 kilometre warm up on what looked ideal racing conditions, a nice breeze and beautiful early evening sunshine. With 11 striders posing for the team photo, including new Strider Jamie who’d picked THIS race as his first ever race, we lined up for the start. With the race split up with 3 checkpoints, there’s portions of self-navigation leaving runners to decide which route across Lyme Park is fastest. 

    The Race Director at last minute before announcing go, decided to make certain other amendments to the course known, but due to a loud and excitable crowd of runners, I only caught, “nesting curlews” and “don’t go this way”. Worried for my pre-planned route to the left of Lantern Woods I thought following the person in front would be fine, if they were listening…

    Chatting with a Wilmslow Strider (boo strider is ours) on the start line, he warned me of a fast start ruining his race last year, so what did I do, charged ahead of him before he later passed me just before the cage. We’re a stubborn bunch us runners aren’t we. I was happy with my route across to the cage, it seemed to cut out a good portion, “a nice start” I thought. On route up, there were 2 or 3 runners cursing their friend for suggesting this race, laughing and joking while I struggled to stay ahead breathing heavily wondering how they sounded so fresh! As soon as I rounded the cage, I immediately abandoned my plan and charged down to the reverse of the park run route, encountering a large group of deer I would have otherwise missed, so wonderfully fortunate. For the first time on a fell race I happened to be wearing a vest with my phone in so I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take a video, simultaneously dropping my car key and losing precious seconds, I got the footage I needed and charged on. 

    The climb up to Bowstones from this side is much steeper but I was relieved to see I wasn’t the only one reduced to walking, although I did fear that I must be further back in the pack than I’d realised, I’ll catch a few on the downhill I hoped. Finally up and over the stile past Bowstones I charged across the Gritstone Trail after the few in my sights. Turning back down to Lyme Park, skipping along with a big grin in the reverse direction I saw Col Allott offering a “Well done Robin”, “Keep going Robin”? I can’t recall, it was encouraging nonetheless! 

    The second half of the course is much better than the first, although undulating you can really make up some time if you like downhill, which I adore. Taking a couple over each section, I knew I was making my way through the field which felt great. I then found a pair who were very much my equals. The first I accidentally closed a gate on the back of his shoe taking it nearly completely off, upon which he called “Sabotage! I’ve been cheated!” He wasn’t serious, I don’t think…I did linger behind him while he re-slotted his foot in his shoe as a gesture of good faith anyway. 

    Upon the final descent back down to the Boars Head, I got past the sabotee(?) and set off after the only other I could beat in the time remaining, a Sedgley Strider (boo again). My competitive nature can’t abide another Strider being ahead of me, even if they’re not Goyt Valley. I managed to pass him in the last 400 metres or so but was chased by heavy breathing over the line to finish 21st, take that Sedgley. 

    What a cracking race, one I’ll definitely do again and would highly recommend.


    Results

    Robin Leathley54:23
    Wayne Grant59:33
    Thomas Penn61:13
    John Moore63:04
    Ivan Whigham65:19
    Connor Lomax66:25
    Kieran Smallbone66:29
    Roy Whittle72:37
    Andrew Dobson74:43
    Rebecca Day81:36
    Jamie Mifflin84:06
  • A View From The Back: Herod Farm

    A View From The Back: Herod Farm

    by Pete Fotheringham

    Herod Farm is the first race in this year’s GVS Summer Fell series. No-one I’ve spoken to seems to like the race, and just about everyone refers to it as “Horrid Farm”. This is probably because, whereas most shortish fell races go up a hill, along a bit then down the hill again, Herod Farm does that twice. Up the same hill. So I’m not exactly bursting with the thrill of anticipation as I make my way to registration at the Reliance Garage on Turnlee Road in Glossop, on a pleasant Wednesday evening. It’s lucky the weather is warm and dry, as Race HQ is in the open air, and there isn’t a pub within sensible walking distance.

    I think the start is somewhere around here

    I bump into a few Striders, though I thought there would be a few more: maybe the others are saving themselves for the races that only go up a hill once.

    I’m quite relaxed because I’ve been pretty organised (for me). Not only have I completed the registration form in advance, and brought my own safety pins for my race number, I’ve also done a recce. Actually, I’ve done two, but the first one was a minor disaster involving getting a bit lost and a bit cold, and beating a hasty retreat back to the car. The second was OK though – a pleasant morning walk with Helen, taken at a relaxed pace, in very pleasant weather – and I’m quite happy that I know what’s coming and where I’m going. I even have a plan!

    I’ve mentioned before that I have a running mantra which goes: “You’re doing this to enjoy yourself, no need to rush, it’s not a race!”. This works quite well for me, even when it actually is a race. I’m not that interested in racing, I know I’m not going to win, and there’s no-one I’m desperate to beat, so I can focus on running purely for the joy of it. So my plan, for pretty much every run I do is:

    1. Remember you’re here to enjoy yourself
    2. Don’t go off too fast
    3. Run when you can, if it doesn’t hurt too much
    4. Walk when you need to
    5. Walk even when you don’t need to, if you know there are some tough bits coming

    This doesn’t mean I don’t push myself: there’s a lot of enjoyment to be had from getting out of my comfort zone, and from pushing myself and running hard when I can. And there’s enjoyment from the improvement that happens when I do push myself.

    One view from the back…

    Anyway, point 5 pretty much covers the first part of the route, the track up to Herod Farm, and point 4 takes me me up to the crest of the hill – the end of the first trip up Whiteley Nab. Then it’s a fun lollop across the moor towards Monks Road, before turning at Herod Edge Farm – Thank you marshal! – where the serious downhill to Simmondley begins. (Lollop is a good word: there are a number of different definitions: please choose whichever definition best suits the mental picture you may or may not have in your head just now.)

    …and another

    The good thing – one of the good things – about being at or near the back of a race, is that the field is quite spread out – actually I’m not sure I can see any other runners at all just now – and you can go at whatever pace takes your fancy without having to dodge or show consideration for other runners. So now I can fly (slight exaggeration perhaps) downhill through heather and across fields until I reach the path before the houses at Simmondley – Hello and thank you another marshal!

    More lolloping, some crossing of muddy streams, past Whiteley Nab Farm, and then I’m outside the Pennine Care Home, where some serious point 5 kicks in again, up a track past some posh-looking houses. When I reach the field, there’s a very long bit of point 4: real runners might be able to run the first bit, but I’d pay good money to see anyone actually run the last couple of hundred yards to the top of the Nab. Even walking, I’ve pushed myself quite hard by the time I get to the top, so a quick sip of water, some incoherent words to a marshal, and it’s back to pleasant running around the top of the Nab, before the lovely long downhill across fields and – carefully this time, let’s not have a fall here – through heather, down to the track and let gravity take me to the finish.

    I’ve finished, and it wasn’t actually that horrid, but mostly because there was lots of points 4 and 5, so the race as a whole for me was a mixture of a fairly pleasant run, and a good, stiff walk. Which is OK, but I’d prefer something where I can actually run a bit more and walk a bit less. Something like the Rainow 5 maybe, which happens to be in a couple of weeks 🙂

    Thirteen Striders made the long trip to Glossop, with James Rees first GVS gent, in 28:43, and Linette Ruston first GVS lady in 38:48. Thanks to Glossopdale Harriers for organising the race. See you next year.

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