Trail Half Marathon Wales

I had originally entered the full Trail Marathon with the aim of it being a key event in my running year. However, an asthma flare up kind of put that out and I settled in to just doing the half. (see my blog on Global Therapies for more on my asthma) I was, to be honest, totally unprepared for even the half. In the previous month I'd only run once - a lung-hurting 10km on my local hills a fortnight earlier. A few weeks prior to that I'd done a run/walk of half marathon distance in about 3 hours, so mentally I knew I could do the distance, just very slowly. Quite frustrating when I really wanted to have a decent go at the marathon.

So it was with weeks of virtually no running that I lined up in the starting pack for a very steady run/walk half marathon in a very wet forest at Coed y Brenin, Wales.  I had been doing a lot more bike riding that normal, and outdoor swimming so my overall fitness wasn't totally gone.

Before we were even ready for the start - as I was taking a photo of me and a couple of other Glossopdale runners - the start gun sounded. Although we knew we were about to start it felt like we were still being walked round to the start area!!

Me, Charm and Jo at the start

The initial first uphill but was chocka with 600+ runners and we were soon into a pinch point so a mix of run-walk ensued. I was chatting with Jo and Charm and soon enough we were at a forest road and on our way past Lucy at the first marshal point. I urged Jo and Charm to push on, I didn't want the pressure of feeling like I needed to keep up, or worry that I'd be slowing them down. I just needed to run (or run-walk) my own race and enjoy the journey.

So the forest tracks and bits of single tracks came and went. A wobbly bridge was crossed over a ravine with water rushing on past. Marshal points were passed, and before long my sense of direction was totally screwed up. The race route took so many turns and switch-backs and ups and downs I felt like I was constantly running away from the event centre at Coed y Brenin.

I was glad for my watch and being able to know how long I'd been out as it was so disorientating. Even when the forest opened up and there was a view it was unknown to me so I could literally have been anywhere. However, being a trail race it was well signed and I was among other runners the whole time.

At 10km the first fuel station appeared. I only took a cup of water as I was carrying my own food. There were bananas and gels on offer but I prefer my own stuff so I know my guts will digest things well.

I think this was somewhere not long after the first fuel station

Not too long after this I started to feel quite tired. Kilometres 10 to 15 seemed to drag. Knowing the route would have helped but at every slight uphill gradient I found I needed to count in 10s to just keep myself moving, even slightly faster than walking. If I reached a count of 50 and couldn't see the top I would have a walk break. On and on the trail went....interspersed with bits of muddy single track full of tree roots set to trip if your concentration lapsed.

The next fuel station was at 16km. A quick drink and I was on my way. The trail seemed more runnable now, perhaps my lungs were working better or the run-walk strategy was helping. As is normal for me I started to try and work out my finish time based on pace run so far and distance to go. It felt like a sub 2:30 might be possible so I used this to spur me on just a few more paces when I really wanted to walk.

At around 18km is the infamous 'Sting in the Tail' - a very steep ascent covering nearly 1km and climbing around 150m. It sounds so tame typing those stats, but it was proper hands on knees and mental strength to just keep moving upwards. I even managed to overtake a couple of people as I really wanted to keep pushing a little. My 2:30 aim, set only minutes prior seemed to be slipping away. It took about 11 minutes to do that climb, leaving me only about 14 minutes to get to the end....and 2km to cover.

I pushed on. Whenever I started feeling like I needed to stop I'd just run a little more then walk 20 paces before trying to pick up the pace again. Even a slow run is a bit quicker than a fast walk I'd tell myself.

Really close to the end the lovely forest track that was easy to run on turned into a steep muddy descent. Argghhh! Time slipping. I did my best to run but I'm such a wuss on muddy steep descents. I overtake a guy as we rejoin the track. Nothing for it....my watch is showing about 2:27 though I know I started it before I crossed the start line (thank goodness for chip timing). That extra minute was needed as I pushed as hard as I could - knowing full well the final 100m or so is up a steep final bit to the finish line. So cruel to put a little kicker at the end of a half marathon!!!

As I cross the finish line I have no idea if I managed sub 2:30 and I don't care. Numbers are just numbers - though without that incentive I reckon I would have been a good 10mins slower overall, maybe more.

Throughout the race the rain had come in heavy downpours and slight mist, big droplets falling off trees too so I was soaked through. I'd worn my waterproof for a good few kilometres then had it tied round my waist for the rest. I ate 3 shot blocs and a mini choc bar on the way round - sufficient fuel but at the end I was simply hungry so wolfed down a banana and rehydrated with several cups of water as I waited for Tim to finish the full marathon.

Finish line after a few minutes recovery

My official chip time is 2:29:34. I was 80th/216 female, 30th/80 in my category and 279th overall (507 ran).

So, given my asthma and lack of run specific training I am really pleased with how I ran. I was only about 1min20s behind Jo and Charm so that makes me feel really chuffed!! Now I just need my lung function to improve so I can get back to running the hills properly.

Scotland holiday

I have seen so many photos of the idyllic Scotland I wished to visit - blue skies, white sandy beaches and enticing blue sea to swim in, plus the desire of all....midge-free hills to explore. I reckoned we would need to be very lucky to tick all those boxes. But we did!!

The main aim of the trip was for Tim to race the Jura Fell Race, which he did and has written all about it over on his blog, TestedToDestruction.

Our journey up was good and we found a lovely hotel in Crinan to stay on the Thursday night with splendid views across to Duntrune Castle across Loch Crinan, and off to the west we could see the very north of Jura.

Crinan Hotel and Jura in the distance

view from Crinan to Duntrune Castle across Loch Crinan

Friday morning and the final leg of the journey to Jura. First an early start to grab a parking spot at Kennacraig ferry port, then the wait for the CalMac ferry to Port Askaig on Islay. Familiar faces and other runners steadily started to arrive and soon enough we were boarding. This was the first time we've bike-packed  so it was the start of a big adventure for us.

bikes loaded up and ready to board the CalMac to Islay

Safely on board, along with 40+ other cyclists

leaving Kennacraig

A few hours later and we are in Port Askaig on Islay, quickly followed by the small Jura ferry across the Sound of Islay to Feolin on Jura. Due to capacity on the small ferry I was split up from Tim and  the others and landed on Jura first. Gladly I only had to wait 20mins for the ferry to nip back for the next load of passengers - which consisted entirely of cyclists!

The Port Askaig, Islay to Feolin, Jura ferry

All set for the 8 mile ride

Once Tim was over on Jura we set off on our first proper ride with luggage strapped to the bikes. We'd been warned of the road condition over the island to Craighouse - lots of potholes. And there were. Along with several patches of gravel and roughness generally that made me feel like my body was being shaken apart. It was a very steady and enjoyable pace, mingling with the other cyclists all bound for the fell race. With the sun beating down and the amazing views wherever you looked I could forgive the potholes (almost...there were a few where I thought I was on a bucking bronco about to get thrown off). 

An hour or so later we arrived in Craighouse, found where we were staying and got settled in to life on the island. 

Craighouse from outside the cottage we stayed in

Looking the other way up Small Isles Bay

In the evening I went to a briefing for the race marshals along with Julie. We were to be stationed at checkpoint 1 on the Jura Fell Race, a 1 hour walk up to Dubh Bheinn at 530m. Not to be taken lightly though since we only had a short drive to the parking spot so still had nigh on 500m to climb up. 

Race Day - Saturday 26th May 2018

Up bright and early for Tim to register and me to get up the hill ready for the runners. The walk in was glorious. So much solitude and space. The pace was gentle and without rush. All the others in the checkpoint team had been at previous races so it was just a matter of following them to the cairn.

Hot on the walk up and super sunny, just on our approach to Market Loch - a slightly different route to the racers so we avoid the bogs!

Market Loch

View down to Small Isles Bay from just below the checkpoint

At Dubh Bheinn summit, 530m, more cloud cover and the wind had picked up meaning spare clothes were put on immediately!

We'd arrived early but it didn't seem too long until we could see the first runners approaching us....then all hands on deck. My job was to call out the racers number so someone else could write them down, and a double check of numbers simultaneously happened as they were ticked off a grid.

We had 239 runners to come, so while the initial pace of the first 20 or so runners was relaxed it soon became frantic calling out numbers accurately. Not all race numbers were easily visible either which added to the challenge shouting out "show me your your number" and after 2 attempts at that I'd have to shout "I can't see your number, I must see your number". Safety is paramount. Early in the race the runners were keen to move through quickly so we had our hands full to get all runners safely checked off. As a final back up the runners drop a token with their number on in a bag...our job then is to cross reference everyone, call in to race HQ and then wait to be given the all clear to return to Craighouse.

some of the first runners approaching CP1

Tim at CP1

Julie on number writing down duty

more runners

JoBo enjoying a long drink on her 8th time round the Jura fell race

It probably took about 1hr30 or so for all runners to get through CP1 and it was 12ish when we set off back down the hill. I took in the view for a while before we left - the Paps looked incredibly daunting and I have the highest respect for all the runners getting over all the hills in the race, whether the front runners in sub 3:30 this year or the final ones over 7hrs. Respect to all.

The Paps of Jura in the distance

all my layers on in the blustery wind!

Down we went back over the same ground we'd climbed up, then back along to Craighouse. I hot-footed it back to the cottage to change from walker/marshal to cyclist and support crew for Tim. I picked up the bike, water and a gel then rode the bumpy pot-holed road down to 3 arch bridge at the start of the final stretch of the fell race - a painstaking 5.3km of tarmac to finish off the runners in style.

It was only about 5 or 10mins later that Tim came into view. His running gait looked tired and hot. Over the stile he went in tandem with Matt Huxford, also a Glossopdale Harrier and through the final checkpoint. Matt looked worse than Tim - the gel was downed and water handed out. They were now on the final push to the finish line. Along the way I helped give them water, racing ahead on the bike to fill the soft bottle and hand it back as they passed. It was painful to watch them eeek out the strides, both looking like they'd rather be sitting in the sea just metres to our left than running.

Just coming into view....behind is the final hill....the 'other one' after they have been over the 3 pips and 3 paps

handing in their tokens at the final checkpoint

the final push along the tarmac

With a mile to go I pushed on to drop the bike at the cottage and get to the finish line a few 100m's further along and see them run in.  Only a few minutes later and they're over the line. The usual post-race relief took over, they were handed t-shirts only Matt had disappeared to find shade and lay down. I grabbed them ice-pops from the shop to help recover!

Later on, after showers, food, a sleep and more food we all wandered down for the prize giving. It was a sea of orange t-shirts. It was such a wonderful atmosphere, clearly helped by the glorious sunshine and a fabulous location. 

Glorious setting for the prize giving

So with the race over, prize giving done it was back to the cottage for the traditional group feast and recovery drinks over a delightful evening. 

Sunday was a beautiful and sombre day as a group of us gathered on a beach at the far end of Small Isles Bay to say farewell to John Hewitt. The gathering was tranquil, moving and peaceful. We paddled (some swam), devoured a picnic under the expansive scorching blue skies, and as we toasted a wonderful man and fell runner we scattered his ashes. Words don't do such an event justice. 

The Paps of Jura

I hesitated to write about this day, but it is a memory I cherish and was glad I could share the grief and joy of remembering John.

Our final full day dawned early on Monday. With bikes ready for a trip to Islay myself, Tim and Hux set off early to make full use of the long day. The plan was to visit all the distilleries (8 active and a few others not). Tim and Matt are seasoned cyclists so they pushed on out of Port Askaig while I enquired about ferry times for another trip. 

My day consisted of a trip to the distilleries at Bowmore, Bunnahabhain and Caol Ila with a good few stops for photos and a coffee thrown in for good measure. The day was hot and on top of a few steep climbs I managed to clock up my longest ever day in the saddle at just short of 50 miles.  A distance I am very proud of, especially when several sections of road (16 on Jura and the 8 mile side trip to Bunnahabhain) were on very dodgy tarmac with potholes and gravel. 

At Feolin waiting for the ferry to Pork Askaig on Islay

Bowmore Distillery

Bunnahabhain Distillery

View from Bunnahabhain to two of the Paps of Jura

On the road to Bunnahabhain

Descending down to Caol Ila Distillery

Caol Ila Distillery where the festival was on for the day

I returned back to Craighouse alone with the guys still somewhere heading back to Port Askaig a few hours after me. Luckily I was in time for the shop to still be open so an icecream and fizzy drink did wonders to refresh my tired state. 

Our final evening and group dinner was wonderful, lots of chat about running and some of the group heading to Harris for the LAMM. 

Our final ferry arriving into Port Askaig....the Paps of Jura behind and our journey homeward about to begin

I honestly can't remember which days now, but on two days I swam in the sea. My recently purchased Alpkit wetsuit was definitely needed in the cold Scottish sea but I'm glad I took it and got myself out in the water.

Lantern Pike Dash fell race 2018

With four weeks until the Trail Marathon Wales my training is going fairly well, so why not do a 2km fell race!!! Perfect prep you'd say....not. I decided it might be a good idea to add on a bit of distance so ran from Glossop to the race - 11km on the route we took.

Leaving Glossop via Wormstones

I was joined by Mark and Zoe - fellow Glossopdale Harriers - and we set off from Glossop at 8.15am. More than enough time to have an easy saunter over the moors to Little Hayfield. The temperature was so warm as I left home at 8am that only a running vest was necessary....and sunglasses plus plenty of water.

Me, Mark and Zoe at Harry Hut trig

Descending down to Little Hayfield

We reached the Lantern Pike pub with around an hour to race start so sat on the grass drying out sweaty tops, airing feet and socialising with the other runners arriving for this lung busting race.  Lots of Glossopdale Harriers were soon gathered - this being a club champs counter. 21 adults and 5 juniors ran, what a superb turn out.

Soon enough we were on the start line and me and Mandy had paired up again to see if we could beat last years time. The usual fast start happened down the first field, me and Mandy just sauntering down soon caught up with everyone at the fence. Over the river we go then it's the uphill battle. Sadly Mandy's legs weren't cooperating so we parted ways around half way up and I continued to the summit.

It was hard going. I knew I wouldn't catch the runners ahead given the state of my lungs (asthma has flared up) so just settled in to my own pace and cheering on other runners already on their way back down the stupidly steep slope.

Just the final field to climb back to the finish line...thanks Elanor Swan for the photo

The joy of fell running races is that no matter where you are there are cheery marshals and other runners to encourage you, and no pressure to do more than you can. So me being miles off the back of everyone else didn't worry me, I just dug in and did my best.

I ended up finishing last in 25 minutes 35 seconds -  beating last years time by over 4 minutes so I'm pleased with that, especially given the condition of my lungs at the moment (walking up the stairs at home this morning had me out of breath!). The post-race banter was as good as always and Glossopdale Harriers bagged a fair few prizes - both adults and juniors running well on such a hot day.

That's the 'little' hill behind me that I 'ran' up and down!!! Lantern Pike in glorious sunshine

Stride Through the Woods 5km trail race

I hadn't planned to run this. Then a week or so ago I pondered entering. Then I forgot. Then a club mate was forced to drop out so I thought 'Why not!' and grabbed the place. At 5km long and a counter in our Glossopdale Harriers club championships it would be silly not to run.

Jo drove over (thanks for the lift) with myself, Rachel and Charm to somewhere near Hyde where I filled in a form and got given a number. Race ready!  The 4 of us took ourselves out for a warm up around the first bit of the course - which is an odd shape of 2 out-loop and backs, before repeating the whole lap again. Only one bit of climb really, and about 80m ascent overall so shouldn't be a problem for us fell runners!

Jo, me, Charm and Rachel

The junior race was first and blimey did they shoot off from the starting line. I think their race was about a mile so it was a full on blast from the start. Great to see the young runners inspiring us adults.

7.30pm and we are on the starting line. Wishing each other a good race we are counted down and we're off! I was clearly way too far forward in the start crowd and quickly got passed by loads of runners. No problem on the wide track so I just stuck to my pace and ran.

on the start line

The route follows a lovely dirt tract (I imagine it would be a quagmire if wet), mostly under trees and for some part following a river. With the first loop done it was a downhill section and I'm pleased not to be right at the back. I was running on tired legs (20km yesterday and 7km at lunchtime) so really wasn't aiming to push the pace.

Then came the flat section in the middle before turning up a grassy section (mind the ditch and the brambles), a few steps up to a canal then sharp turn back down the grassy bit and over a stream, right turn and back along the flat to the start. All set for the second loop. The course gives you loads of chances to see fellow club mates so I was cheerily shouting support as we passed each other, and thanking the marshals (no small task standing amongst the midges for an hour or so).

The second lap felt a little easier, legs warmed up but lungs really struggling (more on this in a different blog). I manage to overtake a couple of guys on the grassy section just by stretching out my legs. Then, the final stretch and I have someone right on my heels....no way they were getting past me so with a little push I manage to eek out a few metres, then a few more. The heavy footfall and breathing behind me quietens and I'm turning up to the finish line. Wow that hurt!!!

But I did it, and surprised myself with finishing in around 28 minutes. Really pleased with the time given lungs, leg tiredness and not really wanting to 'race' the race. No official results out yet but the finish position doesn't matter. I got out and moved, had a great time with club mates and was treated to mini satsumas on the finish line and a superb sense of accomplishment.

Team Glossopdale Harriers (those we could gather!). Photo thanks to Nick Ham

Cake Race

Who can resist a fell race that's called The Cake Race?!

Organised by Saddleworth Runners this 10mile fell race has 1700ft of elevation gain and is billed as "An interesting moorland course with as much cake as you like to eat at the end. Who could ask for more?" Indeed! Even better, it was in our running club champs so I joined a merry gang of Glossopdale Harriers and made our way over to Diggle for the race on Saturday 5th May.

It turned out to be a gloriously sunny and hot day and kit requirements down to a bare minimum meant I was probably a bit slack on the amount of water I carried. I had just enough with me to get me round with a very welcome top up from a marshal!

The route climbs up a horribly cobbly stony path for a good few kilometres before joining the Pennine Way - and the delightful (not) flag stones over to the Wessenden valley. I had been leap-frogging a bit with fellow Glossopdale runner Jo for a while and as we gained the flags we had that silent understanding that we had chosen to run together.

 With no shade the heat was unrelenting as we made our way steadily across the open moorland. Not much breeze to cool us down so the reservoirs we passed were looking mightily tempting. Another harrier was close by, Marie, and the three of us were pretty much together as we got to the check point at the weir crossing. Marie took the lead and stayed there for the remainder of the race. Jo and I stayed together but on the downhill section on the track heading to Marsden I was flagging in the heat. I urged Jo to pull ahead which she did gradually.

On the steep steps down the side of the dam wall of Butterley Reservoir Jo was more or less at the bottom as I started my way down. I carefully took my time on the uneven steep steps, not wanting to trip. At the bottom I was surprised by no marshal or flags and only by chance some walkers guided me in the right direction (the RO agreed after there should have been marshal and/or flags there).

Next up came the horrible steep step ascent to join a small footpath around the cricket ground and golf course (all on private land but arranged by RO for special permission for the race to go ahead). I was pleased to be able to walk all the way up - believe me they were steep and went on for quite a while, 150+ steps I reckon.  At the top the path undulated and I ran on where I could, gaining a few places.

The route took a sharp left over a stile and into trees. As I waited for 2 other runners to get over the stile I looked around and could see a flag immediately right. The 2 runners wrongly went straight on, dropping down where they didn't need to. I overtook them by sheer luck and weaved my way through the trees. a short climb up to just touch a road (fill water bottle from marshal) then sharp left and back onto moorland. Marie was still fairly close and I had just caught Jo up here...we chatted and nudged each other along as the climb gradually eased onto the open moorland once more.

After not too long we were at the point we had turned right onto the flags about an hour earlier....but now we were only 2-3km from the end and perhaps a sub 2hr finish would be possible so I pushed us on a bit, trying to run more than walk, and only walk just enough to recover before picking up the pace.  At the summit we both downed the rest of our water...no point keeping it back now as we'd be finished soon.

I opened up my legs a little as we lost height - knowing that further down the path turns to a stony rutted mess where I'd need more concentration. Jo and me are side by side virtually and we let ourselves enjoy the feeling that it'll be over soon!!!

At some point we both wondered where the finish line was....an important point to know and one we didn't have the answer to. Nothing for it but to push and hope we'd get the sub 2hrs I really really wanted.  A mile or so later we rounded a corner and some spectators and runners who'd finished appeared....yey, the finish line was just there. I think we both put a 'sprint' on for the finish, with Jo finishing about one second ahead of me.

Phew! Downing a few cups of water I'm told the prize giving is happening in like 5 mins and Tim has finished in 2nd place....scuttling down the road to Kilngreen Church where the race HQ was I meet Tim and sure enough he had come in 2nd. Brilliant. He gets a prize and I'm more than happy finishing in 1hr 53mins and 32seconds. 38th female out of 81 and 11th/19 in my age category. Full results here.

Prize giving came a little later, giving us plenty of time to raid the cake tables and replenish our energy stores!!! This is such a good race, if you bring a homemade cake you get your entry fee back (which I spent on buying other peoples cakes). I'd taken a chocolate brownie 'bog' which went down well but was nowhere near the standard of many of the cakes on display.

Glossopdale Harriers came away with plenty of prizes - 1st and 2nd place overall, 1st lady, 1st Lady under23 and 1st male team, with 23 of us getting past the finish line and to the cake table!! Tim has also blogged about his race on TestedToDestruction.