29th April 2011
After a few changes of plan DW and myself set off from the racecourse for an hours run on Scout Scar. On familiar ground at first but soon he leads us down from Helsington Church on tracks and wooded footpaths. We rescue a lamb and head back up to the scar. Along to the mushroom, trig point and finally back to the cars. Hope there is still something in my legs for Coniston tomorrow.
Russell
Friday, 29 April 2011
Thursday, 28 April 2011
Wednesday Training
27th April 2011
Wednesday night training on The Helm, a chance for the club to meet, chat, catch up on events, make any announcements, plans for the weekend oh! and do some training. This week I was in charge. The group is varied. I try to think of something to suit all abilities, so it was circuits on the back of The Helm. Longer running sections linked to short steep climbs. After all it is a club night not an elite training session. Eight circuits in different directions from different start points. Finishing with a short steep down up down up down up rep. I hope everyone enjoyed and got something out if it. Now trying to think of somwthing for next week.
Russell
Wednesday night training on The Helm, a chance for the club to meet, chat, catch up on events, make any announcements, plans for the weekend oh! and do some training. This week I was in charge. The group is varied. I try to think of something to suit all abilities, so it was circuits on the back of The Helm. Longer running sections linked to short steep climbs. After all it is a club night not an elite training session. Eight circuits in different directions from different start points. Finishing with a short steep down up down up down up rep. I hope everyone enjoyed and got something out if it. Now trying to think of somwthing for next week.
Russell
Monday, 25 April 2011
Fairfield Horseshoe
Monday 25th April 2011
A late call from Garry and somehow he persuaded me to be up at 7.15am for a run around the Fairfield Horseshoe. We were joined by Chris and Craig. I would be in for a tough time (nothing new). Running before 8am the climb of Nab Scar was hard. The OCT recce a couple of day earlier was still in the legs and my quads hurt. It was good of the others to keep waiting for me. It was a perfect morning. Clear and bright. We met no one until Hart Crag and were back at the car just after 10am. Chris hurt his knee on the descent but how serious that is only time will tell. Back home, showered, lunch and doing the gardening at 12 noon.
A pint from the Hawkshead Brewery. A pie form More Bakery to conclude a great weekend. Work tomorrow but another long bank holiday next weekend and The Eagle and Child beer festival. Perhaps some running also.
Russell
A late call from Garry and somehow he persuaded me to be up at 7.15am for a run around the Fairfield Horseshoe. We were joined by Chris and Craig. I would be in for a tough time (nothing new). Running before 8am the climb of Nab Scar was hard. The OCT recce a couple of day earlier was still in the legs and my quads hurt. It was good of the others to keep waiting for me. It was a perfect morning. Clear and bright. We met no one until Hart Crag and were back at the car just after 10am. Chris hurt his knee on the descent but how serious that is only time will tell. Back home, showered, lunch and doing the gardening at 12 noon.
A pint from the Hawkshead Brewery. A pie form More Bakery to conclude a great weekend. Work tomorrow but another long bank holiday next weekend and The Eagle and Child beer festival. Perhaps some running also.
Russell
Sunday, 24 April 2011
Old Counties Tops Recce
22nd April 2011
DW and I reccied the second half of the OCT. Report here.
It was an intersting day. The clag was down to 1500' maybe less in parts. Our descent off Scafell Pike was different to anything I had done before but would be very happy to take that line in the event. We got the ascent on Grey Friar absolutely spot on. The visibility on Brim Fell was about 10 yards. Coniston Old Man was constantly changing from sun into cloud. There were a large number of people about. From Langdale to Scafell Pike we passed over 20 people. From Scafell to Brim Fell not a soul. On Brim Fell perhaps another 20. Coniston Old Man summit 30 people. It was Easter weekend and the forecast generally good but a lot were clearly poorly equiped should anything happen. Of course they probably thought me and DW 'running' past them in shorts and T shirt a little foolish but we were carrying everything we might need. Some of them were clearly not.
Russell
DW and I reccied the second half of the OCT. Report here.
It was an intersting day. The clag was down to 1500' maybe less in parts. Our descent off Scafell Pike was different to anything I had done before but would be very happy to take that line in the event. We got the ascent on Grey Friar absolutely spot on. The visibility on Brim Fell was about 10 yards. Coniston Old Man was constantly changing from sun into cloud. There were a large number of people about. From Langdale to Scafell Pike we passed over 20 people. From Scafell to Brim Fell not a soul. On Brim Fell perhaps another 20. Coniston Old Man summit 30 people. It was Easter weekend and the forecast generally good but a lot were clearly poorly equiped should anything happen. Of course they probably thought me and DW 'running' past them in shorts and T shirt a little foolish but we were carrying everything we might need. Some of them were clearly not.
Russell
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Highlander Mountain Marathon
16th & 17th April 2011
Ullapool
I have done this event for the past two years, both times with DW, and both times we were blessed with fine weather. In fact last year at Gairloch it was possibly too hot. The forecast this year was pretty good so we planned to stay for the Monday and do some Munros. Arriving Friday afternoon we got registered and sorted some kit. Ate. Had a pint and settled down for the night. We had a leisurely start time in the morning. We were doing the score class and had a briefing at 8.30am and then a bus ride to the start at 9.15am.
Day 1
The breifing was basically the option of two start points. One closer to the finish for those who would like a shorter day. We obviously went for the further start! It was breezy and cool whilst plotting the controls but we are soon on our way. The first few controls gave an obvious route choice and DW and I were in agreement as to the route. We had the occasional quick discussion but our decisions seemed to be working out.
After a couple of hours I realised we still had a long way to go to the finish. I had a bit of a moment when DW suggested going to a control I thought would be too far out of our way and had already dismissed. But he persuaded me otherwise and we pushed on. In the end it was the right choice and gave me time to study the map whilst plodding along. We had a big route choice coming up. Either over a col on An Teallaich or around by Shenavall bothy. I picked the Shenaval route. Again the right choice.
After passing the bothy I hit a low point. The path we were following seemed worse than the rough boggy ground we had been on for the past few hours. I couldn't eat and was getting tired. Forcing down some jelly babies, picking up the next control and the sun coming out revived me a little. The end of day 1 was in sight and surely we had enough time. All day DW had been first to dib the controls. So when approaching the penultimate checkpoint he veered from the optimum line I saw my chance. Unfortunately I had forgotten the exact control description and missed it by a few metres allowing DW to sneak in behind me and beat me to it again. Perhaps tomorrow!
We finished the day 24 minutes early but had we tried to get any of the possible extra controls on route we would probably have been late. Something I consider a cardinal sin. We were first of eight finishers so far in, surely that couldn't last. After something to eat and check on results we found ourselves in third. The two teams ahead of us were very strong well known 'elite runners' so we were really pleased.
I was in my usual state at the finish. Found it hard to eat and just wanted to lie down. I picked up a bit later on, a pint of IPA might have had something to do with it. My thoughts turned to the big day on Monday and a few doubts about my fitness. A phone call home cheered me up and the joy of sleep soon came.
Day 2
After a sausage sandwich and a cup of tea we were soon packed and walking to the start. Again cool and breezy few minutes plotting the controls and immediatley we had a choice to make. Either a seemingly easier start or a 'short' steep climb but for more points. We pick the steep option. After a couple of controls, time to study the map and do some on the move maths it became apparent we needed to get the big 70 point control if we were not going to be caught by any other teams. The problem being that we were close to sea level and it was on top of a big hill.
I worked out that if I could get to the top in 20 minutes we should have enough time to get to the finish and pick up all the exta contrls on route. A few more jelly babies needed and head down. It took a couple of minutes longer than hoped but good lines from DW to the next two controls got us back on time. Now the last uphill section, more jelly babies, and we are there. At the peultimate control today I seize my chance and dib before DW for the first time all weekend. A fast last descent to the finish and it's over. Once again we are early but like yesterday any attempt at more points could have made us late.
For the first time ever in a mountain marathon I was completely happy with the route choices we made and the navigation between the controls. But would we be rewarded for our efforts? The problem was the finish was on the opposite side of Loch Broom to Ullapool. An exhilarating but all to short ride on a 'RIB' and we were back at the event centre.
As one of the first teams back the results so far were not much use. We took advantage of the showers at the swimming pool and went for an ice cream. On our return to the event centre we found ourselved still third but he fourth place team from day 1 were not yet in. An anxious wait ensued. Prizgiving came and YES!! We held on to third despite being fourth on the day (only by 5 points). Happy with ourselves we head for home.
I had decided that a big day on Monday would be too much for me. DW was very gracious in accepting my shortcommings. The journey home was long but helped along by a beer (for me not DW the driver) and a stop for fish and chips. The moon was fantastic. Very big in the sky. The picture does not do it justice.
Russell
Ullapool
I have done this event for the past two years, both times with DW, and both times we were blessed with fine weather. In fact last year at Gairloch it was possibly too hot. The forecast this year was pretty good so we planned to stay for the Monday and do some Munros. Arriving Friday afternoon we got registered and sorted some kit. Ate. Had a pint and settled down for the night. We had a leisurely start time in the morning. We were doing the score class and had a briefing at 8.30am and then a bus ride to the start at 9.15am.
Day 1
The breifing was basically the option of two start points. One closer to the finish for those who would like a shorter day. We obviously went for the further start! It was breezy and cool whilst plotting the controls but we are soon on our way. The first few controls gave an obvious route choice and DW and I were in agreement as to the route. We had the occasional quick discussion but our decisions seemed to be working out.
After a couple of hours I realised we still had a long way to go to the finish. I had a bit of a moment when DW suggested going to a control I thought would be too far out of our way and had already dismissed. But he persuaded me otherwise and we pushed on. In the end it was the right choice and gave me time to study the map whilst plodding along. We had a big route choice coming up. Either over a col on An Teallaich or around by Shenavall bothy. I picked the Shenaval route. Again the right choice.
After passing the bothy I hit a low point. The path we were following seemed worse than the rough boggy ground we had been on for the past few hours. I couldn't eat and was getting tired. Forcing down some jelly babies, picking up the next control and the sun coming out revived me a little. The end of day 1 was in sight and surely we had enough time. All day DW had been first to dib the controls. So when approaching the penultimate checkpoint he veered from the optimum line I saw my chance. Unfortunately I had forgotten the exact control description and missed it by a few metres allowing DW to sneak in behind me and beat me to it again. Perhaps tomorrow!
We finished the day 24 minutes early but had we tried to get any of the possible extra controls on route we would probably have been late. Something I consider a cardinal sin. We were first of eight finishers so far in, surely that couldn't last. After something to eat and check on results we found ourselves in third. The two teams ahead of us were very strong well known 'elite runners' so we were really pleased.
I was in my usual state at the finish. Found it hard to eat and just wanted to lie down. I picked up a bit later on, a pint of IPA might have had something to do with it. My thoughts turned to the big day on Monday and a few doubts about my fitness. A phone call home cheered me up and the joy of sleep soon came.
Day 2
After a sausage sandwich and a cup of tea we were soon packed and walking to the start. Again cool and breezy few minutes plotting the controls and immediatley we had a choice to make. Either a seemingly easier start or a 'short' steep climb but for more points. We pick the steep option. After a couple of controls, time to study the map and do some on the move maths it became apparent we needed to get the big 70 point control if we were not going to be caught by any other teams. The problem being that we were close to sea level and it was on top of a big hill.
I worked out that if I could get to the top in 20 minutes we should have enough time to get to the finish and pick up all the exta contrls on route. A few more jelly babies needed and head down. It took a couple of minutes longer than hoped but good lines from DW to the next two controls got us back on time. Now the last uphill section, more jelly babies, and we are there. At the peultimate control today I seize my chance and dib before DW for the first time all weekend. A fast last descent to the finish and it's over. Once again we are early but like yesterday any attempt at more points could have made us late.
For the first time ever in a mountain marathon I was completely happy with the route choices we made and the navigation between the controls. But would we be rewarded for our efforts? The problem was the finish was on the opposite side of Loch Broom to Ullapool. An exhilarating but all to short ride on a 'RIB' and we were back at the event centre.
As one of the first teams back the results so far were not much use. We took advantage of the showers at the swimming pool and went for an ice cream. On our return to the event centre we found ourselved still third but he fourth place team from day 1 were not yet in. An anxious wait ensued. Prizgiving came and YES!! We held on to third despite being fourth on the day (only by 5 points). Happy with ourselves we head for home.
I had decided that a big day on Monday would be too much for me. DW was very gracious in accepting my shortcommings. The journey home was long but helped along by a beer (for me not DW the driver) and a stop for fish and chips. The moon was fantastic. Very big in the sky. The picture does not do it justice.
Russell
Monday, 11 April 2011
BG Support Leg 5
Sunday 10th April 2011
DW was supporting a couple on leg 5 and I had asked if it would be OK if I came along. I needed to get a few more miles in befor ethe Highlander next weekend. The day was perfect and because they were starting early (8pm) we could be done and home in time for tea. After finding the support team at Honister we kept an eye on the skyline for the runners to appear. Everything was ready for the changeover.
Arriving 30 minutes up on the schedule, feeding and a change of footwear, then off up Dale Head at a stready pace. The two contenders had now become three and there were five supporters.
The summit came on schedule and turning to look back virtualy all the route could be seen. But not wanting to linger too long the party were soon heading in the direction of Hindscarth.
A few minutes made up and off to Robinson. The last summit.
Everyone was going well and we were soon down and running along the lanes and paths back to Keswick. I found the off road route really good and would certainly recommend it to anyone if they had the time. There can only be a few minutes in it. Moot Hall and round in 21.28. Well done.
Russell
DW was supporting a couple on leg 5 and I had asked if it would be OK if I came along. I needed to get a few more miles in befor ethe Highlander next weekend. The day was perfect and because they were starting early (8pm) we could be done and home in time for tea. After finding the support team at Honister we kept an eye on the skyline for the runners to appear. Everything was ready for the changeover.
Arriving 30 minutes up on the schedule, feeding and a change of footwear, then off up Dale Head at a stready pace. The two contenders had now become three and there were five supporters.
The summit came on schedule and turning to look back virtualy all the route could be seen. But not wanting to linger too long the party were soon heading in the direction of Hindscarth.
A few minutes made up and off to Robinson. The last summit.
Everyone was going well and we were soon down and running along the lanes and paths back to Keswick. I found the off road route really good and would certainly recommend it to anyone if they had the time. There can only be a few minutes in it. Moot Hall and round in 21.28. Well done.
Russell
Saturday, 9 April 2011
Scout Scar Evening
Friday 8th April 2011
I was in Kendal with an hour to kill so what better to do than go for a run. I decided on one of the regular Monday runs on Scout Scar. Heading out of town and up the Brigsteer road I was soon crossing the racecourse and approaching the mushroom. Legs a little heavy at first but eventually getting into a rhythm. The sun had gone down by the time I got there but the views were as good as ever. All the peaks silhouetted against the darkening sky.
Turning left the running on the rocky path concentrates the mind. Always wary of the potential for turning an ankle but able to stride out and enjoy! At the pile of stones it's left again and over and down to the new gate. A quick check on the watch and I think I have enough time for a bit more so left again and up along by the wall to the trig point. Then right for a change and back down the way I had come up.
It was almost dark so I was surprised to see SB on his way up. We chatted for a couple of minutes and went our separate ways. I had done this run last winter on a clear night with a full moon. It was perfect, no need of a torch and I never met a soul. Unlike tonight when there must have been 20 or more folk out walking.
Russell
I was in Kendal with an hour to kill so what better to do than go for a run. I decided on one of the regular Monday runs on Scout Scar. Heading out of town and up the Brigsteer road I was soon crossing the racecourse and approaching the mushroom. Legs a little heavy at first but eventually getting into a rhythm. The sun had gone down by the time I got there but the views were as good as ever. All the peaks silhouetted against the darkening sky.
Turning left the running on the rocky path concentrates the mind. Always wary of the potential for turning an ankle but able to stride out and enjoy! At the pile of stones it's left again and over and down to the new gate. A quick check on the watch and I think I have enough time for a bit more so left again and up along by the wall to the trig point. Then right for a change and back down the way I had come up.
It was almost dark so I was surprised to see SB on his way up. We chatted for a couple of minutes and went our separate ways. I had done this run last winter on a clear night with a full moon. It was perfect, no need of a torch and I never met a soul. Unlike tonight when there must have been 20 or more folk out walking.
Russell
Wednesday, 6 April 2011
Helm Hill Monday run
4th April 2011
First of the Monday night runs for me since the clocks changed so first off road. The weather had cleared up but not enough for the planned Kentmere round. I couldn't see the Kentmere fells and it was still a little breezy.
Dave has done an excellent report here so I will be brief. I enjoyed the run. The river was up. And we had a little sting in the tail on the Helm. Followed by a fast finish down the Oxenhome road. Just what I needed.
Russell
First of the Monday night runs for me since the clocks changed so first off road. The weather had cleared up but not enough for the planned Kentmere round. I couldn't see the Kentmere fells and it was still a little breezy.
Dave has done an excellent report here so I will be brief. I enjoyed the run. The river was up. And we had a little sting in the tail on the Helm. Followed by a fast finish down the Oxenhome road. Just what I needed.
Russell
Saturday, 2 April 2011
Mid afternoon run from Staveley
2nd April 2011
The day had started very wet. The rain hammering in the roof woke me at 8 o'clock. Glad I had other duties in the morning left the prospect of a later run if I could fit it in. By the time I was free the sun was out the tops were clear and the sky blue. Kentmere looked very inviting but I was only able to manage an hour so decided to do one of my local training routes.
Heading towards Craggy Plantation I passed the first bowlers of the year on the immaculate Staveley bowling green. I think I will have to polish my woods! I struggled a little on the first climb but was soon rewarded with fine views on Kentmere and Reston Scar.
Back down to the village, across the road at Barley Bridge and up onto the scar. Taking the lower path I was then able to ascend direct to the summit. This has become much more popular since the land became open access and new paths and trods have appeared rapidly. It has always been worth the effort to make this ascent and today was no different.
Reversing the Reston Scar Scamper route over the true summit and Black Crag I am soon back to the road and heading home, wishing I could do more. Perhaps Monday evening, I hope the weather holds.
Russell
The day had started very wet. The rain hammering in the roof woke me at 8 o'clock. Glad I had other duties in the morning left the prospect of a later run if I could fit it in. By the time I was free the sun was out the tops were clear and the sky blue. Kentmere looked very inviting but I was only able to manage an hour so decided to do one of my local training routes.
Heading towards Craggy Plantation I passed the first bowlers of the year on the immaculate Staveley bowling green. I think I will have to polish my woods! I struggled a little on the first climb but was soon rewarded with fine views on Kentmere and Reston Scar.
Back down to the village, across the road at Barley Bridge and up onto the scar. Taking the lower path I was then able to ascend direct to the summit. This has become much more popular since the land became open access and new paths and trods have appeared rapidly. It has always been worth the effort to make this ascent and today was no different.
Reversing the Reston Scar Scamper route over the true summit and Black Crag I am soon back to the road and heading home, wishing I could do more. Perhaps Monday evening, I hope the weather holds.
Russell
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
Black Crag Cairn
Black Crag Cairn
28th March 2011
One of my regular training runs is over Reston Scar. One of the minor 'tops' is called Black Crag. You will have passed it on the Reston Scar Scamper, probably without even noticing. There used to be a really nice cairn there but on a recent run I noticed it had gone. Most of the stones had been thrown down the fellside. I assumed it was young lads 'having fun'. Anyway I felt it appropriate to reinstate the cairn.
So I went for a run finishing over Reston Scar and resurrected the cairn. Spending nearly an hour doing so. My efforts seem very modest compared to the original but the the size in keeping with size of the summit I think.
Hopefully it will stay there for some time and may even be improved upon by others.
The views from the top are some of the best in the Lakes. But don't tell anyone.
Russell
28th March 2011
One of my regular training runs is over Reston Scar. One of the minor 'tops' is called Black Crag. You will have passed it on the Reston Scar Scamper, probably without even noticing. There used to be a really nice cairn there but on a recent run I noticed it had gone. Most of the stones had been thrown down the fellside. I assumed it was young lads 'having fun'. Anyway I felt it appropriate to reinstate the cairn.
So I went for a run finishing over Reston Scar and resurrected the cairn. Spending nearly an hour doing so. My efforts seem very modest compared to the original but the the size in keeping with size of the summit I think.
Hopefully it will stay there for some time and may even be improved upon by others.
The views from the top are some of the best in the Lakes. But don't tell anyone.
Russell
Helm Hill Runners Uphill Championship
Uphill Championship race.
26th March 2011
For the last three years this has been run as a downhill race. So this year I thought it would be a good idea to reverse the route and give everyone a good testing uphill knowing they would not have to turn and race back down. Hopefully this meant runners could put everthing into the ascent!
The race is usually planned for December, just before the club presentation evening. But the weather had something to say about that. I attempted to get to the start a few days before but the roads were too icy. Reluctantly I postponed. The date was eventually reset for 26th March. And the venue changed from Fairmile to Cautley. A bit short notice but I spread the word and leafleted cars at the Cautley winter league race to drum up support.
The day dawned clear and bright with a cooling breeze, perfect conditions. DW and myself flagged the route up Yarlside from Cautley and I was back at the car awaiting runners before 11am. They came in one's and two's and by 12 noon I had the grand total of nine!!
Setting them off a minute intervals did not take very long after which I set of up the hill to collect the flags. Meeting DW on his way down we were packed up and ready to go by 1pm. Most of the runners had continued after the finish to make a longer training run out of the day.
I think this could be a really godd event and Cautley is a perfect venue. The feedback from the runners was great. So the race will be on again next year.
Thanks to those who ran and DW for the flagging and timekeeping.
Results can be found on the Helm Hill website and forum. Follow the links.
Russell
26th March 2011
For the last three years this has been run as a downhill race. So this year I thought it would be a good idea to reverse the route and give everyone a good testing uphill knowing they would not have to turn and race back down. Hopefully this meant runners could put everthing into the ascent!
The race is usually planned for December, just before the club presentation evening. But the weather had something to say about that. I attempted to get to the start a few days before but the roads were too icy. Reluctantly I postponed. The date was eventually reset for 26th March. And the venue changed from Fairmile to Cautley. A bit short notice but I spread the word and leafleted cars at the Cautley winter league race to drum up support.
The day dawned clear and bright with a cooling breeze, perfect conditions. DW and myself flagged the route up Yarlside from Cautley and I was back at the car awaiting runners before 11am. They came in one's and two's and by 12 noon I had the grand total of nine!!
Setting them off a minute intervals did not take very long after which I set of up the hill to collect the flags. Meeting DW on his way down we were packed up and ready to go by 1pm. Most of the runners had continued after the finish to make a longer training run out of the day.
I think this could be a really godd event and Cautley is a perfect venue. The feedback from the runners was great. So the race will be on again next year.
Thanks to those who ran and DW for the flagging and timekeeping.
Results can be found on the Helm Hill website and forum. Follow the links.
Russell
Friday, 25 March 2011
Evening on Potter Fell
23rd March 2011
Such a good day it seemed a shame to waste it by going out at the usual time and running in the dark. So straight after work we are off and following the Dales Way down to Cowan Head. Cross the dodgy bridge and head for Potter Tarn. The climb is hard but I have to keep going as DW is ahead of me and I need to get fitter.
At Gurnal Dubbs we take in the view as the sun is going down over the Eastern Fells. Pushing hard now to Potter Fell. DW is behind me so I have to keep the pace going. Surprising myself by making it to the summit! Once there we witness the sun disappearing. We try to pick out the fells but it is difficult, there is no definition. Is that Bowfell?
On to Brunt Knott, our last top and a superb 180 degree view of the Lakes, Kentmere, Longsleddale, The Howgills and the Kent Estuary. Down now picking up the pace along the road. Why am I working hard and DW look like he is jogging. We take in the short climb on Reston Scar (not to the top) and head home. Exactly 1 hour 30 mins.
May it be the first of many evening runs this summer.
Russell
Such a good day it seemed a shame to waste it by going out at the usual time and running in the dark. So straight after work we are off and following the Dales Way down to Cowan Head. Cross the dodgy bridge and head for Potter Tarn. The climb is hard but I have to keep going as DW is ahead of me and I need to get fitter.
At Gurnal Dubbs we take in the view as the sun is going down over the Eastern Fells. Pushing hard now to Potter Fell. DW is behind me so I have to keep the pace going. Surprising myself by making it to the summit! Once there we witness the sun disappearing. We try to pick out the fells but it is difficult, there is no definition. Is that Bowfell?
On to Brunt Knott, our last top and a superb 180 degree view of the Lakes, Kentmere, Longsleddale, The Howgills and the Kent Estuary. Down now picking up the pace along the road. Why am I working hard and DW look like he is jogging. We take in the short climb on Reston Scar (not to the top) and head home. Exactly 1 hour 30 mins.
May it be the first of many evening runs this summer.
Russell
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
LDWA 4 Passes
I noticed this coming up but then completely forgot about it until DW mentioned it at training a few days before the event. I say event because it is not a race, there are no times recorded and you can start when you like within reason.
The event was full but there was still a possibility to enter on the day. I needed to be flexible and had to get home as soon as possible. So decided to run independently and change my route if necessary. I paid for my parking in Rosthwaite and did not take advantage of the pre event tea and toast.
Setting off a few minutes ahead of David and Kath I set a comfortable pace and waited for them to catch me. 50 yards form the start I missed the footpath turn and had to double back. Then after half a mile I tripped on a tree route, not unusual for me but still put a small dent in my pride. Luckily no one was around to see it. I am soon at Stockley Bridge and heading onto the fell proper. I spot a runner ahead. After a couple of hundred feet of ascent I meet the sunshine, the warmth is instant and very welcome.
The initial steep climb leads into the runnable section to Styhead which is glorious. Good running and ever improving views of Great End, Lingmell and Great Gable. At Styhead the marshal confirms the runner ahead of me was the first competitor and was more than pleased to announce it was a lady! Another runner passes me, shirtless, it was a nice day but the occasional breeze still had a bite to it.
At Wasdale I am able to take the shortcut under Kirk Fell missing out the checkpoint at The Barn Door Shop. This puts me ahead of everyone and I take the chance to eat and drink. No sign of the others behind. Dore Head, Red Pike and Pillar looking magnificent.
Approaching the top of Black Sail I think I see David and Kath but can’t be sure. I take the grassy line down into Ennerdale and am soon at the Black Sail youth hostel. There have been a few comments made about keeping to the paths as it is a LDWA event, not a fell race, and has a route description. I will leave that to your own conscience.
Two runners ahead of me know on Scarth Gap, after my short snack break and chat with passing walkers asking what I was doing. At the top I glance back to see David approaching in his unique style so I quickly search for my camera. Photos not very good but here is one anyway.
Running with David and Kath now the pace picks up down to Buttermere. The marshal wants my number but I explain that I am not in the event. Nevertheless I am offered juice and cake.
Running with David and Kath now the pace picks up down to Buttermere. The marshal wants my number but I explain that I am not in the event. Nevertheless I am offered juice and cake.
The last climb up the Honister mine track is not too steep but is relentless. David is putting in effort and is rewarded with fine views at the top. I struggle to keep up with Kath but need this sort of thing to regain lost fitness.
Fast descending and a good run to the finish with only one bad route choice and it’s over.
I can’t recommend this route enough and hope the LDWA keep it going.
It would make a good winter training run. The fact it does not go to any summits in no way detracts from the quality or experience.
Well done all Helm Hill.
Russell
Monday, 21 March 2011
Kielder Borderer
Kielder Borderer
(Britain
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David did this race two years ago and it didn’t inspire me much, but somehow this year I found myself looking at the route and being interested in what would be both a challenge and a change from the usual Lakeland
My running was going well until the end of January when a bug got me. I thought I’d recovered early Feb but not so. A trip to the doctor 10 days before the race and subsequent ECG and blood tests had me worried. Results however proved to be OK and so I thought if I felt OK on the day I’d still go.
David said he would do it again but did not seem to keen. I had other ideas which I will come to later. So we set off at 7am Sunday morning therefore missing my usual lie in and bacon and egg. Fresh snow the day before and a poor forecast added to the prospect of an interesting day.
Arriving early not many people were around. I was good to see a car load from Dallam and some familiar faces. To say this race is low key would be an understatement. Registration opened about half an hour before the start in a caravan. Numbers were a mix and match from the organisers own collection. Mine was from the Ian Hodgson relay. (49).
The race briefing stated that the route through the forest from the start was marked but we could go any way we chose. Similarly from the last checkpoint to the finish. Local knowledge would prove vital! So, on the sound of a whistle 37 brave (foolish) souls set off. 32 turned right to follow the marked route and 5 went left. David and I chose left to follow Louise. A local to these parts.
David was soon off into the lead and into the mist followed by one other runner. Louise, Joe and I stayed together to the first checkpoint. Arriving we were in 3rd 4th and 5th. David must be leading the race. Shortly after leaving the checkpoint we met the main group coming the other way. Local knowledge!!
Two years ago David had a good run in a reasonable time. I knew that time and also the winners’ time. As we all know from training and racing David is going well at the moment. I had secretly encouraged him to come as I thought he would do well.
At checkpoint two we were passed by a small group but I could see Davids footprints so knew he was still leading. My plan was working. We followed the border to the Kielder Stone, checkpoint 3, crossing from England to Scotland
Continuing along the border we left what could only vaguely be described as a trod and cut off uphill through thick heather to checkpoint 4. The mist was getting thicker and footprints in the snow going all over, compass needed. However it was not much use. Perhaps some magnetism in the area. The needle swung through 180 degrees and would not settle. So I pressed on and it eventually settled down and the cairn appeared.
On a bearing again and through more heather until the bridleway (vague trod) is reached. A good time to eat again. Running with Louise and Joe again and local knowledge gets us a good line to checkpoint 5. Then finally a good descent through a forest break, mud, snow and tussocks make it interesting.
By this time my feet are completely numb. So running for a mile on a farm track was not the best experience. Then a river crossing, only knee deep. At least the water was warmer than the snow. Now the final climb, set a rhythm and keep going. I spot David footprints again. It knew there must be about 9 or 10 runners in front of me so seeing his prints clearly on the trods meant he was no longer in the lead. I hoped he was still near the front. More boggy trods as we climb gradually to the final checkpoint.
The taped route to the finish went down dark forest breaks, along mountain bike tracks and forest roads. I was trying to keep up with Louise and Joe (local knowledge). She headed of the marked route into the trees a couple of times but it seemed to work out as we were soon down and heading along the final track to the finish.
I found David sitting in the caravan smiling. Drinking tea. Had he won?
It had been close. He was in the leading group on the last climb and stayed with them.
The racing was close through the forest and neck and neck until the final 100yds when David decided to go for it winning by a few seconds. I did not know he was so competitive!
No ceremony and no prizes. Just a small stone trophy to all finishers. Money going to charity. I said it was low key.
Thanks to organisers and hope you keep the race going.
Russell
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Flagging
20th March 2011
Arrive at 9am to flag the course for the Fell Race. It's raining and enthusiasm is low. Soon GB arrives with the flags and we are of up the fell. Carefully placing flags and keeping the routes colour coded, we don't want to lose anyone, and soon we are into the mist and visibility is low. Wet and cold by the summit we leave the flag bags and jog back down. Checking placements to ensure averyone will stay on the right route.
GB goes home when the registration team arrive, I sit in the car to get warm.
Five minutes to race start and I make my way back up the fell to ensure people know where they are going and turn around at the right place. The junior races seem to go without an hitch and now I await the seniors.
Soon they are streaming past and I pick up the last runner to follow to the summit. Now the last job. Collect all the flags. I set of with two sacks, soon they are filling up and awkward to carry. I hope someone will be coming up to help or other spectators have taken the flags down from the junior races but I am out of luck.
At the junior turn I pick up the third sack and struggle on down. I drop below the mist and can see my car. Everyone else has left. Take a breather. Back at the car I load the three full sack into the back. Dismantle the finish funnell and arms aching head off home. Hot bath, bottle of wine and the satisfaction that I have done a little bit for the fell running community.
Cheers!
Arrive at 9am to flag the course for the Fell Race. It's raining and enthusiasm is low. Soon GB arrives with the flags and we are of up the fell. Carefully placing flags and keeping the routes colour coded, we don't want to lose anyone, and soon we are into the mist and visibility is low. Wet and cold by the summit we leave the flag bags and jog back down. Checking placements to ensure averyone will stay on the right route.
GB goes home when the registration team arrive, I sit in the car to get warm.
Five minutes to race start and I make my way back up the fell to ensure people know where they are going and turn around at the right place. The junior races seem to go without an hitch and now I await the seniors.
Soon they are streaming past and I pick up the last runner to follow to the summit. Now the last job. Collect all the flags. I set of with two sacks, soon they are filling up and awkward to carry. I hope someone will be coming up to help or other spectators have taken the flags down from the junior races but I am out of luck.
At the junior turn I pick up the third sack and struggle on down. I drop below the mist and can see my car. Everyone else has left. Take a breather. Back at the car I load the three full sack into the back. Dismantle the finish funnell and arms aching head off home. Hot bath, bottle of wine and the satisfaction that I have done a little bit for the fell running community.
Cheers!
Wuthering Hike
Wuthering Hike 12th March 2011
2.45 am and I wake up, 2 more hours sleep, good. But did I sleep? Not much. Up just before 5 am. Dress, breakfast, pick up my bag. Meticulously packed the night before to avoid delay. Perfect timing as Craig arrives to pick me up. We collect Mick and Steve and are soon approaching Haworth.
After registration and the usual deliberations about what to wear (worse than a Saturday night) we are just about the first to arrive at the start and chat idly to cover the nerves and anticipation of what is to come. All too soon we are off running up the cobbled streets and out onto the moor. The others are off into the distance but Steve and myself, competing as a team, set a steady pace. We queue at the early gates and stiles then climb to Top Withins. The deserted building reputedly the inspiration for Wuthering Heights.
Checkpoint one at Widdop Reservoir, 7 miles gone. A piece of broken biscuit and we press on. There is a man with a camera ahead. We decide to run! Over the moor and down. Someone looks to have taken a tumble and is getting a bit of first aid. It’s Tim! We stop to see what has happened and then run with him for while; he slowly pulls away from us. A bit of adrenaline perhaps. If you want the full gory details then speak to Tim.
We run and chat and are soon at checkpoint two, 13 miles, and more biscuits. I supplement this with my own food, fruit cake, as we hit a short road section. On through mud, bog and farm yards to checkpoint three, 15 miles. We are offered hot dogs. For some reason I quite fancy one but decide against it as the consequences might not be too pleasant. We press on along and down walled tracks and paths to Todmorden. There is potential to go wrong here but I remember it OK from two years ago. Just before the end of the lane there is a rather innocent looking rounded rock in the middle of the path. Do not be fooled. Two years ago I did not see it and twisted my ankle badly, ending my race there and then. Needless to say this year I avoided it. I was now into new territory as the climb to Stoodley Pile approached.
At Mankinholes, checkpoint four, 18.5 miles, we are offered whiskey. I decline but Steve has a wee nip. I cannot however resist the jam doughnuts. As we climb to the pike we spot Tim about a minute ahead. Now the long descent to Hebden Bridge begins. The pounding hurts my feet. Hamstrings tighten and knees wobble. No sooner down than we are into the climb to Heptonstall. 24 miles. The first part is up some steep steps. Thankfully there is a handrail! We pass an award wining pie shop but have to make do with a jam sandwich. I remember the way through Heptonstall from the Calderdale Way but this does not prevent a small detour to someone’s back yard.
Checkpoint five, 25 miles, at Horse Bridge. Straight through and into a seemingly endless gradual climb. We run and jog but the distance is beginning to tell. Passing farm buildings with ankle deep mud and cow ****. I am glad to run through puddles and streams I would normally avoid. A pleasant down hill brings us to checkpoint six, 28 miles, and only the last section over ‘Top o’t Stairs’ remains. Happy to keep our own pace we press on. There are a few words of encouragement from spectators as we make the last descent. A horrible rocky track at the best of times, but after 31 miles a painful experience. Somehow we pass a few runners who are suffering more than us if that was possible! The last section over Penistone Hill and through Haworth to the finish is tricky but we manage to get a good route, brain still working if legs not. And it’s all over. Two pints of Landlord and the world is a better place. Thanks to Craig for driving. Steve for putting up with me and well done to all Helm Hillers.
Never again! Till next year.
Russell
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