Richard and Sandra Chandler
Richard and Sandra Chandler
Carnethy member (and-NOT-on-committee-BUT-always-working-hard-for-the-club-in-many-ways) Mike Lynch, hanger-on, Bob Johnson and friend of the club, Nick Williamson, completed the Three-Peaks Cyclo-Cross on Sunday. Nick very much led the way and held onto 22nd place at the top of Pen-y-Ghent only to puncture shortly afterwards and “slump” to 38th. Nick finished in a brilliant 3:32:42 with Bob just about half an hour down on him in 149th place just over 4hrs in 4:01:11. Mike shaved a load off his previous time and finished in 4:43:40 with the following commentary:-
“Needless to say, happy with a 19 minute PB, but still lots to learn from this race. The difference this year was: the bike, the tyres, knowing what to expect, a proper lifting technique, more confidence in the descents and Vaseline. The weather was wetter and muddier than last year, but I preferred the cool weather to the heat of last year. Thanks to Bob I greased up my arms with Vaseline and this was a real treat. Bring on 2017! Highlight? Seeing Jonny Brownlee standing between Ingleborough and Whernside on the road section and clapping and cheering us on”. Words courtesy Anita Gussette.
Mike’s advocacy of Vaseline has no doubt helped him to pick up a new sponsorship deal for 2017 – he’s managed to wangle three metric tonnes of Vaseline for his own use in 2017. Bob also picked up a new sponsorship deal with “thesoloclub.com” and has promised to help Mike with application of said Vaseline (heresay).
Best wishes to all (sorry about the strange cycling top)
Bob and Mike
Foxlake is primarily a cable wake boarding centre. They also host other events, trail runs and the Durty Events Night tri. The same team puts on Craggy Island and Aviemore triathlons. It promised to be a bit of fun, demonstrated by the fact – you drink a small quantity of beer and have 30 secs deducted for each of three possible refreshment opportunities. I did Gullane Beach tri and finished hobbling with a sore calf. I was uncertain until the day. It was 10 minutes ride from home and something a bit different on a Saturday night, decision made. First time I’ve asked for an on the night entry.
The floodlights made a modest impact. However wasteful the glow sticks were, they were colourful as I watched the first wave splash up the dark water. Only 200m, but decided on wetsuit, it was chilly waiting in the water. A few went without.
The additional tactics of making your bike visible in transition and avoiding navigational errors in the dark added to the experience. I left my back light on ready. Straight into trail shoes and flats with pins I sped off from transition onto familiar trails for a 5.7km ride. My rigid 29er mtn bike was just the job for the almost entirely flat course. The variety of lighting options made for quite a spectacle as the participants cycled and ran around the lake. My “Mary” bars made for tricky light mounting, I was glad for additional helmet lighting. Embarrassingly at the start of the 1.8km run I managed to choose a different path from everyone else, giving me incentive to run a bit harder.
I avoided the beers but having been put in the second wave with the women and the vintage was unsure of my position, it being dark added to the uncertainty. I was happy my calf held up and it certainly helped knowing the local trails.
Recommended for a fast and furious outing. Make a day or an afternoon and visit Dunbar, John Muir Birth Place.
A good number of Carnethies scattered themselves about the field at a blustery and increasingly damp Two Breweries race on Saturday.
The day started dry and the trot from Traquair House along the road and then up the first grassy climb was pleasant. Approaching the top of Birkscairn Hill the wind stiffened enough to make meaningful forward progress a real effort and it was a relief to escape it on the descent down to Glensax. The Carnethy vest of Helen Bonsor ahead proved a good target on the steep climb up to Hundleshope Heights and we ran together for most of the rather grim and windy traverse round Broom Hill, up Stob Law and down to Glenrath Farm where we picked up a confused Bog Trotter wandering around in the farmyard.
With effort I just about managed to keep Helen in sight on the climb up Whitelaw Hill and the descent down to Stobo but she pulled away along the road and then further ahead on the track leading to the bottom of Trahenna where I was plodding somewhat, consuming a few jelly pieces to try and reinvigorate the legs.
This was my first running of the Two Breweries and as the weather closed in Trahenna lived up to its reputation as a sting in the tail. The 250m of climbing felt endless in the deep grass, increasing wind and rain and falling temperatures, the only consolation being that those ahead seemed to be staggering around in a similar private hell and those behind were getting no closer. I staggered off the summit but the legs gradually strengthened and I was feeling almost normal by the time I reached the road for the last canter to the finish. Unfortunately I had to leave early with too little opportunity to sample the beer at the finish or witness the prize giving, but the soup, sandwiches and cake were more than welcome.
Many thanks are due to the marshals and mountain rescue who manned summit checkpoints in what were at times pretty miserable conditions. The results show that Charlotte Morgan was first female, Helen was second. Stewart Whitlie was third overall. 92 started but a good number must have dropped out, leaving only 76 at the finish.
Full results here.
|Runner||1 - Boghall||2 - Swanston||3 - Kilrubie||4 - Harlaw||5 - Cademuir||6 - Arthurs Seat||Best 3|
Eoin Lennon – 15th
Ring of Steal Skyrace
Liam Braby – 7th, Nigel Shekleton 19th, Jeff Roberts – 84th
Glen Coe Skyline
Jasmin Paris – 1st (21st overall) 8h 15m, Andy Fallas – 6th 7h 29m, Konrad Rawlik – 28th 8h 47m, Jon Ascroft – 29th 8h 53m, Jonny Muir – 43rd 9h 22m, Antony Hemmings – 84th 10h 46m
In lieu of prose, below is a personal insight into the enormity of the Glen Coe Skyline in numbers.
5896 calories burnt (so says Strava)
4800 metres of ascent
4800 metres of descent
1150-metre highest point at Bidean nam Bian
870 metres of vertical climb between Glen Coe and Sgorr nam Fiannaidh
596 metres of vertical gain in mile 22
562 minutes of running
359 minutes of uphill running
200 storeys Buachaille Etive Mor would approximately have if it was a building
175 beats per minute, as seen on the heart rate monitor on the wrist of Malene Blikken Haukoy on Curved Ridge
169 minutes of running more than race winner Jonathan Albon
87 minutes spent crossing Aonach Eagach
21 positions gained from Lairig Eilde (checkpoint 5) to the end
10-inch post-race pizza
6 hours of broken pre-race sleep
5am alarm call
5-metre lowest point at Kinlochleven
4 Ibuprofen shots
3 Mars Bars
3 incoherent mutterings at cameras when asked, ‘how are you doing?’
2 fat ankles
2 blood wounds
1 warning of ‘risk of serious injury or death’
1 nervy leg-twitching moment on Aonach Eagach
1 extraordinary day in the Scottish mountains
|Runner||Handicap||Finish Time||Run Time||Points|
When travelling with work recently I’ve been trying to enter a local race when I’m away. It has many benefits, including seeing a bit more of the country you’re travelling to and also giving you something to do that isn’t eating and drinking. It’s actually quite fun, and most of the time you’ll be first Carnethy over the line, which is a very rare treat indeed. So, with a holiday to New York looming, I thought I’d do the same but for a pleasure trip, as I’ve quite enjoyed the novelty of it all and as I’ve said it is quite a good thing to do. A quick look online, and the only one that was open and available was the (catchily-named) Henry Isola 4M Cross Country in the Bronx area of town – a mere 100 block subway ride from our hotel. 4 Miles, easy peasy. Looking at last year’s times, they were not super-duper fast. Maybe, just maybe, I could actually do quite well? If nothing else it might be fun. My lovely wife, Jill, also thought it may be fun, and also signed up. Fun fun fun, what a fun thing to do on holiday! Did I say fun? Fun!
So, to the fun bit. Ho ho. For those of you that haven’t done this race before, it’s two laps in Van Cortlandt Park (fans of the 1970s cult film classic “The Warriors” may have heard of it). The start leads out round a playing field, then into some woods, up a hill (maybe 100ft in total), then back round into the open field. Then same again. Then that’s you, you can wander home, picking up a bagel on the way, maybe even a cwoffee, honk some car horns, spit, shout at strangers, and just generally enjoy the Big Apple. The joy, the fun!
To my surprise, it wasn’t fun! Getting up jetlagged wasn’t that fun. Stepping out into the morning heat wasn’t particularly fun either. We were not used to temperatures above 30 degrees, that’s for sure. Once registered at the park we hid under a tree until the start, trying to dodge the sunshine as best we could. Drinking lots and lots of water, too, because we were getting a bit crispy out there. Wandering out to the start line was a taste of what lay ahead, with the full weight of the sun bearing down. I started strongly, as I honestly thought I could do well, despite the conditions, and started daydreaming of a podium spot (seriously! I can’t believe I even thought that). The first mile was a solid effort while I got into things, pushing a quick but do-able pace, the leaders just ahead. I was looking around, sizing people up. Two super-fast lads were stretching out, long gone, but the rest didn’t seem so daunting. I was poised. In position. Ready. Then…I melted! Everything just went a bit soggy. As my body turned to liquid, the mouth turned to dust, not a single drop of moisture in my mouth or throat. I could feel every single degree of heat, both on my skin and in every gulp of air. Running became the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, and I’d barely done a mile…AND there was a bloody hill still ahead! Why was this so hard? Maybe, somehow, the hill would help? Unbelievably, it didn’t! In fact, if anything it just made things worse! Can you believe that? My pace crumbled, and the acclimatised locals flew by, one by one, skipping along quite happily, not even a drop of sweat. I seriously started to doubt whether I could finish two laps. I’d all but given up after the first lap, and the second was spent in some kind of survival mode. Even on the final 100 yards, I could not muster anything to contest the people running by. My word, it was grim.
After I finished, I cut a few corners and met Jill on her second lap. Was she enjoying it? Her language suggested otherwise. Specifically, her language directed at me. She also had some colourful opinions on my “fun” holiday idea. She finished well, though, and we went back to the hotel drinking as much fluid, and as many ice creams as we could. I don’t know if she enjoyed it after-the-fact, because I’ve deliberately never mentioned it again. That was three weeks ago.
Anyway, many thanks to the organisers and marshals! They were fantastic, the route was good too. In future, maybe we should run in cooler climates, or at least have longer than 12 hours to acclimatise. Ah well! Results here!
Some photos from today’s SHR and Carnethy champs race
On Tuesday night around half past six it was 22 degrees and bright and sunny in Edinburgh as Alison and I toddled around Mortonhall, boding well for the following evening’s final handicap race of the season. Typically race day arrived dank, dreich and dreary and by evening the haar over Arthur’s Seat reduced visibility to a few metres on the tops.
Some 32 diehards turned up though and set off into the murk on myriad route choices with 3 getting sufficiently lost they couldn’t even find some of the hills. Some over ran the course and took in Nether Hill (to catch the views perhaps) and on leaving Crow Hill people were running to the left and right of each other uncertain of the right descent line. On Whinny Hill several opted to do both tops to ensure that they actually did the summit. Again descent lines here were every which way as were ascent lines to the highest point on the crags.
However, all got safely back and there was much excited chatter at the finish line as route choice(?) was discussed. Sadly, due to an overbooking at Kilderkin the chat wasn’t continued there as there was no room in the inn despite assurances given to me the day before when I popped in to ensure everything was in order.
The prize giving will now be next Wednesday at KB and I’ll arrange for food to be served … Honest!
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