From a runner's
It had been a hard night on Saturday. Race preparation had consisted
of a large Thai meal with copious beer, wine and a rather large amount
to cap it all off.
The morning was not as hazy as my head as I drove into the car park and
set up registration. All too soon 11am had arrived and we were off. It
was, as ever, a hard climb up Caerketton with lots of shouts at those
who chose the illegal fence crossing as opposed to the stile, But I was
for the opportunity to wait my turn to cross.
The single file of the first climb soon spread out as we gained the ridge.
Willie Mykura catching me as we neared the Kips
|It was a clear day and I was feeling better than I had last year. I didn't
have the usual Manor Water race in my legs (Manor is next Saturday this
year). My memories of being 6th from last at Castlelaw were put behind
me as I passed Roger Kemp and was informed I was 89th.
The water in Flotterstone Glen was welcome and as I climbed Turnhouse I
had my first Mars bar. The Kips were looking distant as I oscillated with
Charlie Love and Willie Mykura on climbs and descents. My knackered knees
slowing me down on the descents whereas my 'Dolomited' legs were powering
Charlie climbing Black Hill
Willie Mykura running off Black Hill
|As I passed Hare Hill Charlie disappeared into the East, I could still
just see him on the way up Black Hill as I caught up on Willie Mykura again.
We two Willies headed down Black Hill together and as I climbed Bell's
Hill I was pulling away. It is a bit of a slog up to Nick's (the marshal's)
Hill but at least
I could see the hills of home before me from the summit.
I somehow managed to run most of the hills on the way back, and made up
a few more places but never managed to catch Charlie. Maybe next year,
after all he has at least 15 more years of hill runing experience then
Thanks to all the marshals for their support and/or cuddles on the way
Nick at Home on Bell's Hill