Friday, 30 July 2010
Starting in Princetown, Dartmoor nick was a fitting backdrop as teams and individuals made good their 'escapes' over the moors and tors. The weather was ideal with little sign of the notorious shrouds of mist out of which murderous Dickensian villains emerge soaked in bog water wearing Inov8's!
The going was surprisingly, hilly interspersed with some proper boggy ground that sought to suck the strength from your legs and shoes from your feet on numerous occasions. One competitor was eventually hauled by their arms by four strong men from some very wet ground. Getting him out was made the easier when he took his feet out of the stirrups! ( An old one I know but couldn't resist it)
Fenella's 'sensible' navigation ensured our arrival at the overnight camp. A welcome relief for tired legs. Son Rich and mate Add arrived soon after on what was their maiden outing. Camp was basic, water and pretty limited numbers of loos. No shortage of pitch space and some great views to wake up to. Day one completed and in first mix vet position about middle of the field over all.
Day two, dehydrated spag boll perked up with hot chocolate, no wonder sleep was hard to find the night before, so exited about breakfast was I.
Weather spot on again, pretty cool, high cloud cover and only occasional short lived blankets of mist. There was the inconvenience of random kit checks. We, Fenella at least must have an honest face as straight through to 'dib' and off. Son and mate not so, ha! Very soon, son and mate sprint past laughing on way to first checkpoint. Time will tell son.
Working through the checkpoints a 'reckless' but undeniably critical navigational decision (I still assert) was taken. This led through very thick gorse, no sign of a track not even a rabbit run. We made ground and time but poor Fenella, legs cut and as sore as a very cut and sore thing, fell over. More injuries including a pierced water bottle to boot.
Things went much better after that, so well in fact that son and mate rapidly came in to laughing range, Mrs Higgins promised she would still do the Rab and I found two jelly babies I thought I'd eaten earlier.
The finish? Second mixed vet, 39th out of 61 finishers and one ahead of son and mate. Whey hey.
Thursday, 22 July 2010
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
Sunday, 4 July 2010
Loads of prizes as always for a Denbigh Harriers race, a good way to spend a Sunday morning! Jez Brown was third, behind Neil Parry today. But a good run nevertheless.
3 Jez Brown 41.2
38 Michael Jones V40 50.14
46 Peter Roberts V60 51.32
80 Margaret Ludden L40 57.57
94 Robert Mackey V60 59.59
97 Susan Ridings First L50 61.01
98 Tracey Colligan L Buckley????? 61.11
(Not sure about the last one. Not sure if it s a mistake in the results, or somebody new to the club.)
Was I happy.? It was my first outing on this race so I was pleased with my run but disappointed with the time on my watch. 60.05 was not what I wanted, I tried to beat the hour but just couldn’t. But I am much happier about the official time so the answer is “yes”.
And if you have ever wondered why “The Fairy Freckled Cow” follow the link for the full story. http://www.urbanmyths.ca/Myths/Y-Fuwch-Frech--The-Freckled-Cow.html.
Posted by Rob