29th November
Lee Mill Quarry Relays
Wooow what a day. This was the forecast the night before, and it certainly didn't disappoint:
The conditions were so bad that the race organiser actually offered teams the chance to defer their entry till next year, and several teams took him up on his offer. It didn't deter too many though and there were more than 100 teams turning up for a slog across the bogs of the West Pennine Moors.
As organiser for my club's four teams I had the added pressure of making sure everyone was where they should be, when they should be. Our first four runners got off fine and everybody else had turned up and were given their numbers and instructions so everything actually started off pretty smoothly. Things got a little bit worrying though when our fourth leg 1 runner hadn't come in after an hour and a half - the leaders came in at about 50 mins and by 1:20 almost everybody else was in. It was especially worrying as this was her first ever fell race and I didn't really know how well equipped she was to cope with the conditions. Eventually at about 1:45 she came hobbling into the finish looking pretty distressed. She'd turned her ankle right at the summit of the course and had been struggling the whole way round. She put in an amazing effort to get round the rest of the course though, I just hope the experience hasn't put her off entering more races in the future.
Other than that hiccup, everything seemed to be going well. Runners were coming in off the course with tales of horrific conditions on the tops, man-eating bogs and even a lake that had sprung up on part of the course. About half an hour before I was due to be going off I was in the car getting ready when the rain went completely bonkers. Luckily it only lasted about 10 minutes, but I really felt for the guys out on the course in that. It was serious cloudburst stuff, and combined with the 50mph winds that must have been atrocious to be out in.
I got to the start line at about 1:25, expecting my leg 3 runner to be coming in at about 1:40, only when I got there the race organiser was already rounding people up for a leg 4 mass-start at 1:30! I quickly stripped off to my race gear, but then realised that two of our other leg 4 runners weren't around. I had a mad sprint around and luckily found them walking up to the start field. If I hadn't they'd have missed it and maybe wouldn't have been allowed to run.
The rain had stopped by the time my leg started, but it was still crazy windy. The race started up on a decent track for a while before heading out onto the open moorland. From here it was just boggy and muddy the whole way to the top, a climb of about 250m. As we got near the summit I saw the Mountain Rescue vehicle driving off down an access road with it's blue lights on - later on I heard someone had to get taken to hospital due to suffering with hypothermia, but has since made a good recovery.
For some reason they'd shortened the route to cut out the very summit, but it was only a shortcut of a few hundred yards. We headed down the access road track which was a nice respite from the bogs, but then we cut off there and headed down the edge of a small ravine on a really muddy and slippery singletrack path. It was difficult staying upright on this bit, but when we headed off down a steep grassy bank, it was impossible. I ended up doing most of the descent sliding down on my arse, but at least it got me down quickly!
From there it was another mega-steep climb where at points I was using my hands as a kind of uphill crawl. The final run across the tops from there was what everyone down on the ground had been talking about. The wind was blowing in our faces, gusting upto 60mph or more at times, and the ground was a quagmire. There was standing water and mud everywhere, and you had no idea whether it was going to be an inch deep, or three feet deep. I went in up to my waist a few times, and at one point had to pull a girl out who'd gone in and got stuck. The wind was so strong that at times you literally couldn't run into it and had to slow to a walk. After this section we dropped down into the disused quarry that the route is based around, and we came across 'the lake'. A dip in the ground had filled with water and the choices were to cut under a barbed wire fence and climb up a steep slope to run around the lake, or wade through freezing cold waist deep water. I wussed out and went under the fence!
After that it was a fairly straightforward descent back to the finish. I came in at 1:03:23 for exactly 10k which I think shows just how tough this course was (I expect my flat 10k time to be around 40-41 mins).
Elevation profile:
Despite the weather and terrain conditions, almost every one of the 400+ runners seemed to be smiling and having a great time. The event definitely affirmed my belief that fell running is the greatest sport in the world! A few good performances over the last few weeks has really got my motivation up so after a few easy-ish weeks I'm going to get back on the training to do another block of maybe 6 weeks of solid effort. Christmas may disrupt that a little but I'll do what I can. Going to rest today and get back out tomorrow. Hopefully some photos from yesterday to follow.