Well,that was fun. (And it's not often I say that
about a race).
Usually when I've enjoyed a race it means I wasn't really
trying hard enough and indeed, that may well have been the
case today but it was really too nice a run to spoil by
going b*lls out. The views were stunning and everything
about the race was just so good.
Myself and a clubmate caught the 9:45 ferry over to Arran.
On the way over, the top Goat Fell (2867ft, 874m) was
wreathed in mist but as we approached Arran, it was clear
that it was lifting. We strolled to the Rugby club at the
north end of Broddick where registration took place and
warmed up in the playing field.
Walshes laced up, at 12:00 we set off towards Broddick
Castle along the road. As I was unsure about my hill
running abilities over this sort of height/distance, I took
it pretty easy for the first mile and a half (which was on
pretty level road). After that you cut up through forest up
the hill proper. This means that about 98% of the ascent
takes place in about 2.5 miles. Despite this, there are a
good number of runable stretches and apart from the
expected wheezing and gasping the ascent wasn't too bad
until we neared the summit where I was stumbling and
tripping over everything and getting just a little worried
about how my legs would cope on the way down. The path
itself was dry and a mixture of gravel and stone. Couldn't
really have asked for more.
The path to the summit takes you behind a ridge and about
100m for the top you rise up over the ridge to enjoy and
absolutely stunning view over the bay towards Broddick. It
really was the kind of view that makes you utter out loud
involuntarily. I would like to say I used suitably poetic
words but I think at the time, "[censored] me!" was the best I
could muster. ;-)
My clubmate beat me to the trig point by about 90 seconds
(boo!) but within a couple of minutes I had passed him on
the way down. (I reached the top after 1:09). I was going to
say that he was running downhill like a girly but that would
being doing a gross injustice to the women who were running.
I had passed the eventual 2nd lady on the way up but she
passed me like I was standing still ( and enjoying a
leisurely picnic with a fine bottle of chilled Chablis) on
the way down. I just couldn't believe the way she hopped and
skipped her way down. I foolishly thought that I would catch
her on the levelish bit but no way! In the end she finished
just 5 minutes ahead of me so I probably was catching her on
the level bits but she was amazing to watch.
My stumbling uphill legs seem to be enjoying the change of
slope. With rejuvinated muscles and with much hoping,
skipping and generally scaring the bejesus out of the hill
walkers on their way up, it was back to the road. How
terrible that felt after all the off-road stuff! Legs
suddenly felt leaden and the last mile and a half seemed
much longer than on the way up. Eventually hit Broddick and
crossed the line in 1:55:58. Only managed 61st out of 82 in
the end but I don't care, it was too much fun to worry
about. Beat my club mate by over 5 minutes so that was all
that mattered. ;-)
Brilliant showers at the rugby club with oodles of hot
water. Also ample supplies of free bananas, sandwiches,
buttered jammy scones and carrot cake. There was a nominal
charge for tea and cooffee but free refills thereafter.
I would say that a great time was had by all if it wasn't
for one chap who fell heavily and managed to bleed fairly
copiously all the way down the mountain despite being
patched up. Another poor woman fell heavily on her knee and
I stongly suspect broke something very painful and had to be
stretchered off by the mountain rescue who were in
attendance at several points on the hill. (Might well end up
getting anaesthetised by my better half later tonight).
All in all though, well organised, friendly and great fun.
Don't miss it next year!
Tim
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