27/09/2009 by Ivan.

On the journey to Llanbedr with Lou and Mark, Lou interrupts my riveting tale about what I had to eat and drink the night before.

“Right, both of you – as neither of you have recced this route, I’m going to talk you through the course, so you won’t get lost. You go along the flat in the village for a bit, and then uphill on the road, and then uphill on the hill, then when you get to the first proper hill, you go uphill, and then a bit of down, and then up the really really big hill, and along a ridge, then down to a stream, then through the woods – with a bit of uphill and some downhill, followed by the last hill”

“OK, Lou – you lost me at the village. I think my strategy will be to follow someone in front who knows where they’re going. Hopefully that’s everyone doing the race except for me, and er. Mark”

15 minutes before the race, I was surprised, alarmed but somehow reassured by the sight of Vanessa and Matthew eating bagels. I was also told by Vanessa that this had been preceded by a big piece of chocolate cake before they left home. I had imagined the Lawson pre-race breakfast regime would be one of 6 am alarms with scientifically weighted out porridge, followed by a food tapering programme until the start of the race. So mesmerised was I by this unexpected spectacle of cavalier bagel eating, that I temporarily forgot my reserve and asked if I could pinch one. They were very tasty. Also, I was to find out later, this bagel eating strategy was to pay dividends to the Lawson family.

Sue Ashton kindly took our £5 for the race entry whilst informing us that this was exceptional value for money as we got a lot of miles for our fiver.

Lots of Harriers were standing around earnestly pouring over maps. I tried to pick out the ones that most looked like they knew where they were going. My strategy would be to hang on to their shirt-tails until they got too fast, or too slow, and then I would attach myself like a limpet to some other human compass.

There was a truly impressive number of Harriers – both male and female turning up for this event. I believe the vast majority had either done the race before, or recced it more times than Vanessa had birthday cakes presented to her on Saturday. I was quite worried at one point over the last two weeks that Dick had developed a severe case of obsessive compulsive Black Mountain reccying disorder. However, as we will discover later, this OCRD was to bear fruits for Dick. It was certainly to prove more fruitful than those in denial that a peak at the map beforehand might be beneficial.

At the start I had to reach for my sunglasses – nothing to do with the sun – just to shade my eyes from Gareth Jones’ dazzling attire of United Jack shorts and fluorescent Kanadia trail shoes.

Although conditions were remarkably clement for the time of year – clear skies and temperatures in the 20’s – Gill Stott was taking no chances. Her 60 litre rucksack complete with overnight bivvi stove, 5 season sleeping bag, 20 day expedition rations and a 4 man tent did appear to be weighing her down slightly – but not dampening her irrepressible spirit and good humour. It was canny training for the OMM and as she beat her husband, she now has proved herself worthy of carrying all their kit for the OMM. Bit of an own goal there Gill.

So, the race. Well, it was long and hilly. Actually, it was very long, and very hilly. I think there were 3 big hills in it, but my maths isn’t good so there could have been more, but there definitely weren’t less. There were lots of little hills as well, and lots of downhill – but I can’t recall too much flat – other than a couple of superb ridge runs. The scenery was truly stunning – unsurprisingly comprising more hills – near hills and far hills, trees, woods (more about those later), valleys – and all bathed in an abundance of glorious sunshine. The only downside of the glorious sunshine was that it was hot. Fortunately I’d had the foresight to ask Mark if I could pinch his water bottle about 5 minutes before the start of the race. I hadn’t even considered water – being a novice to this fell running game I assumed there would be water stations. A couple of well placed streams provided the essential rehydration substance . However, I still arrived at the finish with my head and mouth feeling like I’d spent a month in the desert with nothing to drink but a crate of red wine.

The beginning of the race was as Lou had described – up basically, with a bit more up and a lot more up after that. Just when you were convinced you must be at the top of Mount Everest or at least Pen Cerrig-calch, you would realise you had reached a false summit and the true summit lay tantalisingly in the distance. After Pen Cerrig-calch had been bagged, there was a brief period of running on something which resembled a path. I had Andy Blackmore firmly in my sights here. Esther and I followed him for a good 15 minutes or so. He looked strong, he looked confident, more to the point, he looked like he knew where he was going. I tucked in behind him looking forward to a nice 15 mile navigational free run in his slipstream. Suddenly, he sat down. “I’m just having a little rest” he said. “But you can’t! “ I thought “you are our guiding navigational beacon of hope”. He didn’t look like he was about to do anything more strenuous than open up his sandwiches. Despondent Esther and I trudged on – negotiating a bracken forest to arrive at our first stream.
It was after this point that the false summits really came into their own. The bracken infested vertical climb up to the summit of Pen y Relentless Slog Gadair Fawr proved to be quite a sociable occasion. As Esther and I seemed to have given up competing with each other because basically we were going at the same pace, we had a nice chat and caught up on events in each other’s lives for the last 6 months. Despite the convivial chat, we managed to catch up with Luke and Mark. This is the first (and I am sure the last) time I have ever encountered Luke and Mark half way through a race. I worried for one minute I was back in the Amsterdam coffee shop hell suffering the hallucinogenic effects of dodgy dope cake.

“You’re in a race. Stop talking”. Bellowed Luke, seconded by Mark. We ignored them and continued toiling and chatting until we reached the summit. On the knee wrecking descent we caught up with Andy Stott and Andy Hughes. It occurred to me at this point that we have an excess of Andy’s in the club, but just at that moment – when breath was in short supply, it was good economisation to utter “Hello Andy’s”. We arrived at the second stream like 4 rabid, slathering beasts – all desperately taking in as much water as possible before the steep slog up the other side of the valley. Hand over hand on the fence wire, we hauled ourselves up the grassy bank.

At the top we had the cheery (and it turns out incorrect) news from James (our budding economist – who needs to try harder at numbers) that Esther and I were 3rd and 4th lady – in fact, we were 4th and 5th at that point. At the prize giving I noticed that none of the leading 3 ladies looked like men – which can sometimes be the case in these competitions – so it was just a case of sloppy accounting on James’ part. Anyway, other than that, he did a great job and it was lovely to see his smiling (or was it grimacing?) face – he did mention that he was cold, but that problem could easily be solved if he just ate a bit more. I should have mentioned that the Lawsons had a surplus of cakes and bagels for general consumption.

This was the point at which the long awaited “nice ridge walk” I had been promised, arrived. It was indeed very lovely. I worried a bit that I was finding it a bit too lovely. I did quite a bit of looking around and admiring the scenery and commenting to Esther about its loveliness. I realised that perhaps I shouldn’t be focusing on scenery and enjoyment, and be getting down to the gritty business of having a knarly, hard, unpleasant time – i.e. I should have been running a bit faster. Esther said her energy levels were dipping and that she was having a gel, and would I like one. I declined on the grounds that I didn’t want to deprive her of a gel she might need later on. About 5 minutes later, the effects of this ‘rocket fuel’ propelled her down the hillside like a chamois in sight of its prey. It’s prey was a red speck in the distance – a fellow competitor – i.e. someone in front who knew where they were going. She tore through bracken and brambles with the agility of a gazelle leaving the poor fat knacker (me) trailing and flailing around in her wake. Only one thing for it I thought. “Er, Est – could I have one of those gel things please?” She very generously gave me her last gel.

We were now entering the woods – without a fellow competitor in sight. Oh dear – I thought – not a good place to be when I haven’t a clue where we’re going, and Esther has only done this race once before. However, it all began well – we followed the red and white tapes diligently, until, well, we couldn’t see any more. We had been running about 10 minutes up some random forest track before I realised Esther had stopped to consult her map and compass. Oh dear – I thought – not a good sign.

“I think we are going the wrong way” Est announced “we’re heading North West when we should be heading South West”.

“Oh, that’s a shame. It looks like there’s a clearing a bit further on – and then we can, you know, see stuff, and maybe we can get back on track”

“No, Niki – we are going completely in the wrong direction. We need to turn back and get on the right path”

I reluctantly had to concede that Esther had a point. It did not make any sense to continue in the wrong direction just because it was nice and sunny ahead and we would be out of the woods. We headed back into the thick of the woods, despondent that our brains hadn’t saved our legs. Esther continued to navigate us out of the forest and back on the right track – I have no idea how she managed it – other than genius, cunning and brilliance.

“I recognise this track” she said euphorically. It was then only 15-20 minutes or so to the top of the last hill and checkpost, where we began to forget our navigational crisis and focus on our imminent death by thirst crisis. Orange juice and lemonade was voted our No. 1 fantasy drink. Est politely begged the marshal for water, and he offered us the remaining dribble of his carbonated water. The end was now firmly in sight. Sue Ashton was taking photographs on the final descent and told us that Dick and Vanessa were in front. It was at this point we realised that our navigational error had cost us dear, but then, that’s what fell racing is all about – you can be the fastest person in the world – but you need to be running in the right direction. Vanessa was a worthy No. 1 Female Chepstow Harrier to cross the finish line – in 4th position. It was her birthday too so what better birthday present could she have had. Well done Vanessa – and thanks for the bagel!

On the very final descent, past all the Essex Scouts on a hill walk, I thought I saw Dick ahead. This spurred me on – the competitive spirit kicking in (eventually after 16 miles) and I hammered down the trail, only to reach the bottom and discover two things 1) it wasn’t Dick, 2) I finally understood what people meant when they talked about their legs turning to rubber. I thought it was highly probable that my legs would collapse underneath me – which would have given me a nice rest, but sadly they didn’t – so Est and I slogged up the final small uphill bit to the finish line and as we’d agreed half way round – crossed it together. Upon crossing the line she said “So, it’s b*ll*cks that you don’t need to recce it then”.

Lou was next female Harrier in, looking as fresh as a daisy, but having had some foot trouble along the way. Gill was another to arrive beaming from ear to ear – complete with her OMM training pack and glow that we all get when we beat our male partners!

Colin mysteriously appeared quite some time after the prize presentation. I believe he had got lost, found himself outside a pub (funny that) in some random village which wasn’t Llanbedr, persuaded some locals to take pity on him and give him a lift to the finish. And he’d recced it!

Our leading 3 men won the Team Prize – Paul Murrin, Matthew and Steve Caldwell – all having had really excellent runs. Dick won 1st MV60 prize, and Gareth won 2nd MV60 prize. A fantastic effort by our men. However, I think it was also a fantastic effort by Chepstow Harriers women – but no team prize or Vets prizes were awarded for any women – presumably due to the small number of women taking part. But we’re not bitter – much.

The event was rounded off perfectly by Lou and Gill driving 10 drunk blokes from Kent to Crickhowell. They were on a walking and beer-drinking weekend, and were halfway through the day’s walk when they found the pub in Llanbedr and remained there until they’d given up any ideas of walking over the next hill to Crickhowell – and had resigned themselves to getting a taxi when they could no longer stand. They were certainly very lively and entertaining, and Lou and Gill generously spared them the taxi fare by shuttling them back to their hotel.

A massive thank you for Lou for a fantastic post Black Mountains party in the evening to celebrate Vanessa’s birthday. The pasties and puddings were awesome. A perfect finish to a perfect day.

Photo by Alastair Tye, more here http://picasaweb.google.com/alastair.tye/BlackMountains#

Photo by Sue, more at http://picasaweb.google.com/gerry.ashton/BlackMountainsFellRace2009?feat=email#

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25/09/2009 by Ivan.

A week is a long time when climbing a volcano, especially one that can bite back. I found this out when caught in its sulphur cloud at the crater’s edge, lucky for me, my mountain guide ‘Franko’ had his wits about him.

I had excellent company for the week and would recommend this holiday to anyone who would like a change from running up Sugar Loaf.

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20/09/2009 by Ivan.

Date for your diary :

Sue & Gerry are organising the presentation of the awards for the fell series as a social / training gathering at their house in monmouth on 22^nd November. There will be a choice of runs on offer and some food to follow. It is open to all club members. One of the runs will be a recce of the Kymin winter fell race route. The other a flat riverside run.

More details will follow.

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16/09/2009 by Ivan.

Report compiled from the bulletin board, mainly by Vanessa

A car load with Matthew, Dick, Colin and Andy Blackmore drove up on Sunday, and the Ashtons also went up to Church Stretton for the Stretton Skyline fell race. 19 miles and 4,450ft of ascent up and down the Long Mynd area. It’s organised by Telford AC.

The results from Telford AC website:
Matthew 9th 2.58.55
Gerry 48th 3.37.40
Andy 53rd 3.40.00
Colin 80th 4.10.20
Dick 81st 4.10.20

93 starters and 85 finishers.

Matthew won the vet 40 prize
Gerry also did a PB by 24 mins.
Colin managed a PB by 39 minutes.
Matthew assures me that everyone enjoyed it! (Well, he did, anyway)

 ”A good, but tough race which has one of the best descents of any race I have ever done (from the Long Mynd into Little Stretton), the only drawback being that you still have four hills and about 15 miles of running to do at that point.”  Matthew

Gerry’s report can be found on his blog:

http://gerrya.wordpress.com/2009/09/13/stretton-skyline-fell-race/

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03/09/2009 by Ivan.

Machen Mania - by Niki

 “And you go over the top here.” bellowed the Army commander to his squaddies, pointing with a long stick at a cairn on the blown up map at the Army Headquarters, sorry Machen Cricket Club. I tried to peer through the bored looking squaddies at the map, and caught a worrying glimpse of lots of brown lines either side of the cairn. I guess because the race had 10k in its title, I assumed it wouldn’t be tough – ignoring the word Mountain. I didn’t really need to look at the map, as Gill, Dick and Lou – all veterans of the Machen Mountain 10k, just pointed at a gargantuan lump behind me.

“So talk me through the course” I demanded trying to psyche myself into race mode – having spent the preceding part of the bank holiday wafting around, with a heavily negative output to input ratio – i.e. getting heavily acquainted with the sofa and the contents of the fridge. I was feeling as fired up as a nonagenarian on beta blockers.

“You run round this field, then through the town, up a steep hill on the road, then up more of a hill off-road, then through some styles, then contour through the forest for a bit, then up a bit more, then steeply up, before tackling the hill that leads you up a steep incline to the top. Then you run downhill a lot.”

Me: “So, it’s like, up and down then”

Gill: “Yeah”

Me: “So, a fell race then basically”

Gill: “No, well yes, but no, but yes, but”

Random runner from another club: “How does it compare with your Tintern Trot”

Gill: “Oh, about the same”

Me, after random runs off looking relieved: “But, Gill, the Tintern Trot doesn’t have 1000 ft of ascent does it?”

Gill: “Detail, detail…”

Dick, James, Lou, Gill, Andy Stott, Rob Brown, Ian and Becca all arrived about 3 hours early in order to ensure getting a place as they were all too disorganised to enter in advance. The disconcerting aspect of arriving that early to a race is the need to visit the toilet once every 5 minutes until the start – just in case one should be carrying half an ounce more than necessary round the course. This is fine unless the one functioning Ladies toilet happens to lock you in every time you visit and you need to be rescued each time. Andy’s Godmother was fortunate enough to be discovered trapped in this less than salubrious environment by Gill and was freed before the start. I believe she is currently doing well in therapy.

And so to the start. Ian’s American girlfriend Becca, just over for the weekend and the Machen Mountain 10k, was taking no chances with the British weather and wore a warm pair of gloves the whole way round. As it was I believe the first race she had entered in Britain, Ian kindly ran round with her all the way – men take note on Ian’s lessons in gallant behaviour. Very impressive and will win you lots of favours – but you need to put away your pride and any notions of a PB. Becca reported enjoying it enormously. This is laudable – however, Ian after she’s done a couple more races, you do need to explain to her that enjoyment is absolutely not the point. Anyway, she did very well, and good effort coming all that way for a 10k.

Lou went off like a rocket and I tried to keep up with her for about the first 30 seconds before I realised I would be revisiting my bank holiday excess quite rapidly if I tried to stay with her. The race was very much as described by Gill. After a mile or two, we came across a style and two very officious looking marshalls told us not to race the styles – but to form an orderly queue. Lou, a student of AC’s off-road courses was having none of this queuing nonsense, and nonchalantly trotted past about 5 blokes to volt over the gate adjacent to the style. I admired her attitude, but felt far too British to follow suit, so I stayed mute, and took my place behind about 10 runners all being infuriatingly slow and ponderous. Approximately 15 minutes later, I crossed the style, and by this time, felt so pumped up with aggression and rage that I managed to actually run up most of the rest of the hill to the cairn.

On crossing another style close to the top, a woman was just ahead of me. We did the British thing of “no, you go first”, “no, you, please” “no, no really, you first”. I subsequently found out she was the first Female Vet 40 who won a trophy and a tenner and beat me by 38 seconds. If I’d have known that at the time, I would have rugby-tackled her to the ground, found a couple of burly Army marshals, made them sit on her for 39 seconds, and run like hell to the finish.

The downhill was great – fast, and with lots of interest – down a steep hillside, followed by down through the forest, followed by fast, downhill on the road. You get the picture – a lot of down. The horrid bit for me was the last lap of the field at the end – by then, mentally you felt like it should be all over – and it just felt like an unpleasant slog when your legs were completely trashed by the descent. Still, I was elated to finish, and (almost retrospectively) really enjoyed the whole event. It’s a really fantastic little race – it’s local, low-key, inexpensive, we all received a lovely t-shirt, and the course and scenery were inspiring.

Gill won first Female Vet 50 prize, and Dick won first Male Vet 60 prize. Well done them!!! Also, I won’t hold it against Sharon Woods for being first FV40 – but next time, I’m not waiting at no style!

Harriers Results were as follows:
47.30 Mark Harvey
51.55 Andy Stott
53.17 James Blore
53.20 Matt Creed
56.27 Niki
59.05 Dick
59.33 Gill
59.54 Lou
68.05 Rob Brown
71.26 Ian and Becca
The End.

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19/07/2009 by Dick.

Not content with winning her age group bottles of beer at Pen y Fan on Saturday, Stottie returned to the Beacons today and this time won two bottles of wine (she thinks she won just the one prize and asked me to collect it when she left early to fulfill a social engagement, but she also won a bottle for being a member of the winning team. I’m hoping she doesn’t read this as I’m hoping to guzzle one of the bottles to comfort me for a rubbish run).

I haven’t seen the results nor spoken to Mr Stott, nor Mr & Mrs Ashton so I can’t comment on their performance, but I shared a car with Matthew L who reckoned he had a good run, being 8th at the summit and finishing a creditable 13th.

I do know that Colin P wasn’t content with a mere 10 miles and decided to add another 4 to make it worthwhile, by improving upon the organiser’s set route and including a premature recce of the Brecon Beacons race course!

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18/07/2009 by Dick.

Just three club members stood at the line up for the Pen y Fan Fell Race this year.  The turnout was quite good though, some runners coming from as far away as Cambridge, making a weekend of the two events (Fan y Big tomorrow).  Although billed as a ‘short’ fell race – only 3.5 miles and 1930 feet climb - the mountain certainly looked bigger and further viewed from the start.   Old timers gave advice about the grassy and slippery descent down into the bog, commenting that the route was ‘up to you’-  worrying if you hadn’t done it before.  Substantial ravines nestled menacingly at the bottom, filled with streams engorged by the storm a couple of days earlier.

Dick, in his new superman style, sped off, Andy in front and Gill padded behind, trying to hang on to Dick’s shirt tails.  The ascent up to Corn Du was littered with walkers who obediently moved to one side as we huffed and puffed up to the top.  The views would have been fantastic, had we cared enough to look….but we were too busy trying to make the summit of Pen y Fan.

The descent  wasn’t quite as treacherous as people made out but a few runners found their legs gave way under the strain and it was possible to pick a few of them off.  Nice run into the finish – all over in about 50 mins!  Andy trotted in first, followed by Dick, then Gill.

At prize giving Dick won M60, Gill W50 and then, much to Dick’s amazement, a second team prize was given – Andy, Dick and another MDC  runner.  Prizes were from the local Brecon Brewery.  Dick commented in the car that he only sipped beer and might not finish the FOUR  bottles he had. So if you’re feeling thirsty – you know where he lives.  They also won £10  Cotswold clothing vouchers.  

The event, hosted by Mynydd Du was well organised, inexpensive to enter and prizes sponsored by the brewery and Cotswold Camping. Nearly every runner was able to nab a bottle of beer.  Local Mary’s bakery provided free rolls and delicious flapjack.  We felt we had  got our money’s worth.  If anybody is up for it, there is a £400 reward for any man who can break the current record of 30 mins, yet only  £100 for the female record of 38 mins.  Huh!

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08/07/2009 by Ivan.

Gerry & Sue, have put together the results so far as the standings are currently looking for July - following the Charmouth Race……..

Fell Series - July So Far

Don’t forget to try and fit a fell race in this month and make sure you let Gerry or Sue know.

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02/07/2009 by Ivan.

Report by Andy Stott

 Yes they did it again, Chepstow women - Liz Francis (3rd Lady) and Gill Stott (1st SLV) came away with prizes from the Coity Mountain Fell Race on Sunday in sweltering heat less than 24 hrs after running in (and in Liz’s case winning) the Cotswold Way Relay. Andy Stott also put in a good effort finishing well up the field despite tired legs. The winners were Matthew Collins (Cardiff) and Angela Jones (Brecon). Around 50 faithful runners made the annual pilgrimage to the Whistle Inn, with the race now extended to 5 miles and starting in the Country Park as part of the local fete. A very friendly race.

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28/06/2009 by Ivan.

You have seen the write up in Club Champs section of the bulletin board ( http://chepstowharriers.org.uk/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=15&t=528 ) as well as the other blog posting regarding the course record of the event.

Results following the 3rd race can be found at http://www.chepstowharriers.org.uk/events.htm

So no need to add more about therace itself, apart to say it was a good introduction to fell running – the steep up and down without a mountain in sight! The turnout has increased the numbers in the Fell Series – let’s hope some of these are converts and will come to more fell races. With the scoring system you are fighting against everybody, no matter their age or sex. Note that in July you can do any medium race classified as a fell race. If in doubt contact Sue Ashton and once you have done it then let Sue or Gerry know your time and those of the top 5 runners. The obvious ones are Guto Nyth Bran, Fan y Big, Waun Fach, Charmouth and the Kymin Dash (a mainly tarmac fell race!).”

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