Team Bambi Re-enter the Fray – Or How I Started Running Again

A couple of weeks back I ran my first “race” for 15 months. I used the quotes around the word race as it was much more relaxed and fun than you might think when you hear the word race. I hadn’t really trained and really didn’t want to run, I haven’t enjoyed running for the last few months – it has been a chore and I have done everything I can to avoid it.

Trainers on grass
My trainers are awwfy clean for a runner 🙂

I took part in the Roadblock Run in Holyrood Park, Edinburgh. It is a 10k route that takes you up a trail path under the iconic crags then drops you down to the road only for you to run up hill again. We lucked out with a gorgeous blue-sky day and it was apparent really quickly that my long sleeved top under my vest was not needed so it was Team Bambi vests all the way.

Running Around Arthur's Seat
Literally Team Bambi’s back(s)

The Roadblock Run is for the Chest, Heart, Stroke Scotland charity and myself and the other Team Bambi girls have run it a few times now, although last time I was running and taking pictures 🙂 As well as the natural obstacles there are a fair few man made ones with two bounce castles to negotiate, tunnels, hurdles, a foam pit and even a moving van to jump out of – it was a shame as there didn’t seem to be as many obstacles as previous years but they were still fun.

Team bambi crawling through tunnels
Timing is everything for these photos!

I was super chuffed to run most of it, I would say around 7.5km, and I have been back running short distances of 3 or 4 miles ever since. I don’t know if it was running with my running buddies, the sunshine, the obstacles or the awesome costumes of some of the other entrants but that race did rekindle my enjoyment of running. Up next is the Survival of the Fittest 10k in two weeks, it will be harder but I hope to run most of it and more importantly enjoy it all.

Me at the end of run sitting on grass
Do I look chuffed or what?

Thanks to Team Bambi and the crew for the pictures!

Rotterdam Marathon 2014 – A Guest Post

Do you remember when I used to write about running? Well since my injury last year (oh the beautiful plague-like foot) I haven’t done much running. I have tried doing some walk-running but my heart hasn’t be in it, I have been doing a lot more cycling. However I thought that you lovely people might appreciate a running post so I have asked one of my running buddies who took on her first marathon in April to write a post about it all. Kate is one of the jog leaders at my JogScotland group and she is always friendly, helpful and motivating – it has been a pleasure to run with her over the last few years and I promise I will be back out running soon, just need to unearth the running trainers from the cobwebs 🙂 Over to Kate:

“In April 2014, my training partner and I ran our first ever marathon in the city of Rotterdam and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I have made these notes for the Inelegant Horse Rider’s blog in case it helps other people considering running this distance. Continue reading “Rotterdam Marathon 2014 – A Guest Post”

Antonine Trail Race – A Guest Post

Soooo I think I have whinged about my running injury quite enough on here but as it still hasn’t healed *kicks the ground like a toddler* I couldn’t run the Antonine Trail race this year – it was brilliant last year – but I have review guest post for you from a much better runner 🙂 Thanks Mark, I will be back on the start line next year!

“A few tearoom chats and emails between me and Steph earlier on in the year saw us plan to get our running gear on and battle our way through the 13.8 miles of the 2013 Antonine Trail Race. I had managed to get a sneaky freebie into this race thanks to a running friend of mine conveniently having a bun in the oven until December J. Unfortunately, close to the event, Steph had to bail out due to injury and very kindly offered her place to my friend, Ally Cameron. A massive thank you to Steph and my pregnant friend for letting us run in this race!

Unusually for me Sunday 20th October started out as a nice and relaxed race day. With an 11am race start, less than an hour’s drive away, all was calm. I’m a competitive guy and so I sneaked a quick peek at the race results from last year. My target time, in my weird competitive and delusional head, would have taken me to 3rd place in 2012! Happy days, however, darker times were ahead…

Trying to look professional and jostling with the club runners I legged it as the start gun went off. The route below is what faced us…

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It was a quick first mile. I suddenly realised that the guy in 1st place was already out of sight; so was the 2nd, and the 3rd, and the 4th…you get the picture. I settled in knowing that this was going to be a harder race than I had planned. Several days of rain had set up a muddy course and the running shoes felt heavy after only a couple of wet and muddy miles. Still I soldiered on and was relatively comfortable apart from a few wrong turns!! Thankfully the wrong turns were only 50-100m or so and didn’t have me too frustrated (unlike the 2nd place guy last year who went a half mile off course!).

The miles clicked off and, having done a slow ‘recce’ run the week before I’d thought the first major hill kicked in at 10.5 miles; I was wrong. I’d planned to ease off a bit before the hill but it came upon me fast and I had no choice but to go for it. The climb at the end was horrific and I had to stop due to retching! Thankfully nothing came up and I plodded along, enjoying the downhill mile or so before the next hill. I had nothing in the tank for the second hill (Croy Hill) so I decided to walk it and enjoy the view. I think, and I may have been hallucinating, that I could see both Edinburgh AND Glasgow from the top of Croy Hill. After another nice downhill section I knew I only had a mile and a half or so left so I settled in for the slog home.

Finish line in sight and no-one behind me I took it easy and crossed the line in a respectable 9th place (out of 156) and a time of 1:43:07; tired but happy with my run. My mate, sorry Steph, finished in 12th place at 1:45:08; what a great run “Steph”! *Steph – wow! I should fall over more often 🙂

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Me at the finish looking like a drowned rat…

Again thank you very much to Steph for the chance to run; see you on the start line in 2014!!”

7 Hills Challenge – A Guest Post

As you all know from my previous posts I was unable to run the 7 Hills Challenge on Sunday so I headed up Carlton Hill to cheer on my mates who were running it.

Me at the start of the 7 hills
Me at the start of the 7 hills

Since I was being petulant and in a huff 🙂 very kindly Lisa has provided me with a post for this race.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time, but by the morning of the Seven Hills race when the alarm clock went off at 6am, I wasn’t so sure.  Due to injury, Steph is stuck in trainers for all the wrong reasons, so this race was dedicated to her.  So thank you Steph for cajoling us to sign up for the seven hills, leading the way on training runs and for your cheerful farewells on the start line.

I’d promised myself that if I finished the race then I could buy myself a t-shirt and if I got a sub 3 hour time then I could have a doughnut (one of those cream filled fudge doughnuts that Greggs teases you with).  So much for that, I bought the t-shirt before the start of race!

The start gun went off, the first of my energy gels fell to the floor and off we went.  I made a new friend on the Royal Mile when we both got stopped by traffic and we stuck together and chatted away the Ks until Craiglockhart.

I shot up the bank at Craiglockhurt like my tail was on fire, thought that I smiled for the camera at the top, but looking at the photos on the website, apparently not:>  Felt pretty good at this point.

I was advised that a pair of gloves were a good idea to help scramble up the hills.  As it was a warm day I didn’t need them on for the whole race.  What to do?  Brainwave, stick them down my bra.  Don’t try to imagine it………..

Took an ‘individual’ route between Blackford and Arthur Seat – the allotments are far too over rated, but didn’t lose too much time.

Witnessed some interesting manoeuvres through the turn stile at Pollock and off up Arthur Seat I went.  By this point my quads were on fire and as I crawled up to the top I couldn’t care less about the rabbit poop.  If only I knew where those gloves went.

What was humbling was to see the women’s race for life, and all those people running for charity when I bet the vast majority of us seven hills folk did it for nothing more than personal gain.  Was wearing my lucky pink race vest, so I think most people thought I was in the Race for Life, but going in the wrong direction.

Anyway, nearly there, finish line in sight, but I think they kept moving backwards.  No chance of a sprint finish, but at least I didn’t vomit.

Thank you to my new friend Martin for the enjoyable run to Craiglockhart and to those people who pointed me in the right direction when I was standing in the middle of the road looking gormless and of course to Steph, who is already talking about the training for next year.

I finished in a miracle time of 2.17.29, came 9th out of 260 Challengers and was 2nd women, just a pity that I didn’t want that doughnut in the end.

Did it, got the t shirt??
Did it, got the t shirt??

Hairy Haggis Relay – The Point I realise I am competitive over really bizarre things!

I know this has been a long time coming, sorry about that. I thought i would just put together a short race review of the relay I took part in on Sunday 26th May. I ran the first leg for my team. We were a mixture of staff from the University and we were raising money for the Emc. Some were experienced runners others training for their first-ever race which meant it was a nice mixture although we were all joking around about being the fastest team.
So Sunday dawned early but overcast. I had laid things but the night before and since we had team vests the clothing choices were made easier. I decided upon shorts as if this is the only summer we are getting the legs are coming out! I also put on my trusted sweaty betty long sleeved top as it looked a bit chilly outside. I had my breakfast of champions, note the electrolyte water.
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Then stuffed some money and gels in my shorts before dashing off for the bus. I started getting excited/nervous on the bus, there were a few other runners on the bus and as the bus made its way up Leith Walk there were more and more sporty looking people on the streets.
My starting pen was one of the middle ones so I started on Regent Road, it was strange to be alone at the start I am used to running races alone but as I didn’t know the two first leg runners on the other teams I just hung about. At twenty five to ten I decided a trip to the loo was in order. It never fails to surprise me, there were literally tens of thousands of runners and about forty portaloos. Hmmm that one baffles me. Anyway as the minutes ticked away I started to get anxious, I didn’t want to let the team down by not starting on time. At five to I was at the front of the queue and dove into the next free loo. Out again as quick as possible only to realise that my start pen was the far end of the street, I hared off like a demon briefly questioning my wisdom to be running flat out before I had even crossed the timing mat.
Once I had squeezed into the pen behind mine I started to take in the atmosphere more. All the runners in various combinations of clothing, some with gels, some without, many running for charities and most looking pretty nervous. It actually made me think I might like to try a full marathon one day, but first I have to destroy a half!
So we moved forward, first at a walk then a jog then a run. Before I knew it we were over the timer mat and off. The first leg of the relay is pretty much flat and downhill although as you can imagine it was really congested. I was really conscious of the fact I was running with people who would be going a lot further than me and I wanted to make sure that I didn’t hinder anyone else’s progress as I weaved my way through the field. Like all people who have entered a busy race know, frequently I was trying to run through gaps only to find people running diagonally into me or jostling me backwards.

If I am honest I am a little immune to the beauty of Edinburgh as a city so it was nice to be amongst runners commenting on the view to Arthur’s Seat and parts of this route are great. I saw a couple of photographers so did the stupid ‘thumbs-up’ pose at them or waved madly and before I knew it my watched beeped for the first mile! 8:34! That is fast for me at the minute. I know the route well having done the half a couple of years back and lets face it if you run in Edinburgh you will have run parts of this route. The miles ticked by all under 9 minutes and while I did feel like I was pushing it I wasn’t feeling particularly tired yet. Around mile 5 I decided to have one of my gels – here is my top tip do not rely on stuffing gels into the waistband of your shorts, mine kept trying to escape and I eventually accepted I would just carry them – unfortunately I couldn’t open it easily and had to stop to open it, that really frustrated me as I had been feeling like I was really in the rhythm. After finally managing to eat my gel then start off again I tried to get back up to speed but did struggle slightly for that mile so when my Garmin showed 9:43 I wasn’t surprised just a bit angry with myself.

At the end of the prom in Portobello I spotted one of the other runners for the Euan MacDonald Centre teams so ran over to say hello. I knew he was relatively new to running and wanted to say how well I thought he was doing. After a minute or so chat he indicated for me to head on so I pushed on a bit. Around 2 minutes up the road I saw the other team’s first leg runner and decided that I should try to give my team the lead at the start. I hadn’t met this lass so didn’t stop to chat, then decided to keep pushing as I realised I really wanted to come in first! We rounded a corner near the race course in Musselburgh and I saw a sign with relay runners keep to the left. I realised I must nearly be finished and started to pelt through the crowds towards a woman standing there shouting ‘Relay runners, across the grass!’ I dove down the grass and there was my team mate waiting in the coloured pen I just held out my arm for her to take the wrist band and told her to ‘Go, go, go’!  I decided to have a breather briefly here, have another gel and then continue on and aim for 10 minute miles thereafter. I was being optimistic but I always am with times 🙂
When I started off again my legs felt heavy but soon warmed up. It was a hot day and I was already roasting from the first leg. I took more water on and kept moving but my stomach started to hurt around mile ten and I slowed down. By mile eleven I made the decision to go to the loo and had to wait briefly in a queue but once I left I ended up walk/running the last two miles as my muscles had tightened up so much. But considering this was the longest run I have done since October 2012 I probably shouldn’t have been surprised, still a little frustrated. Having said that the crowds and other runners were great, everyone clapping and cheering. People offering out sweets, water and spraying runners with water- which was welcome. At mile 13 I saw the relay signs again, this time relay runners keep to the right. I quickly weaved through to the other side and was at the grass before I knew it. I found my teammates then collapsed to the ground and lay there for a bit while finding out which team was in the lead. Still my team, Team A, had been in the change over first. Woo hoo!
We decided to head to nearer the finish line to cheer the teams in. Everyone did brilliantly. One of the other girls who was running legs 3 & 4 for the second team had overhauled my team’s lead and came down the last mile running really strongly. Then my team mate came barreling past shouting at us to find out how far in front she was. In the end my team won but only by 30 seconds, the competition element definitely livened it up where we were all cheering and comparing times. Brilliant fun.

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Team A Leg 1 and 2 runners – all done! Plus Team B sneaking in on the act too 🙂

A couple of things that could be improved, please put more toilets at the start and the finish. Or at the end have toilets for runners only in addition, just it must have been annoying for the marathon runners to queue with all the spectators. Also it was pretty tough walking alongside the last mile of the race due to the width of the pavement. Maybe they need to get people across the race or direct them to the other side of race at the finish line where there is at least triple the amount of space. Especially for the people with the buggys who were having real problems.
The final verdict though, great race bit of a rubbish goody bag burst most importantly we raised over £3, 000 for the Euan MacDonald Centre!!!!

Much needed nachos and burgers after it all! Note how I am shovelling the food in!
Much needed nachos and burgers after it all! Note how I am shovelling the food in!

St Andrews – Sun, Sand and 10k Racing

Finishing Time: 54 minutes 19 seconds

Finishing Place: 85th/150

No horse riding this weekend, which I missed but to make up for it a 30th birthday to celebrate (not mine I hasten to add that milestone has passed for me). My friend decided she wanted to run a race for her birthday, she enjoys running but due to injuries and illness she wasn’t able to run the 10k as she had planned and instead she ran the 5k. A couple of her friends who hadn’t run before joined her in the 5k and they all did brilliantly! I was so impressed. I had signed up for the 10k along with two of her other friends, both of whom are experienced road runners and one of them is very fast indeed.She finished as first female home, which was brilliant. We were all dressed in neon tutus with leg warmers and face paint on, I think a few of the other runners we were passing were more than slightly amused at our appearance. A great day out and everyone did so well, here is my review of the race itself.

It was the first time this running festival had been put on and certain aspects showed that. I don’t mind delays and when you seem to be permanently late these can help however not giving out much information about when you are planning on starting or why the delays were occurring led to me starting to feel a little antsy. There is a point where I just want to run. It ended up that we started at midday, not a great time to start a race. The 5k and 10k all started together which was fine but a little congested and did mean that people were running different paces and jostling each other slightly along the first stretch.

I was also unaware that so much of the 10k was going to be on sand, the first 600m and the final 2.5k were on the sand. I am not used to running on sand and could certainly feel that in my legs during the race and after! At this point I should say having the finish line on the sand is grand but please don’t put it on the soft sand meaning my sprint finish turned into a scrambling/falling motion which felt really unsteady.

Another teething issue was a lack of timing chips, this can happen at any race and they did tell us about this well in advance but still it is a little irritating and not for the first time I was happy I had my Garmin.

I am also not a fan of routes that are a back and forth, when we came off the beach we ran up the path and road for roughly 2k then back down the same path and road for 2.5k to then turn around and head back up again before turning on to the beach for the final 2.5k. It was quite a boring route but the beach had a lovely view and it was nice as I got to see girls I was there with who were all doing well.

I felt okay for most of the race, I was trying to run a tempo run where my kilometers were to get faster over the race. I didn’t manage it but I have only recently started to try and run these style of runs and I am finding pacing difficult. It was also very warm in comparison to recently. I started in long-sleeved top and finished in my team bambi vest top (first UK outing for the vest top). 8k was terrible time-wise but the rest of the race was fine with each kilometer within 15 seconds of each other. I think my feeling of pacing can only improve with more tempo runs and hopefully my fitness can improve along with it.

A real positive point to the race was that it was great to get the bottle with high5 tablets, bananas, sweets and water once we had finished. A little bit of a shame that they didn’t have it at the finish line as I could have really done with the water when I crossed the line.

Unfortunately due to sand getting in my shoes a large blister developed on my second toe during the race which was causing me a fair amount of pain by the end. However, the blister is healing and I am now in proper training for the seven hills challenge, wish me luck!

Miles run: 17.5

WWC Coupons left: 51 (I purchased a new sports bra)

Deerstalker 5k (and a bit) 2013 – A Race Review

Time: 1hr 49 min 11 seconds (oh yes the seconds are important)

Position: 233/516

Well that was an interesting race. The whole of last week in south east Scotland there was mixture of snow, rain and wind – as the weekend drew nearer I kept hoping that the weather would clear up. Unfortunately it didn’t, but that didn’t stop the RatRace crew from putting on a great event.

Now it was the turn of the Inelegant Horse Rider’s boyfriend to turn 30 on Friday so as perfect preparation for a race (!) we were out on Friday night to celebrate. A few hours in the pub then on to a club night. Now I was being good alternating my gin and tonics with orange and soda water plus a couple of large glasses of water. However, a rogue tequila slipped into the mix and I woke up on race today not feeling the freshest. After some electrolyte powder mixed with water on the journey down to Innerleithen I was feeling a lot better, unfortunately the weather was worsening as we drove away from Edinburgh.

It was snowing heavily at Straiton and continued to get heavier as we headed towards Peebles. We were beginning to wonder if the race would be cancelled. The snow began to get lighter as we passed through Peebles and by the time we got to Innerleithen it was only snowing lightly and intermittently. The car park was a quagmire and as we picked our way across it to get to the event village we realised we were to be in for some serious mud and snow on the route, how right we were!!

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A quick registration (with the normal obligatory terrifying disclaimer form), a cup of tea then back to the car to get properly attired. Being the Deerstalker run a bit of tweed and a hat is required, I don’t have a deerstalker hat but I think my outfit still worked.

Deerstalker Before

As is quite often the case we realised we were cutting it fine to be at the start line and had to do a quick jog in order to get to the start in time for the race briefing (we have missed many of those).

Then we were off! A few hundred runners surged forwards heading for the hay bales stacked up on the course. Across those and then you are off down a short, steep slope onto the road. Next came the muddy fields with my fellow Team Bambi runner trying to pick her way along the side of the mud while I just jumped straight in, nearly losing a shoe in the process. Next up the ditch filled with mud, slipping and sliding all over the place we headed towards the ditch where there was bit of a queue at one side. I clearly had not engaged my brain at this point as I thought ‘oh there is a space’ and jumped in…to quite a deep spot. A man fell in almost head first on one side of me but luckily emerged although covered in mud. Hauling myself out at the other side I was aware of the freezing cold of the mud getting into my muscles already but set it to one side as I set off running towards the hill. This hill is a proper beast of a climb, you go up the first part on mountain biking trails with some short steep sections thrown in. My Team Bambi friend has not been well so we opted to walk up most of the hill, which was a bit of a shame as I feel (were she well obviously) that we could have run a lot of the first section. Conditions were getting worse underfoot though with much of the trail covered in snow which had been turned to slush by the runners ahead of us. Most people were walking by about half way up the hill and as there were no places to pass this seemed to be okay with everyone in friendly spirits chatting and laughing at the sheer madness of heading out on this run in the snowy, wintery weather.

The path abruptly joined a fire road and at this point we decided to start running again. My muscles felt quite stiff and my shoes were slipping a lot on the snow, I began to notice that quite a few runners were wearing trail shoes and next year I will certainly be wearing some. After running for a few minutes we came to the next queue (this is one of the few downsides to a race like this, some of the natural features make inevitable bottlenecks and this can be frustrating). We took this opportunity to have some energy sweets as we both knew the climb coming was hard. This section basically involved clambering up and steep slope, using trees, roots and stones to help haul yourself up through the forest. What is most gauling about this section is that you descend to the fire road roughly 100 yards down the road from where you started. It was great even though my legs were burning by the time we started the descent, team bambi team mate was running on like a deer (apt of course), leaping over the branches and she has a great downhill running technique that I started to copy.

Once back on the fire road we started a gentle ascent, having gotten confused I was sure that we were about to hit another descent. How wrong was I! A marshal was stood on the road indicating for us to head up another small stoney path heading up steeply only to level out briefly before starting to head skywards again across grass and felled trees. It was a fantastic view but I think we were all starting to wonder if we would ever head back down! We entered the forest again on the single track paths and it could have been a scene from a Christmas card. The fir trees were covered with snow which gentle drifted to the ground occasionally creating a beautiful scene. We also spotted other runners descending through the trees, we must nearly be at the top!

As the trees thinned out we saw marshals stood at balance beams covered in snow and ice, I managed to stay on them briefly but whenever I had to let go of a tree I fell off. I chose the blame the snow not my well known lack on co-ordination! Next came the cargo net, this net isn’t fixed to the ground and essentially I didn’t keep my bum down low enough as half way through I got stuck by my buttons in the net. All of sudden I couldn’t move forwards or back, luckily there was enough space for people to get round the side of me but my team bambi teammate had such frozen hands she couldn’t get me out. It was up to a lovely lass dressed as a bumblebee to get me out, which I am very grateful for as I had an image of being there until the 10k lot came through in the dark!

Next came the first big descent. Now I made a slight mistake in what can only be describe as excitement at finally going downhill! I saw snow and assumed I would have grip so set off running, almost instantly I realised that the runners ahead of us had compacted the snow so that it had turned almost to ice. As this realisation dawned I flew past a few other runners, shouting sorry as I skidded around a berm finally coming to a halt in a small snow drift. I picked myself and carried on at a more sedate pace until we came to a marshal shouting the instructions ‘If you don’t have trail shoes on, sit down and push’. It was like sledging! Brilliant fun, I like to think I won the race I had with a fellow competitor.

A quick leap across the fire road and we plunged back into the woods. The lights and sound system weren’t on in the disco section making it feel slightly disorientating as though someone had just idly left this there but we all knew we were on the home stretch now and the pace had picked up. I decided to employ the sliding technique more and more on this section, using tree, branches and fellow runners to help my progress. I have to say I don’t think I would recommend doing this is old running shoes again, the lack of grip on my shoes did make for some hairy moments and the bruises and cut on my ankles show I didn’t come away totally unscathed.

Luckily a cargo net at the bottom of this wooded section stopped us from falling onto the fire road and once we had slide gracefully(!) under it we set off running towards the bridge. Next up the river crossings and the tunnel. Now last time we had done this run it had been dry in the days leading up to it, with all the rain each mud path was now just a mud pit. We were slipping and sliding everywhere, I decided to simply run as fast as I could through it all. There were moments where I felt my feet slide away from me but I just tried to keep moving forwards and I managed to stay up right. I thought the first river crossing was much deeper but it was only up to mid-shin although freezing cold as we splashed our way across. More water on the other side but in cups, to be honest I wasn’t sure that I needed it but I took some anyway – I have a tendency to get incredibly dehydrated on runs without noticing! More mud then the dread tunnel loomed into view, we had to jump into the stream then wade through a foul smelling tunnel filled with water up to your waist. We could tell this was coming up from the screams. I gamely jumped in and followed the line of runners through the tunnel, it really smelt worse than I remembered. Clambering up the ladder at the other side I realised we weren’t far from the end. Collecting my team mate we set off through the field again heading towards the cheering, the finish line was close….but still further than we thought.

We plodded through more mud then splashed through another section of river. At this point a spectator asked me if we were cold???? I just shouted that I didn’t know as I couldn’t feel a thing and dived off into the trees following my team mate. We finally reached the estate road and knowing we didn’t have far to go we both sped up, however I think we both remembered about ‘the wall’ at the same time and the pace slowed once more. We round the corner and found ourselves in another queue for the final cargo net. I apologised to everyone in advance this time in case I got stuck but made a mental note to flatten myself on the ground to ensure I didn’t. I went first, flat on the ground using my hands and knees to push myself along and I didn’t get stuck once – there is a lesson in that for me!

As my team mate followed me out of the cargo net she kept saying she wouldn’t be able to get up the wall, so in my motivational mindset I called her a jessie and told her to get her arse up the wall. I like to think my motivational chat helped as when we were pulling ourselves up the wall using the ropes I glanced across and she was haring up it. A final jump then we were crossing the finish line. A medal, a Snickers bar and a bottle of water and it was all over for another year!

Deerstalker After

An epic race this year but great fun, our time was worse than the previous year but our finishing place was much higher. I had to push our car out of the car park and the veggie burger I had wasn’t the best but everything else was great. Next year the 10k anyone??