Fifty-three,
fifty-four, fifty-five … relax and run efficiently … fifty-six, fifty-seven …
don’t blow this excellent run like you’ve done so many times before… fifty-eight …
keep this up and it would be pretty tough for people behind to catch you…
fifty-nine, sixty … get to a hundred and maybe you could walk for a while and
enjoy the view.
Those of
you born and bred east of the Iron Curtain might be reminded of Anatoly Kashpirovsky, but this is actually not
one of his sessions.
It is me talking to myself on the ascent of Cribyn, the last major climb of the Brecon Beacons summer 40-mile race (see my race report from 2011 for an elevation profile). I am having a very good race indeed, and it has been
a long time coming. At least about a year, to be more precise.
The
talking-to-myself part is something I do in long races, when things get tough.
I start making little deals with myself, such as “run 200 steps, then walk for two
minutes.” I am not sure if this helps with anything, except for distracting me
from the pain and breaking the overwhelming distance left to be covered into
small, manageable pieces. If you don’t think this works, you have to see
“Touching the void,” one of the best movies ever.
The start
of the race, after a social first mile, was just about as quick as last year.
But unlike last year, by the top of the first climb, about an hour in, I knew I
would be running well that day. Only, there were others, who were running just
as well, or even better. Jim Mann and I set the pace for the first couple of
hours, and I quite enjoyed how we pushed each other (he even put me back on
course at one point – thanks Jim!). But then the long, boggy second climb came, and it
quickly became clear that nobody had done their hill homework as well as Piers
Stockwell. He passed by us as if we were standing still, without even looking
like he was working hard, and he was out of sight within minutes. Impressive stuff!
Well, running
for second it is then. I pulled away from Jim slightly at the halfway point, and
by the top of Cribyn I had a cushion of maybe 7-8 minutes and was feeling
reasonably good. I knew that it was possible that someone else had run the
first half of the race more conservatively and would come flying past both of
us in the last few miles. But I decided not to worry about this because there
was nothing I could do to prevent it at that point. Except for continuing to
run as smoothly as possible with 30+ miles and 8000+ ft of vertical in my legs,
drinking as much as possible (it was a warm day), and trying to somehow swallow
and digest another gel.
Finally,
the seemingly endless section of ridge running is over, I drop down to the
reservoir, run the last few flat miles fairly well, but somehow get lost for a
few minutes (AGAIN!!!), before getting my act together and finishing a
pretty satisfying race in 6h39. People at the finish line seem a bit startled
when I show up (Piers is already taking a nap, I think), and I ask where the
first guy is, so that I could congratulate him. “What first guy?” they respond
“YOU are the first guy” …
It turns
out Piers got off the ridge too early and lost almost an hour to finish fourth.
To say this is ironic would be an understatement. Navigation errors had ruined
pretty much my entire racing season last year, including my previous attempt of
this race, and now I was benefiting from one. Uh well, a win is a win, and I
will take it, even if it didn’t come quite in the way I would have liked (I
don’t have that many, so I can’t be too picky about style).
In any
case, a great race, and I am very happy with my progress on running both up and
down hills. One focus race down, three more
to go.
Cader Idris tomorrow, with no particular expectations.
And here
are the race results and a few pictures from the beautiful day out in the Brecon Beacons:
Proudly
sporting my WVMTR shirt, which was given to me by
the Morgantown S&T folks.
the Morgantown S&T folks.
Photo by Jon Philips (Meun Photography).
The early
miles, not as fast as last year, but that changed soon enough.
Photo by Darren Ross.
Feeling
good and in the lead at the top of the first climb.
Photo by Darren Ross.
Photo by Darren Ross.
Jim Mann,
right behind me at the top of the first climb.
He soon caught me and opened a small gap.
This guy can run in the mud, let me tell you!
Photo by Darren Ross.
He soon caught me and opened a small gap.
This guy can run in the mud, let me tell you!
Photo by Darren Ross.
Piers
Stockwell: “You call these hills?”
Photo by Jon Philips (Meun Photography).
Ready to call
it a day, but there are 10+ miles and a major climb left.
Time for a Kashpirovsky
moment?
Photo by Jon Philips (Meun Photography).
