After having the focus of training towards something for a few months it’s easy to feel a bit down after the event has passed. The next big thing for me this year is the Dublin Marathon at the end of October and that’s too distant to start training towards. There’s scope to improve my half marathon best time so will look to step up through that event but I don’t want to be hitting that target until the month before the marathon and so that’s still a few months off.
Looking at our club’s championship calendars the road and trail races are well under way and I haven’t been able to join in any of those scheduled events yet. The fell calendar is not as big and really kicks off in as we get towards summer and the mid week evening events start to pop up regularly. I have enjoyed the more relaxed turn up to a pub/church hall, book in on the night, grab your number and off you go races in the past, so to fill in my summer season I thought that would be a great distraction. The hilly as well as scenic routes make for great strength training too.
The weekend before last I answered a call to support our club’s gents running in the Rochdale Harrier’s 3 day event series. Each race was about 6 miles long but the terrain varied from road to trail before a final fell run up Knowl Hill. I did feel a bit of a fraud rocking up on a sunny Sunday morning after a couple of days of rain, to compete with the battered legs of those who had raced the previous two days but hey it’s nice to be needed. We had a number of runners from Prestwich committed to the 3 day event, a couple of them had featured in the winning men’s trio for the road and trail races but they needed a bit of support for the third day.
I wasn’t the only Prestwich AC runner to answer the call. Richard had been out drinking for most of the previous day but late Saturday evening saw the same appeal in the Whatsapp group. We traveled to Norden together and he looked much better than I would’ve done in his position but he’s probably 20 years my junior. I’ve seen him do this before so his 2nd place finish shouldn’t have surprised me too much. Rob had run the whole tour and finished the fell run 3rd claiming the 1st place for the overall 3 day tour in a very convincing manner. My respectable 12th position was enough for us to take the men’s trio prize for Prestwich and a bottle of wine to take home for the Sunday roast.
During that race I noticed that I was doing well on the climbs. I lack the balls to really attach the down-hills even on grass but having realised this over the last couple of years I’m happy to attack the climbs ready to concede places on the descents. This happened at Knowl Hill with every climb particularly the steepest section where we were using our hands. I gained 4 places on the steepest climb to take myself into the top 10 but lost them on the following downhill.
The same happened to a lesser degree earlier this week at Radcliffe AC’s Tor Mile held near Helmshaw. This was just one climb that got incredibly sharp before doubling back. The downhill was the steepest I’d ever tried to descend, a proper cheese rolling gradient and I literally didn’t know what to do when looking down it.
A couple passed me as I paused debating whether to run or slide, the route up had been a series of foot holes in the face of the hill which would not have helped and as I turned in 8th place there was already a long line of competitors trudging upwards along this course. I went to the right of the queue and maybe should have tried a diagonal zigzag descent to lessen the gradient but I had my lost my ability to think straight, my running felt completely out of control and a tumble seemed inevitable so I took to my bum and tried to slide. This worked for a while but it wasn’t a steady gradient. I came to a halt and shuffled on my bottom like a petulant toddler but I was struggling to pick up speed. I went back to my feet then dropped onto my bum again yelping “I don’t know what I’m doing!” to the queue of climbing runners. I lost another couple of places through the clumsy shuffling but once the hill gradient became run-able I held my position for the 5 minutes back to the start.
Last night I was a bit pushed for time so I parked up my bike a couple of miles short of my whole home-bound commute. Moor Lane is a favourite local climb but rather than running up and down it at an even pace for differing durations as I had done previously, I concentrated on 60 second climbing with 90 seconds to gently return before going again. Each climb was slightly longer than the last, though I did start the first quite steadily. Listening to a podcast the other night I heard how climbing encourages better posture as well as building physical and mental strength. I tried to think about my posture on each climb only allowing things to become a bit more ragged in the last few seconds of upwards effort.
The last 2 climbs were tough but were the longest ones so my mission was accomplished and I rode the rest of the way home feeling satisfied. I’m definitely enjoying my climbing at the moment but if I want to finish higher up the field in fell races I’m going to have to start enjoying the downhills too.