Enjoy it. What's the point of being there if you're not.
If you're having a crap run, preetend you're enjoying yourself, I find it helps me pass the time as everyone overtakes me and at least makes me think I'm happy when cold, wet and near the back (ie Noonstones this year)
The other one I forgot is argue with the marshal if you get accused of being my clubmate and popular forumite 'antisocial' in a race!!!!!!
Ooh, do say. Is it DB (or RB if you're posh), I've often wondered.
This sort of happened to me at Dunnerdale, i was about to run into a huge bog after following a bunch down an alternative route when the guy behind shouted me back. There was urgency in his voice so i would imagine it was a known area to avoid. He slowed down for the final descent so i took the decision to overtake, but i waited at the finish to thank him for his guidance and to apologise if my overtake had been uncalled for. He didn't mind at all but i do think that it's important to thank people who give you even the smallest route tips.
Luke Appleyard (Wharfedale)- quick on the dissent
Here's one that my 4-year-old learnt:
If you're marshalling, telling people that they need to go "back the way you've come" isn't normally received with the humour it was intended.
Don't 'Bite Off More Than You Can Chew'.... Me, after finishing Julys 'Holme-Moss Fell-Race' - my longest ever event (or indeed run!)
That's written (jokingly) in the course guide to the 'Trunce'
"Whatever you do, don't jump the fence at the kissing gate as you will probably get pelted with rocks"
Generally to be found plodding along with 'www.ackworthroadrunnersandac.co.uk'
Never ever be jolly and chatty during a fell race with fellow competitors, spectators or marshalls, especially two thirds of the way up a killer climb.
Picture me, totally out for the count, staggering forward on fumes alone, completely out of gas and energy, extremely cold and wet on the final f-f-f-fricking climb up Big End in the FTOP 3 years ago. A fellow runner, cheery as the day he was born ambles past, and starts talking to a marshall or fellow supporter about a night out a couple of days before. I would have stabbed him to death with my whistle.... if I wasn't actually in the process of dying on my feet on that godforsaken hill