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Excellent: RO, marshals, route, competitors, prizes, weather, post-race debrief and analysis,...Quote:
Originally Posted by brett
Crackin little raceQuote:
Originally Posted by Graham Breeze
Thanks to everyone involved.
A heavy shower of rain and hail at the start; we didn't need that!
Thanks for organising yet another race Brett.
It's always a pleasure to run at one of your races.
Andy.
Thanks Andy, nice to see you!
Luckily i managed to miss the show...
Iron man by the Black Sabbath must be one of the definitive heavy metal tracks. I guess it’s also one of the greatest ever West Midlands recordings too. When I was 14 years old I did a milk round for a guy called Des along with another older boy. The older boy loved rock music and in particular Sabbath, Led Zeppelin and Deep Purple. I’d never heard of any of these bands’ music but a few years later my twin brother got into them and I became familiar with their work. My brother had long hair and the ‘obligatory Hendrix perm’; he has always been a bit clueless when it comes to style and I’ve no idea if he’s still into heavy rock but suspect he might be. I’m also clueless about Des the milkman, but I do remember his lifestyle or at least what he claimed to get up to to us teenagers, would have made a good Confessions film
From first doing it in maybe 2005 I’ve tried to get to the Lothersdale race when possible. It’s an early season three and a bit miler traditionally run on the first Wednesday in May and organised by KCAC stalwarts Brett and Sue Weeden. The route (like many of the good short races) is basically straight up and down a hill; in this case a section of the Pennine Way albeit with a couple of up and down sections. Sadly the flying finish on grass is no more but it’s still a lovely run
On finishing I heard Brett call out 42 mins something, and I wasn’t last, or anywhere near so I came away happy. Four quid EOD and a bottle of beer as a gift for entering - what’s not to like? I can always give the beer to a friend. Thanks to the Weedens and all others involved
Definite hints of fishwick tales, even getting a reference to bjorn Borg hair, which isnt so easy for a Tup. Just short of a few expletives. Nice one: and for getting round.
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Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Three quid actually DT.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
I got two quid change and didn’t really take it in. Good to see you last night wharfee lad
AndrewQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
I heard that Des the milkman had sold his milk round (at a loss) due to the rising trend in consumerism. He could no longer compete with the supermarkets that were offering a wide variety of foods, beverages and household products at discount prices. He tried branching out by offering his customers orange pop. This bold move may have worked had he not gone with the budget brand 'My Mums'.
Des was last seen pulling love beads from a prostitutes bum-hole during a sex show in Halifax. It must be true, your twin brother told me whilst we were head banging to Sabbath's 'Children of the grave'...which is THE best ever West Midlands recording. Well done on your 42 minutes something.
A perfect example of why a writer needs good research and a top editor Darren. Thanks for the updates
No problem Andrew, I'm already looking forward to your next 'race report'.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Are the results up anywhere? The race was definitely a bit of a shock to the system after a much slower Y3P.
Results will be posted on here or at KCAC web-site http://www.kcac.co.uk/club-races/lothersdale/
First class report and well done DT.
Keep it up Andy.👍
Now then if I can do a race (plus ‘sticks stylevreport) when are we going to see a race report from you Trev? 😏
Results from Wednesday evening
http://www.fellraces.net/wp-content/...9/05/2019.html
Lothersdale has all the makings of a great mid-week fell race. It’s short and steep, costs £3, and you get a bottle of beer – a feat which not only seems to defy the laws of economics but also firmly hoists the flag of virtues that I associate with good races (cheap, no frills, fun and booze). Held on the Wednesday after the Yorkshire Three Peaks race, I was under no illusion of hoping for a decent performance, but the sun was out, the small village hall bustling with runners, and I’d just exchanged my £3 and entry form for a race number and a bottle of beer. The standard plod up and down the road to shake some life into my legs was met with quite some resistance from my being, but the promise of a short course pushed any concerns away. It’ll be over before it’s even begun, I foolishly convince myself. Chatting at the start line, I offer the advice I was given from a friend regarding races under 5 miles “Go as hard as you can, and try not to blow up.” Happily espousing the strategy that was about to sabotage me in just a few minutes to come.
The race sets off up the steep and narrow path and my legs almost instantly shit themselves. I’m very aware that’s not really physiologically possible, but I can’t bring to mind a better way to describe it. My chipper enthusiasm is replaced with dread. Not real dread, like the feeling on a Sunday before the return to school, when booking a dentist appointment, or checking your bank balance after an exuberant night on the piss, but more like the kind of dread when someone unsheathes a bottle of vulgar and exotic spirit when you’re casually drinking cans. It’s dread with a wink and a chiptooth smile, one that provokes fear with a dash of intrigue. Everything feels wobbly, my legs have gone to jelly, my lungs are puffing harder than the Flying Scotsman, and I seem to me moving no quicker than a mobility scooter with a flat battery in a swamp. The quick pass through the fields and up a track then pulls down, to my dismay, onto a downhill concrete path. The hard ground and downward trajectory has me praying to the Gods of Quad to keep my useless pins from folding under me. I always thought it’d be some giant leap over boulders in the rain that would gift me my first downhill clatter, but this little concrete track in the Parish of Craven has other ideas. I ramble my way down, miraculously avoiding full body contact with the deck and regain the upward path. The aspect is frustratingly runnable. The moderate steepness offers no excuse for breaking into a walk and any hope of momentary respite. The disparity between perceived effort and tangible output is laughable – like revving a car to the redline but leaving it in first gear. I’m sure my exhaust gasses weren’t too dissimilar either. The summit and its turnaround are reached and wobbled through. My legs are joined by pretty much every other part of my body in the customer services queue to complain to the manager, as I thump my way down on the solid flagstones. The brief descent on the way out is back again to cause discomfort on the way back up it. Again, the course is too short to justify walking and this tiny stretch jeers at me to falter, and only with oxygen starved exasperation is the tiny mound crested. The final 200m steepens downhill as you’re funneled into the finishing straight, gripped with fear as small children pop out to encourage you, worried that a wrongly placed stride may land you with some difficult explaining to a parent as to why their little darling is now a lot flatter than they used to be. Thankfully the finish line is crossed without issue and I’m able to crumple into a heap without any steamrollered children on my conscience.
Safe to say, I don’t think I’ll find a better way to spend £3.
Race is on 9th June this year.
https://www.sientries.co.uk/event.ph...&event_id=8404
Time trial format this year, slightly shorter route to be Covid friendly and registration outside a Pub.
Approx 20 places left, deliberate small field and minimal advertising.
No EOD. Sorry.
I'm going to this tonight for the first time. I'm taking a mate and it will be his first ever Fell Race - It all awaits him! Hope its lives up to Brett's superb standard!
A nice night out, though it confirmed that I am not a great performer at short fast races. At least Antonio turned up so I wasn't last (actually I was a good few in front of him) Good to chat to Andy Holden. Many years ago doing the Spine Challenger we got to the top of Pinhaw Beacon at about 5.00am and had a wonderful Brockenspectre experience.