Fat Ladies Training Log

I have added a training log to the blog starting on 28/07/2008. My reasons for doing this are twofold.

• It provides me with a record of my training efforts and as such is not of much interest to anyone else but me.
• I am, however, hoping that the fact that I have made it public where anyone can see it will inspire me to keep my levels of training up and hopefully encourage me to do more running.

Mark

Two Fat Ladies at the Kilbroney Challenge

After a fairly long while without anything to report, the Kilbroney challenge was last Saturday, organised by the good folks at Not The Sunday Run.

Our last race was April 12th and since then all my running training has involved thinking "I should do some running" while on a bike! Given that we where starting at sea level and the route profile peaked twice at about 450M (strangely enough the same as Slieve Martin!) I knew that I may be in trouble on the run.

No bike issues this time as I recently purchased a shiny new one that matches my "Oscar the Grouch" jersey nicely. I was not fully used to the bike yet but fingers crossed. At this point I need to say a tearfull word about my Klein. In short this bike was perfect and the Cube is simply the closest I could get to the feel of the Klein. I have been nursing the Klein for a while now but it is 10 years old and has done who knows how many thousand miles. It needed an entire drivetrain change including the shifters and the hydraulic rim brakes where falling apart and becoming dangerous (dangerous in a held on with cable ties kind of way). The headset was starting to move a bit and who knows what else was about to go. The forks didnt take disks and either did the frame so with much regret it has been left to the side for the moment hopefully to return at some point as a single speed. RIP Calvin (yes I named my bike - the new one is called Boyd).

Anyway, when we set off from Lisburn nice and early, the weather was a bit cloudy but not too bad. By the time we hit Rostrevor it was raining fairly steadily and there was a fair wind - hmm the mountains where going to be fun. A quick look at the route told us that the cycle was going to be roughly the same as last year with an extension out past the red bog and then back through it. The run as promised was an open mountain afair. As per last year, our goody bag was brilliant with plenty of energy stuff, a t-shirt, info leaflets etc. Purchasing this on your own would eat a fair bit into the £30 entry fee which highlights just how good value this race is.

There was lots of "can every body leave their bike to the lorry" being ignored by people who no longer wanted to do the race but eventually they where all weeded out and herded into the yacht club for the briefing.

Highlight of the briefing was the "unfortunate" mentioning of 4 girls in a tent waiting for us at the top of the mountain. Whoops of delight where mixed with calls of "is that the special task." Briefing over, we headed outside for an 11am start.

On the sound of the horn, it was a brief run from Carlingford Lough Yacht Club along the beach to the mad dash for a Kayak. This is always our least favourite part of the races so it was interesting to have it first while we where still fresh. It was also shorter than usual (2K) , there was not too much in the way of waves and the wind was at our back. This also gave us an indication of how we fare in relation to other folks in the kayaking. Having all started together, we finished somewhere between 1/2 and 2/3 down the field which is usually roughly where we finish overall. We both enjoyed the kayak more than usual since we where fresh and would look forward to another race with the kayak first.

At this it was up onto the pier and onto the bikes. We where using the sport ident tags for checkpoint marking and I found these to be great. The beep is very reasuring in the middle of a race for some strange reason. From here it was into Kilbroney Forest Park where I knew the real pain would start. I know this forest well and the only way is up and up and up... After about a kilometer there was a short reprieve along a nice bit of single track where I had my first big off on my new bike. We where all cycling in a big line too close together and so when someone about three bikes in front of me braked fairly hard so did the folks directly in front of me. I hit the brakes hard and got myself off balance. My front wheel caught a tree root and sent me directly into the blunt end of a cut down tree. I went over the handle bars and as my feet did not unclip from the pedals the bike landed on top of me. I was unhurt but had difficulty getting myself untangled from my bike.

From the end of the single track it was uphill again for what seemed like an age picking up checkpoint three under a bridge on the way. Finaly we got to checkpoint 4 where there was a short (1-2K) run for checkpoints 5, 6 and 7. Along with some other teams we completely missed checkpoint 5 - no idea where it was but as far as I know with the electronic checkpoints, once you miss one its tough so we didnt bother going back for it.

Back onto the bikes for a short climb to the red bog and what turned out to be the best cycling of the day. I had never been through here on a bike before and it was great. I also had another over the handle bar incident when my front wheel suddenly got bogged down. I missed the mud with my face but my hand splashed muck all over me so might as well have landed face first in it. I really should think about getting contacts as this meant my glasses where a mess and very difficult to get clean so I couldnt see properly for the next hour until I found a fast flowing stream. As I said the single track through the bog was great with simple sleeper bridges over streams and some well made north shore sections over the really mucky bits.

The last section of this was a push up a trail (would be a great ride the other way) up onto the open mountain, There was a barely discernable sheep trail for about a kilometer back down to the path. This was fairly rideable with care but it was very easy to go off the trail. At this point we where back on the course from last year, a few ups and downs on forest roads then onto the open mountain for a hike-a-bike through a bit of a bog and up almost to the summit before the short cycle to the mast. Up to about 350m it was wet and windy but above this the weather was mad. The wind became really mad and made the rain hurt if it hit bare skin and you couldnt see your hand in front of your face. We met a group of about 5 other teams at the turn for the mast, unsure of what direction to take. I knew which path it was so we took that and after changing into our runners we decided to stick together for safety. My only issue with this was needing to keep up.

For some reason, however, this was by far my best run to date. The next three checkpoints where a blur of whiteness untill we headed down for the checkpoint at a bath in the middle of a field. From here we where running diagonally across and down a field and it was killing my ankles so we droped the pace now we where out of the cloud and wind. It was down to the archery task where my main memory is of being freezing waiting our turn. We each scored 4 so it was 8 minutes off our time.

We started the long climb back to the bikes at a steady pace. I didnt want to push it with my ankles so we kept it to a brisk walk which I could keep up without having to stop for a rest every now and then. For the next checkpoint we had to go past the bikes to the other summit and on approaching the top we could see the grass disturbed by the 40 or 50 pairs of feet veering off the main path. We followed this but how the first folks knew exactly where they where I will never know. Soon enough we saw the fence we needed to cross but where met by two marshals who said the race was being stopped so we headed straight for the bikes.

I must say that I agree with the decision to stop the race short 100%. Enough teams had finished to sort out the prize positions and the risk of people getting hurt/lost or worse was far too great to risk. I know the decent they had planned well enough to know that we did miss one of the best decents in Northern Ireland, but I also know that it would have been madness in those conditions.

In the three minutes it took me to change into my cycling shoes and get a drink I had gone from feeling good to shaking almost uncontrollably and following the (still pretty dangerous as it was easy to pick up huge speed) rough road down I could only tell my fingers where on the brakes because I was slowing down. The difficulty of this decent was demonstrated by Chris having a high speed off near the top but luckily surviving unscathed.

And so it was all the way back to the yacht club to try and get warmed up with a shower and COLD!? salad (I must say though it was probably the best salad I have ever eaten). I didnt fully warm up until half way home.

Despite being called off we still got in all three disciplines, got to the main special task, covered a fair bit of ground and had a great day at a perfectly organised race. We never intended to do the orienteering anyway and the ride back down was almost as long as the intended route anyway so the only major thing we missed was the second paddle.

A huge thanks to all the folks at NTSR and all others who helped this to be such a good race. Hopefully thats the race stamped permanently on the calendar each June.

Mark

Two Fat Ladies Push Their Limits

We decided to have a go at a race that was a level up and so entered the Adventure Ireland race starting at Ballyeamon Camping Barn on 12th of April. The race was longer than our usual CCAR races but we decided to give it a go and just keep to our own pace.

A day or two before the race a team list went up on the site and the teams mainly consisted of people who are at the front of the CCAR races or organise the CCAR races which alarmed us slightly. "Surely this could not be that much harder?"

True to form we did not do a huge amount of training and practically no running in the run up to the event. It is also becoming increasingly clear that my bike is fast approaching the end of its life as it is really starting to fall appart. Since Chris' bike has been in the shop waiting brake pads for 2 weeks it was borrowed bikes for the day which we got the day before! On the friday I had everything we needed sitting ready except for my map case, but I knew exactly where this was. Didnt I? Well no I didn't so I ended up leaving about an hour late with no map case and arriving at the start at 9:30 for a 10 start and I needed to put a tire on one of the bikes. This all amounted to us being less ready for a race than we have ever been before and also about to start the hardest race we have entered yet.

We where just about ready for the start when the time came and I think this was a few minutes early so from arrival to start was about 20/25 minutes or so for me - talk about flustered. I must say though that there is something to be said for this madness with no trace of method. I did not have time to worry or over prepare etc.

Instructions issued, we marked our checkpoints for the first run (a few of them twice - along the corridors then up the stairs Chris!) and set off at a brisk pace. Checkpoint one was at one end of the forrest behind the barn and checkpoint 2 was at the other end. This period of the race stands out for a number of reasons:

• It was the last time my feet where dry for the next 8 hours or so.


• It was the last point where we where not last - and I suspect only because the teams passing us at this point had spent the time marking all their checkpoints.


• It was the last point where this race seemed like a good idea.

From here it was North West towards ish the summit of Trostan and checkpoint three which marked the point where we took a hard right directly towards the summit. Since we did not have a map case, and our map was not well protected (just in the plastic cover it came in) we had not paid enough attention to the next checkpoint except that it was on a summit so we headed to the summit of Trostan and promptly did not see a checkpoint. Looking at our map it quickly became apparent that the next checkpoint was actually on the summit of Tievebulliagh.

The walk up Trostan was boggy and muddy and fairly tough going but across between Trostan and Tievebulliagh was much worse. It was very wet and we where regularly walking knee deep which was very energy sapping. Once the worst of the bog was over it then became very tussocky which was also hard to negotiate at any speed. The worst terrain behind us, we headed to the summit by the most direct route, passing a slightly bewildered group of Duke of Edinburgh folks with huge packs and 5 layers each, giving two guys in Sesame Street cycling tops and one also in cycling shorts funny looks, as we ran past them!

Despite the weather forcast being for a really bad day this was the only part where the weather was not glorious all day. We had 10 minutes of rain, 5 minutes of hail while we where on the summit and 10 minutes of rain down the other side. At the summit we knew that due to the (as it turned out, temporary) heavy cloud and unfamiliar terrain, we needed to be 100% sure of our direction to the next checkpoint. Im not sure if it was the hail/tiredness/soreness/being a bit flustered/scared of getting it wrong, or all of the above, but I discovered that im not 100% sure of how to use a compass properly when I need to (im fine in my living room or if im with a group of other folks to agree with me etc) which I was a bit anoyed at as I should know. Anyway, once we had our barings it was down the rediculously steep summit to the valley and what I think is the Glenann river. A quick refuel and it was straight up to the Glenann road where we made our first big mistake. We where not too far off but where heading to the wrong place on the far side of the hill and so crossed the road and kept going. We realised our mistake after not to long when we noticed we where heading to the end of the forest not the middle so headed back to the nearest part of the road and followed it to checkpoint 6 having been told that point 5 had been canceled.

We where now 40 minutes behind the team in front of us so opted out of the optional stage and instantly made our second big mistake of the day. The transition was at a funny sort of crossroads but we had marked the transition on the wrong road so when we took the correct turn relative to this we actually turned up the Altarichard road instead of the Glendun road. this seemed wrong to me but a quick check of the map confirmed that it was "correct". This is all up hill and the road we should have been on is all down hill so it was a costly mistake. After about 20 minutes we realised and reversed our route slightly anoyed with ourselves. This first bike stage basically involved rolling the whole way down the Glendun road to the car park in Cushendun picking up 3 checkpoints on the way.

This also confirmed that I should have just used my own bike. I borrowed a Specialised and am well documented in my hatred of them (MTB only - I have a Specialised road bike which I love). The stem is too short, the bars are too wide, the frame is too short, the seat tube is too angled resulting in the BB being too far forward and the seat being angled back. The result is you end up using as much energy holding yourself on as making the bike move and have to use small gears where I prefer a big gear (rant over).

We reached the carpark in good time and left on foot just as the first team was finishing the Kayak, putting us about 2 hours behind them. We followed the trail up the river Dunn which was very enjoyable despite the pain I was now experiencing in my feet. At the top pf the kayak I stood in the water for a minute while we ate some food to numb them and this worked well. The river did not really have enough water for the heavy 2 person kayaks which actually sit fairly low in the water and so the descent of the bottom 5K of the river involved quite a lot of getting out and walking in 6 inches of water with the kayak and paddling where the river was deeper. Keeping to the outside of the corners where the water will always be deeper in any river worked well and kept the getting out to a minimum.

The kayak also marked the last point where we bothered with checkpoints. At the bottom of the river we where supposed to turn right and get a checkpoint in the caves then round the bay to get another on the pier before heading to the middle of the bay. We simply turned to the middle of the bay as we where very far behind and did not want the marshals having to wait for just us and (very secondary reason) we where shattered. We missed out much of the open water kayak but the run down the river was a fair bit of the distance and also a very tiring part of the route so we did not feel we had left too much out.

From here we started to follow the route again on bikes but missed a turn with Chris a bit in front of me just out of earshot. When the marshals came passed us and stopped to let us know we decided to just keep following the main road to Cushendall and then take the B14 back to the finish. This missed the last few checkpoints but not much distance as we where roughly following the route. I had the disadvantage of knowing the B14 and what a climb it would be but I have only cycled down it before and did not realise that there is never a part where the climb takes a break. The combination of bike and tiredness made this one of the most difficult cycles of my life but I took it slow and steady and made it. Chris' knee was also playing up at this point but we covered the last K or so at a good pace and arrived to a big cheer from the marshals and remaining competitors. A special mention to Ivan and Steve from CCAR who must have finished hours earlier but where still there to cheer us home sometime at about 6:15 ish.

Once we could make it to the kitchen we where treated to soup and sandwiches but dont ask what flavour they where as nothing was given the chance to be tasted. I must have eaten a whole loaf worth of bread without chewing any of it!

This race was a good bit harder than even the notorious CCAR Castlewellan race a couple of months back but was still hugely enjoyable and I throgughly enjoyed having the oportunity to push my limits. We also both probably learned more from this race than all the others we have taken part in combined and so any newbies thinking of having a go at a race, pay particular attention to our lessons from this race (but dont let them put you off giving them a go).

• Sort out all your kit and have it ready to go at least 2 days in advance so all you need to do the day before is one last check then load it into the car. Leaving anything to the last morning automatically means it will be lost or broken.


• Aim to be out of the house an hour before you actually need to.


• Print directions at least the day before and be sure of them even if you think you know where you are going.


• If you borrow a bike, get it early and have at least one proper mountain biking training session on it.


• Make 100% sure you can use a compass even if you are good with a map. Practice using the compas even if you know where you are going so you verify that you would have used the compas correctly if you had needed to.


• Be 100% sure of how to mark checkpoints on a map (along the coridors then up the stairs).


• Stick to your own pace even if this means you are much slower than others.


• Skip parts/take shortcuts if you need to. You are better finishing a course having had to skip a piece or two than having to get a lift to the finish. I dont think I would have made it back under my own power if we had done the full course and would have been disapointed at myself for that. As it stands I know that skipping the parts we did was a good call.

One of the things that slowed us down a bit was stopping to take photos (thats one of our excuses anyway) and a link to a flickr set of these is here and also added to the links of the blog.

A huge thanks to Greg and the other marshals/folk involved for a great race and also thanks for waiting extra just for us.

Mark

CCAR Baronscourt 2008

While I was marshalling this event, I was taking photos of the race start on the bikes and also at the gravity karting. I managed to get most folks at the gravity karting except the last few teams when my batteries had run out. I have uploaded the photos to flickr and added a link on the RHS of the blog. The photos are in no particular order but if you can find yourself then you are welcome to take any you want.

Mark

One Fat Lady Gets (Porta)down and Dirty

Well, since I didnt get to take part in the adventure race on Saturday, it left me fresh for the Mud Race in Portadown on Sunday and this turned out to be a good job. The course was a very tough 2 miles and it was 2 laps but it was probably the hardest 4 miles of my life.

I set off far too fast and ended up walking about half of the first lap but by the start of the second lap, I had settled into a rythm and was able to run the second lap. The terrain was at best ankle deep mud or water for 90% of the lap and the water plunges varied from knee deep to waist deep to upper chest deep.

The results are out and im very happy to say I came in in under an hour (57:09) which was my target. I was 80th out of 151 starters and 123 finishers so not being a runner im pleased.

The race might have only taken an hour but I was as wrecked afterwards as I usually am after a day long adventure race.

They are talking about another one in the autumn and I will definately be there.

My wife was there to spectate and took some photos which can be seen from the photo links on the RHS

Mark

Two Fat Ladies - A View From The Other Side

Well, as per my previous post I ended up marshaling at the last race as Chris was ill, so I wanted to give an account of my day and a bit of an insight into the worthwhile day of a marshal.

First let me say I was a last minute marshal and in no way part of the huge task of organising the race. However as someone who had more access to pre race marshal talks and discussions than usual, I can now appreciate more just how much work goes on behind the scenes even up to the very start of the race. Lots of things like special tasks can only be set up on the day of the race and some marshals have to be quite far away and it is quite a logistical feat to make sure everything is as it should be as the first teams get to each checkpoint. Also bare in mind that Ivan and his team have often done the full course a day or two before hand to put out checkpoints. I know that after the races I am still in a lot of pain 2 days after, just another indicator of the fitness and comitment levels of all the folks at CCAR

As someone who has now completed 3 of CCAR's races, I am now doubly impressed at how smooth everything always goes from the competitors point of view. Behind the scenes, while it is not disorganised chaos, it is certainly very busy.

Anyway as for my day as a marshal, it was pouring down for the first 2 hours or so but luckily I was in the car and so had a nice hour or two on my own in the middle of some lovely scenery [http://www.barons-court.com/] stuffing my face with the food provided to marshals (thanks Joan) and listening to radio 2! I was marshaling the gravity carts and due to the format of the race, teams suddenly started coming from all directions. There where over 30 teams racing and the most I ever had with me was 4 but they where spread out all over the afternoon and so kept me interested most of the time. After about half of them had passed, I was joined by CCAR's by this stage "official" photographer, Shane, who provided some company towards the end when teams where becoming more sparse.

At one point I realised that I had left my cars electrics turned on and the radio and air running all day and knew that the car was not going to start so it was no supprise that it did not. Luckily the two of us got it pushed off the verge and the tiny gradient was just enough to bump start it. Its lucky that it did as we realised that had it not it would have also blocked Shanes car in.

Late in the afternoon I recieved the phonecall to confirm that all teams where back and I could head back for some lovely soup and muffins. Having not just raced I was able to actually taste these this time.

So all in all a very good day and an excelent oportunity to see things from the other side. I would greatly encourage someone who is considering doing the races but not quite sure, to give marshaling a go first. You will get to experience the brilliant atmosphere and general friendlyness on race morning and also see the kind of terain covered. You will also see other people who are no fitter than you (me for example) completing the course and having fun even though they are a good bit behind the leaders.

Also, to the folk who do the races, if you find yourself teammateless (not a word, I know) volunteer yourself as a marshal for the day. You will be helping to pay the CCAR team back for all the hard work and hours they put into every race. I know I also got a huge amount of satisfaction, just being a small part of the team and knowing that I had contributed in my small way to making the race a sucess for all involved.

Anyone wanting to volunteer - see the link to the CCAR website on the RHS of this blog

Mark

Two Fat Ladies Weekend Does Not Quite Go To Plan

Well, Im a bit gutted but it cant be helped. Chris got back home from Marrakech [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marrakech] late last Thursday with a really bad chesty cough/cold.

This was the first chance he had to tell me he was not able to do the race and so I only had Friday to try and find a replacement. Typically enough this time round no one had contacted Ivan looking for a team mate and every one else I know either couldn't or wouldn't.

Since I had arranged to be there anyway, and knowing that they are always short of marshals, I decided to offer my services for the day. Obviously I would have preferred to race and wondered if I would just end up bored to tears all day and regretting going but ended up being plesantly suprised as I will cover in my next post

Mark