With the Club Championship getting to a critical stage, there were 14 Harriers among the 117 finishers of the Clay Bank West fell race, the penultimate race of the series. On a fine, bright, very cold morning, meaning ice in places, Stephan Tomaszewski led club members home, 23rd in 36.28, with Rob Burn 28th, and 1st M60, in 37.15, Marc Davies, splendid again, 58th in 44.36, David Read 78th in 47.00, Bryan Miller 85th in 48.18, Carol Morrison 87th, and 1st F50, in 48.24, Hilary Coventry 88th in 48.26, Alan Rylance, in his first outing for the club, 90th in 49.06, Steven Scott 97th in 52.25, Pat Kirby 104th in 53.59, Faith Coy, accompanied by husband Martyn, given 108th and 109th respectively in 59.00, Claire Gillan 112th in 60.00 closely followed by Christine Burn, 113th in 60.30.
Fran Jeffery likes something more challenging and the previous day she was among the 100 or so runners who tackled the testing Hardmoors Goathland Trail Marathon, tesing both for length and terrain, though quite a bit of the route was on decent moorland trails. Mallyan Spout offered some spectacular scenery as a diversion, plenty of crossing of streams, dark forest trails through Cropton Forest, and the inevitable steps to be got up or down which is a constant in these races. Fran was troubled with a sore knee for about half the race and did well to complete the course in 6 hours 40 minutes.
The four more “senior” members who entered the Maltby 7 on a beautiful Sunday morning prefer something which is much more certain underfoot, and this friendly rural road race, only 30 minutes up the A19 from Thirsk, attracted 327 finishers. Richard Easby came 280th in 68.45, running with Chris Sykes, 281st in 68.46, Ian Codling 302nd in 74.26 and Marian Codling 324th in 87.29.
Arrangements are well underway for the Thirsk 10 Road Race which the club hosts annually. The date is March 23rd 2014 at Thirsk Racecourse and full details can be found on the club website here, on-line entries and paper forms at uk results.
The day of the big M dawned, and as usual I was too nervous to eat my breakfast before the hours drive to Goathland. I got signed in, then met a few people, finally meeting Darren from the We Love a Challenge group on Facebook and had a quick natter with Ray and Flip. We all had a good chuckle at the marathon route sweeper who was dressed as Death, complete with robes and a scythe…
The weather was cold but sunny as we gathered on the start, and soon enough we were off! The gentle downhill start was just to lull us into a false sense of security I’m sure!! The first mile or two were sublime. Narrow, rocky path alongside the playful West Beck led us directly below the Mallyan Spout Waterfall, I thought to myself as we crossed several little bridges back and forth over the water that I will have to come back here with OH and doglett…
There were plenty of muddy steps thrown in, well of course, this is one of Jon’s route, there’s always steps! At least this way we got them out of the way early on.
Now we climbed up onto the moor, there was to be lots of moor. But the going was good underfoot, and I ran behind Shirley for a while before overtaking her before the first check point. Here the half marathon runners turned off to cross the river on stepping stones, us full marathoners and the 10km guys instead turned uphill for a stiff climb to Simon Howe. Here some cheery marshals were directing 10km runners back home and us marathoners out along the rigg, we had a long way to go yet!
The field was beginning to spread out a little now, but there were plenty of runners close by both ahead and behind. We entered Cropton Forest. I stopped for a drink at the checkpoint here, about 8 miles in now I think. We travelled on good tracks in the forest and I soon recognised where I was from the Levisham Saltergate fixture in the Esk Valley series. My left knee was starting to twinge and I took the steep descent very carefully. We crossed the railway line at Needle Eye before entering the wood again, gosh it was dark in here! Up the steep grass bank and along the cliff edge, being careful not to look down, then a long undulating grass track all the way along Levisham Bottoms, almost to Levisham itself. By the next checkpoint, my knee was really hurting. Not good at just about 12 miles into a marathon. Another girl was also having knee problems, she’s taken a tumble and both knees were bleeding badly. A competitor who was also a nurse had a little look, but they seemed to be starting to scab up and she was determined to carry on! A few people caught up with me here, including Shirley, they went on ahead as I was busy faffing about refilling my water. I ran alone across Levisham Moor to the next check point, just after crossing the A169, my knee was forcing occasional walk breaks now which was very frustrating as I felt fine otherwise. At the checkpoint, Tim Taylor caught up with me and said ‘Come on Fran, we’ll run together!’ We ran/walked together for a couple of miles. He was happy to walk a while but I hope I didn’t slow him down too much. He ran on as we got closer to Fylingdales (I miss the golfballs) and I couldn’t keep up. My knee was very sore, I managed the odd jog but was mostly walking. The route was now on a boring track that felt like it was going on forever and I had a little mardy with myself. At least the track was easy to walk on I suppose, if I’d been running I would have got off it sooner! I spotted a lonely figure dressed in Hi-vis and it was a marshal who took my number and pointed me onto open moor once more. The track was more interesting now, but still painful! I still managed the odd jog where it wasn’t to tricky underfoot. There were a few boggy patches here and there but nothing too bad. I felt aware time must be getting on and I wanted to get finished in daylight, so I kept pushing the knee into a jog for as long as I could before having another walk break.
At one point the route crossed a stream, it was too wide to jump cleanly and I could see where everyone else had slithered down the bank, I got a muddy foot and a thistled hand but didn’t fall in! The stream was crossed again, this time by a metal sheet, hmm.
Now I could see cars on the A169 ahead, I could still see Tim too in his day-glo orange top. I knew once I crossed that road again I’d just about cracked it! Pressed on down the hill to the road crossing check point, stopped for a cup of pop and a caramel shortbread thingy before pressing on, I knew there were other runners closing in behind. Across the road, over a stream on some flooded steps, over the railway line once more and up a steep bank to get back onto the moor. It was a gentle gradient and after a while I thought, that’s the cairn from earlier in the race. Indeed it was Simon Howe, the two marshals looking slightly more windswept than before, but they managed a bit of banter and pointed me towards home. ‘Three miles and it’s all downhill’ they told me. I’ve learnt not to trust marshals when they say things like that, but for once they were right! There was another runner in view ahead, also employing a run/walk strategy but I never managed to catch him. My pained periods of running were actually getting longer, I wanted to get finished now, I wanted to finish in daylight, I could see my shadow getting taller.
Annoyingly, in those last three miles, after having seen no-one apart from Tim for the best part of 10 miles, I was now over taken by no less than 9 other runners. They did however say well done and check I was ok.
The last group overtook with Goathland village in sight, in fact the ‘leader’ of the little group had a brief chat and I managed to run with them down the last grassy hill into the village, the hall was just around the corner now and the other runners really picked up the pace. To hell with my stupid knee, come on and I pushed hard to keep up, blowing like a train, we crossed the grass into the hall and Annabomb was there to record our times.
I’d actually beaten my target time (official results aren’t out yet) but I got round in about 6hrs and 40mins, even with an uncooperative knee. I saw Flip in, then got some warm clothes on and had some tea, pasta and cake. Hung around for a bit chatting before getting in my car to come home.