|The start of the run|
|Yes this is my best foot|
This ultra was to be special and in many ways completely change my outlook on running. Firstly let me tell you a bit about the “group” of people that make this special. This particular run was associated with the Hardmoors name but only really in name. This is because the organiser Kelly Jackson (and her helpers) make this race a very worthwhile event by donating all money raised to the local mountain and fell rescue people, the very people that will come out and rescue you should you find yourself short on the fells and moors. Secondly because it’s associated with John and Shirley Steels Hardmoors series it means a real sense of family even for Nikki and I and our 4 hour journey over to the wonderful moors.
This route was really quite simple and had missed out the normal John Steel’s sadistic approach of making you scramble up and down hills that made your thigh muscles pop out but nethertheless a real beautiful and challenging in its own way course. The route started in Ravenscar which in itself is a really picturesque village approximately 10 miles from Scarborough. It left the village hall to its normal shouts of enthusiasm and took off south east along the Cleveland way. This in itself bought out some terrific scenery, the sort you would place on a postcard and send it home to mum saying “wish you were here”
|The Train Rail|
|199 steps to the abbey and me smiling, that’s not been for a while|
As I continued with a bit of Neil Sadaka playing through my head set I got my head down and simply pushed on by admiring the views. As I came through the marathon distance I realised that I had just literally passed marathon distance quicker than I ran the canal marathon the week before. My blisters were still painful but in a really strange way my head felt better than it had for some weeks. Here I was running in the present, not the future or the past but just the here and now and taking every little moment of it in. All of a sudden I was experiencing something that no amount of medication or drug could ever provide me with- complete mental calmness.
As I continued along the Cleveland way overtaking one or two burnt out runners I really felt a sense of “struggle” Not something I hadn’t felt in many other races but just something whereby I wished I knew how far the next CP was as I was hot and had ran out of water. Just at this point a runner overtook me and this was to be the only runner to of done so since mile 15, she asked how I was getting on and I said “ok” but desperate for water. She said she had plenty and gave me half a bottle and carried on. I thanked her then and later and she looked fit and good and ready to accelerate away. I on the other hand must have looked baked cooked and ready to stumble over one of the cliffs. Before long however I had come back in to Robin Hoods Bay and the checkpoint. With a couple of cups of coke taken and a fresh water bottle I was informed I had 4.5 miles to go
|I will never tire of this view|
|The long road ahead|
I do hope you have enjoyed the report and the pictures. The Hardmoors series is a fantastic series of runs through the best countryside in the world as far as I’m concerned. It has great leadership and great camaraderie pretty similar to what we find in our own club. I would love to thank the support I have had from some members of our own club over the past few weeks too and can’t wait for the next Hardmoors event. The next one I am attempting is the Goathland Marathon through the picturesque Heartbeat country.
There is also a 10k and a half marathon too, a great chance to book you a hotel room have a run and treat the family to a nice bit of time in the moors.
See you soon.
|Random my dog and her friends at the beach following the run. |
Proof you can tie in two hobbies in one weekend.