Race report: The 6th Vale of York Half Marathon (15th September 2019)
I noticed this year that the opening mile was a bit congested compared to the previous route. This time we set off along a narrow lane instead of the broad sweep of runway. Nevertheless, the slightly altered route remains a PB course, being both flat and very fast. For the last few years I have tried to make sure that I am the last runner to cross the starting line, and then I set off slowly and get 5-10 seconds faster per mile as I go. This normally results in a galloping charge at the end, but this short period of agony is outweighed by the opportunity to chat to numerous other runners in the earlier miles. If you have never done this, then just give it a go; it is a lovely way to spend an autumnal morning communing with fellow runners. All very life affirming, although unlikely to result in a PB! All the roads were closed to traffic and at every corner there were enthusiastic, cheerful race marshals and this year there were significantly more supporters than ever before. They were loud and appreciative!
So, there you have it: a fun, well organised, enjoyable Half Marathon. In direct contrast, I offer you the Hull Marathon!!! Double the distance, but my goodness not even half as good!
Several months ago, I offered to act as a personal pacemaker for a friend who was desperate to get a PB in an autumn marathon. I agreed, but then had to hide my disappointment when she chose Hull as the marathon to target (not least because she has done it twice before and has reported how much she hated it). So instead of Amsterdam, Venice or Berlin, I ended up driving across to Hull on Sunday morning picking up Tracey (aka the ‘Haphazard Runner’) on route and heading for East Park. This year the marathon route has been changed from its normal loop to an alternative point-to-point, starting at the Humber Bridge and then descending via Hessle, into the city and around its docks before a final flourish out to the eastern side finishing in a suburban park. This year, as per previous, there were several relay events being hosted at the same time.
Having booked bus tickets, Tracey and I planned to park at the finish and then along with several hundred other runners get the bus out to the start. Despite arriving over an hour and a half before the race start, we soon discovered that the car park was already full. I am sure the locals must have been a little miffed as hundreds of cars were soon parked up all around their quiet suburban streets before 8:00am on a Sunday morning. We successfully caught a free event bus to the Humber Bridge and the race start only to be confronted by a queue for the Portaloos. And what a queue!!!!! I have calculated that taking into account all the marathon runners and all the (first leg) relay runners there was in excess of 900 people ready at the start of the race. And how many Portaloos were available? Answer: 5! Yes, just 5! Tracey queued and queued and then having performed her ablutions we had to run to the start line! We were just in time. Many runners were not, including several official pacemakers who ended up pushing their way through the crowds of runners or sprinting from the back of the pack to catch up!! Unforgivable really!!
Having said all that, running across and then back over the Humber Bridge was fun and the weather was mild and breezy, with the sun just beginning to shine. 20 miles later things felt very different. The weather was really very hot and humid and many runners were suffering. I am afraid to say this included the Haphazard Runner who had passed the halfway point at exactly the time she wanted, but not long afterwards the wheels fell off and she really started to struggle. I dragged her round and she managed an admirable PB (by 15 seconds) having battled with heat exhaustion, vomiting and hitting the wall!
Hull is not a beautiful city. And so, creating a marathon route which keeps the runners entertained (!) is always going to be tricky. But here are my observations: we spent a lot of time running around the docks or through industrial estates: not nice. The promised musical entertainment was few and far between: most of the bands were packing up to go home when we passed them. The water stations were undermanned and in the latter stages ran out of water almost entirely: hopeless. The section around the city centre was tortuous and complicated with the route diving down snickets and through alleyways and with constant kerbs to be stepped over and cobbles to be avoided: an accident waiting to happen especially when runners get tired. A 2 mile stretch consisted of a cycle track with runners going out and back seemingly in the middle of nowhere: this felt hopeless. The final section at East Park was really like taking the piss frankly: we entered the park and were within a hundred yards of the finish but had to complete a mind-numbing 2 mile long circumference before finally returning back to the start of the loop and the eventual finish line. Personally, I am not bothered by T shirts and goody bags, but there was so much consternation at the fact that the 10K runners got the same T shirt as the marathon runners (at least the goody bags didn’t have a bottle of bleach in them like last year).
It all sounds a bit awful doesn’t it really? And in all honesty, I don’t think I can recommend it except for one overriding feature: the people! The volunteer marshals and the general public who turned up in their hundreds were utterly amazing!! They can be truly proud of themselves. They were lining the streets and giving out water and hosing down the runners and generally shouting and being supportive! The organisation and route may have been pretty lacklustre but the people of Hull shone that day!
To help the Haphazard Runner achieve her PB I had a running vest made for the occasion. On the back was printed the following, “Getting a Marathon PB is tough, you have to go through Hull and back”. Like many runners on Sunday, I don’t think she found it funny.
Wensleydale Wedge Race Report
Askrigg Temperance Hall was buzzing with other participants when I arrive and it’s reassuring to know 300 other people think it’s a good idea to do this. Some even look happy.
At 8.00am we start in the rain. The hills we’re about to run up to are hidden in low cloud. I’d recced the route a few months earlier so I knew what was coming. Up past Semer Water, which looks like one of the Cumbrian lakes dropped into The Dales. The paths turn very muddy, some of them washed away by the recent heavy rains, exposing roots and rocks. Watch your ankles. I’m glad I wore my mud claws. Splash through the streams up to the shins. You begin to notice the water in the muddy fields feels warmer than the streams, almost pleasant.
Then the climb up Crag Dale to the desolate Stake Allotments to reach the high point of 1732 feet. Its misty and I tap my coat pocket to check I’ve got my compass, just in case. My hoods up but the rains easing and I feel pretty good as I descend to Bishopdale out of the mist. I’m catching some other runners, which is good, because it means I’ve not set off too quickly.
One of the things I don’t like about long runs is refuelling. I have no appetite when I run and I’m already sick of Sugared Pineapple. I grab a piece of obligatory cheese from one of the check points. The Marshals are friendly and eager to feed you. At one of the refreshment tables they’ve got a bowl of Salsa! It’s a major talking point amongst the runners.
Over The River Ure and a great view of Aysgarth Falls in flood. Up ahead at mile 18 and 20 I know there’s still two climbs to go. The first climb is up to Castle Bolton. It’s not too bad, especially when I stop pretending to run and slow to a walk. Walking is an acceptable part of these events. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.
After the last climb at mile 20 my legs begin to go. I’m running again, just about. Two more swollen streams to stumble through. My knee hurts, my calf hurts and I wouldn’t eat any more pineapple if you paid me. I catch another two runners, overtake them, then they catch and overtake me. This carries on over the last two miles, which are thankfully all down hill.
I finish back at Askrigg Temperance Hall in 4 hours and 17 minutes. I was hoping to get under 4 hours, but I was content just to finish in one piece. I heard from other runners that times were slow this year due to the flooded conditions, and like all the other bedraggled and steaming participants, I was happy to agree that this was surely the case.