Co Antrim
Two Fat Ladies Push Their Limits
Mark Dunlop / 20.04.2008
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 wrong 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. It had been on a sheepfold but the farmer was using it that day so teams where redirected.
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).
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