A strange start to my day, on arriving, was to see the 100k
runners already running around the park, their race having started at 07:00.
The 50k, by contrast, started at the much more civilised time of 10:00, allowing
me to have a leisurely breakfast before heading to the Bells Sports Centre to register
with plenty of time to spare. I planned to run the first hour or so without
food or (much) drink before Alison, having had an even more leisurely
breakfast, would arrive at the start/finish area with my ultra ‘hamper’ (rice
pudding, mandarin oranges, salted potatoes, hula hoops, baby bells, electrolyte
drink, flat pepsi, etc,etc).
Our race was to consist of twenty one laps of
2.381k around the almost pan-flat tarmac paths of the park, quite appropriate
given that this would be my twenty first ultra. The race briefing had indicated
a clockwise circumnavigation of the park which unfortunately meant we would be running
into a strong southerly headwind alongside the River Tay while being relatively
sheltered on the city side of the loop thereby gaining no benefit from said
wind.
The 100k start |
Rather dauntingly there were only 75 starters who were
ushered onto the race route during a convenient gap in the 100k field and sent
on our way. I had been suffering from a head cold for the previous three days
and indeed had been unsure whether to run at all so decided to set out at a
very conservative pace to test the waters, as it were. As it turned out my
splits were very consistent for the first fifteen laps or so, steadily around
the fifteen minute mark, and without any discomfort at all. Sadly the endurance
ebbed from my legs from about that point and running into the wind on the
riverside became more and more like running in treacle. Given that durability
is usually a strength of mine and that I tend to pick up the pace the longer a
race goes on I feel sure the illness had drained some of my stamina.
At my lowest ebb the cavalry arrived, not to the call of a
bugle but with the sound of cow bells, in the form of Emma Mearns with Jim in tow
who turned up just at the right time. Many thanks must go to them for braving
the flying dimpled balls by frequently criss-crossing the golf course in order
to give me some encouragement twice every lap. The sound of Emma's cow bells
perked me up every time I heard them but even with their cheering the last five
laps or so were a real grind and I was reduced to run/walking over the
nineteenth and twentieth laps (200/100 if you’re interested). As often happens my
competitive instincts kicked in once I heard the (metaphorical) bell and churned
out a faster lap than I had managed for the previous two and a half hours! No,
I don’t understand the human mind or body either!
The closest I came to winning! |
At last! |
Finally coming across the finish line in 5.37.33 I was
dragged (willingly!) to the food tent where I was handed a most welcome cup of home-made
soup. Further refuelling and rehydrating soon took place (Alison putting her
WHWR supporting skills to good use again, to my benefit) and it was soon off
for a hot recovery shower and more food. I finished 58th from 69
finishers with times ranging from 2.56.37 to 7.31.10. As you may have worked
out there were only 6 DNFs, quite a low number given the strength of the wind
on the day. I was mildly pleased to find later I came home as second M60, one place
better than in the Devil O’The Highlands race last August.
The 50k race winner was Ross Houston of Central AC in
2.56.37 in a new Scottish 50k record, beating Don Ritchie’s 31 year-old record
by two seconds. Ross is clearly enjoying his conversion to ultra running having
set a new course record at the D33 and took the ACP 100k title last year. To
give an idea of just how fast he was travelling he lapped me four times during
my first five laps and his consistency was also remarkable with his fastest
lap, not surprisingly, being his first in 8:02 and his slowest, the
penultimate, in 8:57 – a variance of only 55 seconds over his twenty one laps
of the park. Keep an eye out for him at Livingston this coming weekend as I
believe he intends competing in the National 6/4 Stage Road Relays.
Race organiser Adrian Stott can't contain his delight as Ross Houston breaks the Scottish 50k record which had stood since 1985. |
Mark
Pollard of Inverclyde AC was second in 3.07.17 and Ross Milne of Corstorphine AC
completed a Scottish clean sweep of the 50k male podium in 3.18.13. The female
race winner was Hannah Oldroyd of England in 3.36.33, coming home in eigth
place overall.
England’s Paul Navesey won the 100k in a time of 6.58.52
while the female title also headed south with Melissa Venables in 8.15.54.
All in all I had a grand day, having had the chance of a wee
chat with eventual race winner Ross (we’re on first name terms you know!)
before the race, had a brief couple of chats (as I overtook him – he was
running the 100k) with a legend of Scottish ultra-running, William Sichel (google
his name if you don’t him) from the Orkney Isles who probably holds more endurance
records than I’ve had hot dinners (and that’s a fair number!)
William Sichel |
My verdict on lap races? Well, lets just say I’ve scrathed that
itch and probably won’t be doing this sort of thing again. Being constantly
lapped by most of the field doesn’t do much for your self-esteem,
unsurprisingly, so going ‘round and round and round’ as Damon Albarn sang in
‘Parklife’ just doesn’t appeal anymore.
50k memento |