FEET ROC FENCING WYRE FOREST 8 - Or as Jacky Fellows calls it… Mud,
Mud, Glorious Mud!!!
I ran with Melanie for the first time last Tuesday at
the club and was bemoaning the fact that I had missed the Wyre Forest 8
because of injury, but as luck would have it, she told me that she just so
happened to have a spare number for the rescheduled race.
We arranged to meet up on Sunday. Melanie’s dad drove
us to the Wyre Forest visitors centre in plenty of time for the start. It
had started to rain as we set out from Wombourne and it got steadily worse
as the morning wore on.
Roland (Melanie’s dad) went off with the dogs and we
headed for the start. The race started well and we worked our way along good
tracks through the forest, admiring the scenery as we chatted…then came the
mud… I’ve never seen so much mud…it must have gone on for a good 2 miles.
I started pretty much from the back and managed to make
up a couple of places past women who were gingerly picking their way through
what can only be described as a quagmire! Me, being me didn’t bother to
watch my step, I just ran straight through the middle of it…I did lose my
shoe at one point which set me back a bit…and then I had to powder my nose
behind a bush…which pretty much put me back where I started.
The mud and the hills took their toll and I had a real
dip in energy at about the 3-mile mark. I was really disappointed that I had
to walk up a couple of those hills but by the 4-mile mark I’d eaten a couple
of jelly babies and managed to get my second wind.. It was at this point
that the only other runners I could see disappeared into the distance and I
was left on my own…the scenery and the solitude were wonderful.
I’d got into a rhythm and was comfortable. I really
started to enjoy myself. The marshals were brilliant; they gave me so much
encouragement and told me how fantastic I was doing. I finished the race in
97:58 which under the circumstances wasn’t that bad. It turned out I wasn’t
the last either as there were a few behind me. Melanie greeted me at the
end; she’d finished several minutes earlier (well done Mel) and we went of
for a well deserved cup of coffee.