I chased a guy in blue all the way to the A470. I had decided to experiment with some real food after getting very sick of gels on the Wye race. The tuna mayo wraps seemed to do the trick as despite feeling a bit glum at the sight of the gravel forest track stretching off into the distance I caught up with some other runners. The Story Arms seemed to take a long time to appear but the girls on marshall duty were fantastically cheerful and filled my water bottle. The weather was benign compared to late October when the OMM started from the lay by.
It was marshalled by the guy who had been on duty outside registration on Friday night and he asked how my voice was going. Here I got cocky and ran on ahead round lanes, tracks and bridleways. After a couple of miles we joined the summer route and I was sort of pleased, but sort of sad, that we were not climbing back up Cribyn.
|No tops today|
Losing 20 minutes up the valley and struggling with a cold meant I took 8 hours 30. I later found out in the pub that a garmin showed nearly 43 miles and that was without my little detour. Perhaps JonS is not the only RO who underestimates the distance ;)
With the prize giving over we wandered up to the pub and settled in for a relaxing evening. We ate early and as we started our second beer it began to fill up with more runners.
It was interesting to chat with a guy from Iceland who was telling us how cheap things are there now due to their poor exchange rate. We also chatted to some men who had completed their first off road marathon and a couple of others for whom it was their longest race so far and the start of preparation for the MDS. It was good to stroll back to the van and fall into bed, leaving the drive home for Sunday. There were at this stage still people finishing.. that is a long time on your feet and going slowly in the dark.