Myself? I opted to go for playing baby in a lovely all in one pink night suit complete with Bib and Dummy, adapted and designed by my good lady. The only strange thing was that I actually managed to get another club member to wear one as well!! (Thanks Paul).
This year’s event though would be different. Last year, parking was terrible, the start delayed, exiting the car park was nothing short of dangerous and the goody bag was at best, poor.
The race itself turned out to be a lot of fun. It was a tough start going up the hill and then keeping on going up the hill oh and then going up a bit more of a hill until we reached the top….at which point instead of last year’s going down the hill we took a trip though the forest before going, err, up the hill again a bit further. Eventually the course took us back past the start and the gathered Strider supporters association, made up of my wife, Andrea’s husband and the girlies little kiddies.
As sure as night becomes day in a Hell raiser Trail event, you know you are going to get dirty, very dirty, you are also going to get wet, very wet. It took it’s time coming but eventually we reached the first open field of Bog. At this point the Chairman of the group decided to show us all what a great leader he was. Terry opted to take no prisoners and run through the bog without stopping, a task that was in itself difficult and a highly risky one as the odd training shoe left in the mud would testify.
|The Bog of Doom|
Anyhow, the Striders continued through the course bit by bit and little by little. Myself and Paul were now wearing suits that were weighing that much I felt like a marine carrying a backpack, only colder and wetter. Eventually we conquered the hills of doom, which in essence are just hills that go straight up, forget running these, next time I will bring my mountain ropes.
Of course, the grand finally of the now famous hell up north hits you at the end. This is of course being the Bog of Doom. The Bog of Doom is a bit difficult to explain, but it’s sort of like a long swimming pool but instead of water it contains thick thick mud, a sort of mud that even walking through saps the life out of you. Not only that, but by the time we reached it, I was cold, wett, shaking and so so hungry. But nether the less, through we went and off to the finish line. At this point 4 of us prematurely completed the course, not prematurely in terms of winning you understand, the event was won hours ago. But we were premature as we left the some striders in the bog. Im not sure if it was because of the cold, or the excitement of wanting to see what would be in that goody bag but finish before them we did. We stood and awaited the chairman to bring home the rest of the troops before heading back off to try and scrub the copulas amount of mud off of ourselves before the drive home.
Till next year(s) event.