Tuesday, 21 June 2016

SDW100 Race report

Top line … 17:12:41.  1st lady.  6th overall. 

Standing in a field in Winchester wearing the signature CR team yellow vest, the pressure was on.    I had the fear.  Big time.  I eagerly awaited the signal of the 6am horn, so I could get started on the journey on the South Downs Way to Eastbourne – a mere 100 miles and 12,000ft later. 

Saying farewell to my boy.  Photo: Stuart March
Training had gone well, but I could have done with another week’s taper.   I was starting with a bit of an on-going foot injury, but I wasn’t overly concerned about it.  It hurt in the latter stages of the Highland Fling, but the ground on the SDW is more forgiving than the WHW. 

For once, I trained – for a whole month - in temperatures that the south of England usually enjoy this time of year.  It’s not often we can say that, but it looked like the weather gods had turned the map of the British Isles upside down.  In Glasgow, we were basking in sunshine, while the southerners were enjoying something more typically Scottish.   

I have been known to obsess about climatic conditions.   The week of the race the temperatures rose quite sharply, but looked to fall again for race day.  I could handle 20 degrees.  Maybe. 

Winchester to Queen Elizabeth 22 miles (3:28hrs) 38th 

I said my final farewells to my crew – Marco, Paul and Cairn – at 6am on the dot were off.

Lap of the field with Wendy - on  her 14th CR 100 race

Photo: Stuart March
I had some lose figures in my head (and pocket) but it was hard to firm up a race plan.  Although I had recced the whole course over two weekends, I’d messed about chatting and taking pictures.  It was more about learning the route and much less about running sections at race pace.   I used the past three ladies’ winners as a steer.   I knew I’d be slower at the start, but that’s just how I roll.  Anyone that I asked about my goals, the answer was “I’d like it to start with a 17”.  Maybe it was more of an affirmation, but I still made me feel pretty cocky saying it. 

Photo: Stuart March

Photo: Jon Lavis
Photo: Jon Lavis
 Rather than pluck numbers of the sky, I kept my plan pretty simple.  Easy and by effort.  It’s pretty basic, but it always amazes me how many people I overhear saying they are going too fast at the start.  I had the lyrics to Guns ‘n’ Roses. Patience going over and over in my head “…take it slow.  It will work itself out fine.  All you need is just a little patience”.

It was lovely chatting to Wendy, Kit-Yi and Leanne on route to the 10 mile aid station at Beacon Hill Beeches.  I pressed on, as I’d carried enough to see me through to the first crew point at 22 miles.  Or so I’d thought.

Although the temperatures were kinder, the humidity wasn’t the best for running.  I was pretty much drenched by then and drinking way more than I usually do.  I’m so used to running around the trails and hills in Scotland and the Lake District, so being in an area I can’t top-up-al-fresco is alien to me. 

Photo: Jon Lavis
I was catching up with a briefly chatting with a few runners over the next few miles and then ran with Radio 2’s Vassos Alexander for a few miles.  Check me, randomly throwing in a celebrity running buddy!  He’s a really nice chap, who just loves life and shows genuine interest in people.  We chatted loads before parting company at Queen Elizabeth.

Queen Elizabeth Car Park to Cocking 35 miles (3:28 - 5:39) 23rd

By the time I’d met my crew I’d tipped over to the incoherent side of dehydration.  I guzzled loads, picked up two bottles and a few snacks and left, with a view to keeping support points to a minimum.

Photo: Jon Lavis
The results tell me I was 38th position.  I passed Sarah Sawyer before the checkpoint and I knew Jess Gray was ahead, so I was second female.  I’d asked my crew not to give me any updates about where I was in the race until at after half way.  And even then on a need-to-know basis.    

I marched up the hill through the wooded trail feeling a little woozy.  The humidity was really taking its toll here and I struggled to run on the hills.   The next section is a bit of a blur.  I drank nearly a litre of fluid over the six miles and I could have done with more.  At Harting Downs (27 miles) my crew told me everyone seemed to be struggling with humidity, so I took comfort in the fact it wasn’t just me.

Harting Downs. Photo: Jon Lavis
From then I had an invasion of negative thoughts going on, and I was quite literally shaking my head.  I was using Eddie’s trick of simply counting, which seemed to clear the crazy and helped loads.

My niggling foot was ok on soft ground, but anything rocky and it was a bit ouchy.  Although my shoe choice - Salomon S-lab Sense – were perfect for the course, terrain and conditions.  They probably weren’t the wisest choice with a foot issue and the small matter of 100 miles.   My crew had my back-up shoe, La Sportiva Bushido at the ready.  But I never changed into them.  In hindsight…yes, hindsight is a wonderful thing. 

Grimacing on the rocky descent to Worthing, I arrived to see the smiling faces of Iain and Sharon Bareham.  It was lovely to see them.    I was told by the CP marhals that I was first lady, but knew that was a mistake.    I arrived at 5:38.  Two minutes ahead of my sketchy 5:40 target. 

Cocking to Washington 54 miles (5:39-8:49) 14th

I was looking forward to the hike out of Cocking.  Two chaps went running past me, which made me doubt my effort.  Maybe I shouldn’t be walking.  But it was hot and it was early, so I let it slide.  I passed them both again within about two miles. 

I was slowly starting to come around again.  By the time I hit Bignor Hill, I was back in the game.  I stopped to pick up some water, as I wasn’t meeting me crew for a miles.  On arrival I was told Jess was 10 minutes ahead.  I was surprised it wasn’t more, but wasn’t concerned.  The same chap went to double check and informed me it was 14minutes.  I was still surprised it wasn’t more.

The little jog up Bignor reminded me of the great day I had with Karen Hathaway on the course.  The views are just stunning.  I nearly planked a few times taking it all in.

I met my crew in the sprawling metropolis of Amberley.  Picked up some fluids and Shotbloks, downed some fizzy water…and then spent the next mile belching.  Classy.  But I was in my happy place.  Lesson learned.  Getting so dehydrated early on caused me at least 15 miles of discomfort.

I was starting to pick it up again and ran straight through Kitchust Hill and Chantry Post aid stations.  I had enough to keep me going, and just wanted to focus.

The descent to Washington seemed to take longer than expected.  I passed a wedding party, who must have been delighted with the influx of sweaty runners.  Although, I had just caught three of the wedding guests peeing al fresco, so swings and roundabouts and all that.

Marco and Cairn were sitting on the grass along from the church and told me I’d now closed to 9 minutes on Jess, but when I got to the checkpoint (54 miles) she was still standing there.  I didn’t hang about, as I had to find where my crew had parked. 

Washington to Clayton Windmills 70 miles (8:49-11:44) 9th

I picked up some supplies from the guys and moved on, seeing Jess approaching.  I was crossing the field when I heard someone approaching rapidly.  I thought Jess had really put a sprint on, but it was Marco.  Panicked because I forgot to pick up my headtorch, which was a race rule to carry from Washington.

I chatted with Jess briefly, before pushing on.  I know she’s feisty so didn’t expect her to give it up easy, but I refuse to look back in races.  Whenever I see someone looking back, I know I’ve got them. 

I was trotting along quite nicely and heard what I thought was something banging in my back.  I presumed it was my head torch, so tried to body shuffle readjust.  Then I realised it was Jess’ footsteps, as she was literally on my heels.  This continued for the next four to five miles to Botolphs (61 miles).  Us, inches apart.  Earphones in.  Stoney silence.  I found the situation a little bit disconcerting.    It wasn’t until I got to aid station and stopped to pick up some Coke, I looked back and she wasn’t there. 

I marched up the hill and was greeted to the sight of a smiling Dan Lawson – looking like he'd gone up a few pantone numbers on the tanning colour chart.  Maybe it was the stress/exertion of the previous few miles, but I was starting to dip a little again.  Dan was out for a jog and was planning on turning at to Devil’s Dyke, so jogged along chatting loads. I concentrated on getting some calories in without barfing. 

I crossed over the road at Devil’s Dyke a bit confused about where the crew point was.  I thought it might have been the next car park, so pushed on.  I heard some shouting behind and turned to see Paul, Marco and Cairn running down the road with carrier bags.  It was a comical sight.   They confirmed what I already suspected, Jess had dropped out.  I swapped bottles, picked up a few bits and ran on down Saddlescomb, joking with the two guys I passed that they were getting chicked. 

At the farm, I briefly chatted to Jason Lewis who was stopping his race there.  He’s since discovered he had pneumonia, so that’s a pretty legitimate DNF story.  I didn’t stop at the CP, but I got a real buzz from the cheers I got from the ladies there. 

I was feeling on top of the world and just loving it.  Unlike traditional road running distances, the best thing about ultra-running is that you can hit some horrible lows in races, but pull it back to high-kicking status.

I remember the road crossing at the golf course being super busy, so I stopped, took my earphones out and looked left and right about 10 times.  No road crossing dramas this time.

I saw the ever-smiling Mark Perkins with his wife Sarah and their kids approaching.  Mark is also on the Centurion team and although we’ve chatted over the last couple of years, we’ve never actually met in person.  Fever-pitch excitement.    Sorry for the squealing and sweaty hugs, guys. 

Next stop the Clayton Windmills.  Although I didn’t actually stop, just acknowledged my arrived and left.  I was starting to feel a little bad as all the aid stations volunteer were amazing and poised ready to help and I like “Eh, can I go now”… and pushed on to meet my crew two miles later. 

Clayton Windmills to Southease 84 miles (11:44-14:13) 8th

Then I met The Naveseys!  It didn’t actually see them at first.  Just their MASSIVE German Shepherd Zach.  Hugs all round.  Except for Zach.  He was eyeing me up as an afternoon snack.

Then I had some company from a super cute five-year-old, Charlie, who broke away from his parents on a family walk to run alongside me.  The kid had some great chat and some serious endurance, so I had to play the race-back-to-Dad as fast as you can game.   

I met Marco and Paul at Ditchling Beacon (72 miles) for some last supplies before the 12 mile stretch. After saying farewell, I was starting to feel the effects of sweating and chafing.  I’ll spare you the graphics but I reapplied some Vaseline, peed what can only be described creosote and popped a blood blister on my foot with the pin from my race number.  I didn’t really spare you anything there, did I?

After I popped the blister, I did that half-run, half-limb run down the descent to Housedean Farm aid station.   But hey, it took the focus off my quads.  It’s funny how something can hurt, but another issue comes along to replace the discomfort focus.

I stopped for two cups of a Coke and a brief chat to the aid station volunteers and John from Lyon and Simon before heading over the bridge. 

On the climb (sorry don’t know the official name) which seems to make an unnecessary u-bend, I saw a runner in the distance.  I was trying to make out who it was.  It looked like Duncan Oakes.  If it was, he was having a stinker of a race because he’s a machine and frequently schools the youngsters on racing.   Anyway, whoever it was knew it was me gaining as they seemed to pick it up. 

My quads were aching again, but nothing more than the I’ve just run an undulating 80 miles kind of ache.  Foot and blister were fine though.  See?

I passed through the village on my way to the railway crossing and the final (timed) aid station.  This is where I stayed during my recce, so was in familiar territory.  I also knew there was a nice climb coming up, so didn’t want to prolong the effort.

Southease to Eastbourne 100 miles (14:13-17:12) 6th

I caught up with Duncan on the climb.  He was, as ever, smiling and being very gracious.  On any other day Duncan would have been well on his way to finishing the race by that time.  But he was suffering from a chest infection, so put ego and plans aside just to finish.  That’s why everyone has such huge admiration for Duncan. He just gets the job done.     

There was another runner in front with a pacer.  Even from a long way off I could see he was distressed about seeing me.  I honestly couldn’t have cared less. 

At this point I was estimating a 17:25-17:30, based on previous ladies’ winners’ splits.  Again it was hard to gauge, but I didn’t want to mess about and miss the sub 17:30.

Then I saw Claire Shelley bounding towards me with her usual plugged-into-the-mains energy levels.  You can’t help but smile when you see Claire, so it was lovely to see her.  Then her sidekick and my CR teamie, Drew came through the carpark saying all the right things like “flying”, “crushing it” etc.  Didn’t even matter if it wasn’t true, but it gave me real boost.

I know the next crew point is called Bo Peep car park and the clue is in the name, but there were fecking sheep everywhere.  Which is fine, if they didn’t think you were chasing them and frantically running all over the place! My footwork was struggling to negotiate frantic sheep. 

Last support point, I picked up some Coke, a Garmin back up and my Petzl Nao.  I carried the Tikka for kit purposes, but the Nao is far superior.  Especially with a defunct brain.   See you in Eastbourne, guys. 

I was happy to do this section in (almost) daylight as I was concerned about the faint track in the grass.  It’s hard enough to follow during the day.  Thankfully I didn’t need to turn on the headtorch until about half a mile before Alfriston. 

I arrived at the aid station and pushed on to come face-to-face with a herd of cows.   I wasn’t so gallus then, as I circumnavigated the field, knee deep in cow shit.  There was just no way I was going through them.  I even turned off my head torch so they couldn’t see me.  True story.

After stopping at the Alfriston CP, Dean Oldfield and his pacer, Stephen passed me again.  Obviously super impressed with my cow whispering skills.

There’s a long climb out of Alfriston which, on fresh legs, is very runnable.   But a fast hike was suiting me just fine.  Then is plateaus across some grassy sections, before a steep descent in the final aid station in Jevington.    Last year’s lead runner got lost here – yes, with three miles to go – so I was being very cautious. 

Again “Do I need to come in?”  No, bye.  Another big climb up to the final trig point, where the race route breaks from the SDW and follows an alternative course down to Eastbourne.  I made the mistake during my recce run, missed the trig and ended up going to Eastbourne twice.  Even in the dark I was baffled how I ever made that mistake.

I can’t remember what time I hit the trig, but I was amazed at how much time I had to get to finish only 2.5 miles away! Of course in my excitement, I missed a turn and ended up scrambling back through some jaggy bushes.  Only thing I was concerned about was not ripping my skort.

Then I was out on the road.  Nearly out in front of a van, because my legs didn’t stop in time.  I honestly couldn’t believe how much energy I had.

Although I’d run this section before, I was starting to worry that I was on the wrong road.  It wasn’t until I recognised a few buildings that I settled and reminded myself to enjoy the final stretch.  Then I took the left turn down the path to the sports centre – which seemed to take longer than last time.

And there it was.  The mecca that is Eastbourne Sports Centre.  The race involves a lap of the track before finishing under the gantry.  Cairn was sitting poised ready to kick my ass on the sprint again.  But this time he burned out and had to wait for him.  Pah!  Take that, kid.  In his head he still thinks he “won” though.

So I finished in 17:12:41…. Happy, happy, happy! Maybe I could have gone for the 16:56 record, but it's not worth pondering over.  
Best crew ever!! xx Photo Stu March

Thank you so much to my amazing crew, Marco, Paul and Cairn who were, as always, simply phenomenal. I couldn't have done it without them. Paul continues to be my lucky charm. 

Big hugs to James, Nici, Drew and all the aid station volunteers.    The support around the course was truly amazing. 

Think I’ll be grinning about this for a long time.

Although arriving home, Cairn was telling me about all the things he was going to say for “news” at school…running a kids’ race, ice cream on the beach, sleeping in a van.  When I asked if Mum winning a race would feature in this list he replied “Mum, you didn’t win.  People finished before you”.  So harsh.

Men's race
Neil Kirby 15:30
Ian Hammett 15:46
Ally Watson 16:28

Ladies' race
Debbie Martin-Consani 17:12
Cat Simpson 19:08
Maryann Devally 19:33

Thursday, 12 May 2016

Hoka Highland Fling 2016

With the rise of ultra-running and new races popping up all over, it’s often too easy to pick a race just to appear at the pointy end of the results.  I appreciate you’re only as good as who turns up on the day, but I’ve been known to refer to them as “Mickey Mouse races”.  And I've done a few ;-)

This year’s Hoka Highland Fling certainly wasn’t one for pot hunters.  As host to the UK Trials and Scottish Athletics National Ultra Trail Championships, the depth of talent within the 700+ runners  was by far the best the UK has ever seen.

I’ve always been a part of the race - mostly crewing - since 2008.  And ran it in 2010 and 2011 finishing 3rd and 2nd lady.  The latter being a bit of car crash, as I was (not so) fresh from running a 100k road race four weeks early.  My previous best was 9:39 and as I’d like to think I’ve improved as a runner in the last five years, I always vowed I’d go back and run a time I’d be satisfied with.  Like, for now, I’m happy with my results from WHW race and Devil o’ the Highlands.  So, I needed to address the balance for all three races on the West Highland Way. 

So, that’s how I found myself standing shoulder to shoulder with some of the UK’s finest ultra-distance runners at 6am on a chilly Saturday morning in Milngavie.

The field was – as our stateside friends would say - stacked.  In the ladies race, I was up against the likes of: USA’s Devon Yanko; GB trail runners Sally Fawcett, Lizzie Wraith and Bonnie Van Wilgenburg; Sophie Grant and new-kids-on-the-block, Beth Pascall and Sophie Mullins.

I don’t have the raw speed – and probably the self-belief - to compete well at 50 miles.  I think I’m more competitive over longer distances, when my stubbornness and pacing ability comes into its own. Although I had taken confidence from a second place finish and 10th overall at the Montane Lakeland 50 last summer - in a time that would have taken GB silver at the championships the year before.

I had my eye on a Scottish Championship medal.  As did Sophie Mullins, who had just won the Scottish 100k  Championship.  Caroline McKay and Nicola Adams-Henry, who finished 2nd and 3rd respectively at last year’s race, both running sub nine hours.   And Helen Leigh, Morgan Windram-Geddes and Lorna McMillan.  

Milngavie to Drymen (total 12 miles) 1hr 43 (104th overall 25th lady)

As suspected the race went off fast.  Very fast.  The 12 miles to the checkpoint at Drymen was always going to be a race within a race.  It’s not my style to get caught up in the excitement, I just wanted to stick to my own plan. 

Arriving in Drymen.  Pic: Muriel Downie
Familiar faces passed me early on asking if I was injured or using the race as a training run.  Neither was true.  Basically I wanted to run within myself for the first 20 miles and then see what happened.  Although I had a race plan, that plan didn’t involve anyone else or a race position.  I knew I would probably see those familiar again later in the race. 

Marco and Cairn were on crew duty for the day.  I arrived bang on schedule at 1:43.  Joking with Marco about being exact to the minute, I exchanged a bottle and kindly threw my rubbish at him and moved on.  No information was passed, as I wanted to remain blissfully unaware of the race ahead or my position until at least Beinglas (41 miles).  My only competition was myself.  

Drymen to Rowardennan (total 27 miles) 4hr 08 (53rd overall and 15th lady)

The first section of the race is my least favourite, so I was glad to get it out of the way. Plus, I knew the early fast and flat miles would wipe out a few over-zealous participants, and that’s always when the race really starts.   

Conic Hill.  Pic Josh Hewitson
I’m not really big on running with people during races, but I do enjoy brief exchanges.  I ran with Kristof from Poland for a few miles, just chatting through our plans for the year and bucket list of races.  By the time I hit the bottom of Conic Hill, I pushed on, looking forward to a fast hike and something to eat. 

In true Fling form, which traditional brings fine weather, we were greeted with blue skies and sunshine.  Although there was a nip in the air, the cool temperatures and dry ground was optimal for racing. 

I arrived at Balmaha in 2:52 (ish) and swapped another bottle and grabs a few gels from Marco.  Quick hug from my bestie, otherwise known as the Gibbering Midget.  She was “the boss” of the Balmaha CP and drop bags, a role which I’m sure she relished and shone ;-)  

Loch Lomond side. Pic Patricia Carvalho
Along Loch Lomond side, the views of the glistening water and hills beyond were breath-taking.  Talking to runners on the route who were enjoying their debut run on the WHW, made me feel so proud to be Scottish.  Although they should try it on a real Scottish day to get the true experience. 

I love the cheekiness and mixed terrain on this section.  From shingled beach, to rocky path, compressed track, a few steep inclines and wooded areas with tree roots designed to test your fancy footwork.  Regardless of the amount of times I’ve run this over the years, it’s always tougher than I remember it being.  Although I was happily catching and briefly chatting to runners.

Rowardennan to Beinglas (total 41 miles) 6hr 38 (32nd overall and 7th lady)

Arriving at Rowardennan, I could see Marco was having a tough time keeping tabs on the kid.  Cairn loves the freedom of outdoors, but he’s a bit of a liability.  Typical boy really.  I don’t think I was helping his stress levels when I had a mild strop because I wanted “TWO SHOT BLOKS” and he’d only brought one out to the CP – as per my plan.   My race disclaimers is…what goes on the course, stays on the course.  Covers a multitude of sins. 

Rowardennan to Beinglas is my favourite.  Some runners struggle with the technical bits, but I think it suits my running form – short stride and high cadence.  Plus, it helps to stay positive about the inevitable slowing of pace and just embrace the suck.      

I knew I ran my best over these miles, but results tell me I was 16th overall for that section, which I’m quite happy with.  It also meant I passed quite a lot of runners, including a few females in contention for Scottish Championship medals and some of my local (male) heroes.  At any other distances they would leave me for dust.  Actually they did a few hours earlier, they just couldn’t sustain it.    

I know the sport of ultra-distance running is renowned for its camaraderie, but I get such a boost passing people and - please don’t judge me for saying this but - even more so if they look ruined.

Heading into Beinglas, I was feeling on top of the world and had gained on my club mate, Nicola Adams-Henry.  Nicola is a super strong runner and was 3rd in the race last year, but she looked like she had slowed considerably.   

My main goal was to get there feeling good, as the last half marathon can make a break the race.  I honestly couldn’t believe how sprightly I felt.  I may have been slightly playing up for the small crowd that was gathered there though. 

Beinglas to Tyndrum (total 53 miles) 8:44 (Finished 26th overall and 6th lady)

Leaving Beinglas.  Pic Vicky Hart
Quick pick up of some Coke from Marco, which I was saving it for the last section and some Shot Bloks (I think he had about five this time) and off I went.  Feeling dynamite.  Maybe the short burst of excitement was a bit much, as half a mile later I was practically swaying.  I felt like the life had been sucked out of me and every incline felt like a mountain.  Nicola passed me again.  I think the sight of me was the kick up the ass she needed. 

I vowed not to do my usual and refuse to eat in the latter stages and forced myself to take on fuel.  After what is affectionately known as Coo Poo Alley – trust me, that’s not mud - I was starting to feel better and picked it up again. 

I spotted GB trail team runner, Bonnie on the climb above Crianlarich.  In turn, I think the sight of Bonnie was the kick up the ass I needed.  I was hands-on-quads marching up the hill at that point, but even in the distance I knew she was hitting the same low I had just wriggled my way out of.

I passed her and then another two runners, and felt a big surge of energy.  Even with only a few miles to go, I wasn’t willing the race to end.  I was just content to be there.  Last bottle change from Marco and I only had three miles to go.  It was only then that Marco told me I was 6th lady.  He was trying to push me to catch Nicola, but she was end of sight having run a storming last section.

The Gibbering Midget had come out for a run and was cheering as I passed through Auchtertyre Farm.  It must have been a momentous occasion as she took a photo.   I don’t recall her ever taking a photo before.

Heading into Tyndrum the bagpipers welcome every runner though.  I’m not usually a fan of bagpipes, but for one day every April it’s the best sound in the world.    And just one of the many little touches that make the race so magical

Dropped by Cairn. Pic Graeme Hewitson
I turned the corner into the final straight on the red carpet.  Cairn was waiting at the side lines, poised, ready to run in with me.  It was a beautiful and heart tugging movement …then the little buggar dropped me like a hot tattie.  Consani by name, Consani by nature.

I finished in 8:44 in 26th position overall and 6th female.  A few minutes slower than I wanted, but let’s not split hairs.  If I was told on Friday night, I would run that I would have taken it in a heartbeat.  I also took silver in the Scottish champs and was first V40, with a new masters’ record.  Hey, I’m shameless, I’ll take anything. 

Some of the performances on the day were … wow. I have no words.  Beth Pascall smashed the ladies record, which has stood unchallenged since 2008.  Beth is like the Scrappy Doo of ultra-running.  Along with Jasmin Paris, they are going to raise the bar for British female runners.  And the guys should be seriously worried.  Donnie Campbell also broke the men’s record to finish in 6:51.  Maybe he was a shock winner, but probably not to him.  Known to his coaching clients as The Wolf, he is one fiercely determined guy. 

The old burds.  Pic Graeme Hewitson
The top 11 women finished in under 9 hours, in times that would have won the race in previous years.  I think the adrenaline and excitement of the race filtered down through the field, as there were so many great results and PBs.

It’s always been a great race, but since John Duncan (commonly known as Johnny Fling) took over as RD he has improved the race experience and carnival-like entertainment factor ten-fold. Where else could you sprint finish on a red carpet, through a line of international flags and high-fives, at the foot of the some of the most breathtakingly beautiful mountains in the world? 

So, for now, The Fling has been flung.  See you on the other side next year …. Ding ding.

Men’s podium 
Donnie Campbell: 6:51:06
Damian Hall: 6:58:13
Kim Collison: 7:00:34

Ladies’ podium
Beth pascall: 7:52:55
Sally Fawcett: 8:14:12
Sophie Grant: 8:15:02

Scottish National Trail Championship 2016 medals were awarded to…
Eoin Lennon, Donald McParlin and John Connolly
Nicola Adam-Henry, Debbie Martin-Consani and Morgan Windram-Geddes

Thanks to the best crew ever! xx Pics Ross Lawrie

Monday, 11 April 2016

Trail show review: Inov-8 Terraclaw 250, La Sportiva Helios 2.0 and Salomon S-lab Sense 5 Ultra

Firstly, I should point out that I didn’t get these for free and nobody asked me to review them, so I don’t feel under any obligation to say nice things.  So, views are my own.    After much trial and error, these three will be my off road shoes for 2016.   The choice will depend on terrain and required pace.    And sometimes which ones are the cleanest or match my outfit.

Secondly, I prefer lightweight shoes.  Thankfully (touch wood) I’m not prone to injury.   But don’t think I’m lucky, because my unscheduled “rest” days are usually caused my unscheduled stunts. Plus, I’m a forefoot striker and have a high cadence, so cushioning and support seems unnecessary and cumbersome to me.

Thirdly, I like space.   I’m a UK size 4 in my dancing shoes, but I like extra room in my running shoes for comfort.  Plus, my feet tend to swell, blister and my toenails have been known to pop off during races.  Having a little bit extra saves my toenails getting bruised, especially on descents. 

Fit: I’ve got size UK5.  Usually I go for 5.5 in trail shoes, but I’d could even go for 4.5 these. There’s loads of room.
Price: £120
Pros: Wide toe box.  Great for soft ground.
Cons: Struggling to find any yet.
Verdict: Great all-rounder.  Reasonably priced and readily available.
For the technical stuff, click here

If I were to only buy/own one pair of trail shoes, these would be the ones.  Although if I only owned one pair of trail shoes, it probably meant that my house had burned down. 

I’ve flitted in and out of Inov-8 shoes since I bought my first Roclites back in 2008.  They are are reliable and trustworthy brand and probably worn by half the field in any UK trail or hill race.  Like most running brands, their products have come on leaps and bounds over the past few years. 

The Terraclaws provide fantastic traction in most conditions, but come into their own when it’s wet and muddy.  After wearing Salomon S-lab Sense – which are useless on soft ground - for six months prior to getting the Terraclaws, it took me a few runs to have confidence in the grip, but once I ‘let go’ I could feel the difference.    

The toe cap is also double layered to offer better protection, lugs are positioned wide enough so they don’t clog and the tongue is stitched at an angle so it doesn’t slide. 

I’ve worn these on the road on the run up my local hills and haven’t noticed I’m wearing trail shoes, so that’s a good sign.  

They’re perfect for the UK hills in the winter and stomping about on my favourite Kilpartick, Pentland and Lake District hills.  And I would wear them in an ultra-distance race if I were expecting sloppy conditions.    

Marco wore them on the Lakeland 100 (it's been hot and dry that past few years) and swears by them, but they wouldn’t be my first choice for hard packed or dry trail. Mind you, in the latter stages when my feet are feeling a bit fat, I might just swap into them.  I’ll be packing them just in case. 

Fit: Sizes come up small.
Price: $125
Pros:  Very comfortable.  Lacing system is great. 
Cons: Not available in the UK. Sizing, especially as you’re likely to order online.  The soft heel feels great once the shoes are on.  It’s a bit tricky to
get them on because the heel keeps collapsing.
Verdict: Lightweight, flexible, responsive
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I’ve had a pair of the original Helios for a while, but they’re a little too neat for me.  See aforementioned comment about space.  They’re OK for about 5/6 miles, but then my toes start to hurt.  I have, however, worn them on few runs in the Kilpatrick Hills and they are kick-ass on wet grass.

Some of my Centurion Running team mates are big fans of the Helios, so when I heard there was an updated version out, I was keen to try them out.  Nothing to do with pretty colour, honest.  OK, little bit about the pretty colour.  Unfortunately, they are not available in the UK (yet?), so I had to order them from Germany.

I’m glad I did as the Helios 2.0 are considerably better.  Light, soft and super flexible…they are like slippers.  They’re great on grass and mud, but cushioned and springy on tarmac.  I would even wear them as road shoes.  

It’s worth noting that Centurion RD James Elson wore a pair of Helios SR when he ran a GB team qualifying distance of 242km at the Athens 24 hour.  Although they wouldn’t be my first choice shoe for a road ultra … wearing the new Helios 2.0 wouldn’t be the wackiest idea.

One concern I have is that I can feel the rocks and stones when I wear them.  I wouldn’t change that though, as the benefit of wearing them on trails and soft ground outweighs any negatives. I just probably wouldn’t wear them on rocky course like the Lakeland 100.  Could get away with it on a Lakeland 50, but that’s a personal choice. Anything over 50 miles and the rocks would play havoc with my feet.   They’d be perfect on trails like the Thames Path, South Downs and Ridgeway though. 

Again, the sizing is an issue.  Even though I went a half size up on the ones I have, I could have done with another half size.  That’s two sizes up on my dress shoes.  It was too much of a pain in ass to send them back to Germany, so they’ll do.   That does, however, mean I probably won’t do any ultra races in them.

Fit: Slim.  Standard.  I have 5.5 and there’s plenty of room.  Possibly too much space for
training, but ideal for ultra-race fat feet.
Price: £145
Pros: Fighting talk
Cons: The price tag is eye watering.  Same colour, again.
Verdict: Unless it’s really muddy, these will remain my racing shoes. 

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Ah the ruby slippers.  The Rolls Royce of trail running shoes.  I’ve been in love with the shoes since I bought my first Sense Ultra 4 last summer. 

At first (online) glance, I failed to see any difference in the 4 and 5.  To be honest, the only reason I bought the updated version was because my 4s have served their time after maxing out at 600 miles.  They were sent to Salomon heaven after a heavy duty weekend on the South Downs Way.

They are my race face shoes.  At the risk of sounding like a complete t*t, they make me feel nimble and fast.  I appreciate that’s on my head, but there are definitely mental benefits in the magic shoes. 

There’s enough protection and cushioning for me, and I never have feet issues when I wear them.  That’s rare for me, as my feet will always be my weakest link.  With the Sensifit, Endofit and Quicklace system, my feet feel 100% secure with zero movement - uphill and downhill.

Changes are quite minimal on the S-Lab Sense 5, just some fine tuning.  The upper material is lighter and there’s slight modification to the tread design.  Both contributing factors to making it the lightest Sense shoe to date.  The lightweight upper mesh keeps out debris and the contragrip outsole seems to provide more grip on rocks.

I sometimes give the shoe a hard time when I end up on my backside on slippy terrain, which is a bit ridiculous as they’re just not made for soft ground.  They perform best on dry trails.  It’s like running in spikes on the road and complaining about the discomfort.

Quick summary...

Inov8 Terraclaw 250
La Sportiva Helios 2.0
Salomon S-Lab Sense Ultra 5
Wide toe box
Slim. Standard
16mm and 8mm
19mm and 15mm
18mm and 14mm
Benefits (or just marketing spiel) 
Dual-C sticky rubber outsole

Multi-directional lug pattern, which allows for quite debris release.

Double layered toe cap
Welded overlay that wraps forefoot

Welded sewn tongue, to restrict sliding
HyDrain Mesh for maximum breathability and fast drainage

Fast lacing system for easy on and off

Integral gusseted tongue and new heel cup design for comfort.

MorphoDynamic mouded sole and cushioned platform
Lightweight materials and welded construction make this the lightest Sense shoe yet.  

Quick drying breathable mesh

Quicklace and pocket

Endofit and Sensifit for precise foothold in varying terrain.

Molded EVA and Contagrip