This weekend it was the Ben Nevis Fell Race.
A quick whizz up and down the highest mountain in Britain.
Although not high in global terms at 4406 feet it’s quite a lump and as the weather is ‘unpredictable’ at best it’s not a race to be taken lightly.
This was my 5th Ben race so I’m getting used to it now and know what to expect but those folk tackling it for the first time - including my two mates Andy Jebb and Steve Firth - couldn’t have chosen a worse year.
Whilst the rest of the country had reasonably fine weather last weekend there was a huge rain cloud pinned firmly over Fort William and it had great fun in spewing its contents all over us from the minute we arrived to the minute we left.
The inclement weather did nothing to deter the hardy fell running community and 470 runners marched behind the pipe band to the start line on Claggan Park where, at 1pm on Saturday, a hooter sent us on our way to do battle with Ben.
The start is very fast as it’s a run along a relatively flat tarmac road to the foot of the hill but once through the gate at the road end it’s all up hill for the next 4 miles!!
After a bad start I got into position on the road using other runners as markers to set my pace and once on the track just settled into my own rhythm making sure I didn’t overcook it on the climb. To me the Ben is a real race of two halves - it sounds obvious but to get a good time you need to have a good climb and a good descent - over doing the climb can kill your descent and a poor climb time is almost impossible to catch back up on the way back down.
As we neared the summit my team mate Rob Jebb came out of the mist looking strong and fast and it was some time before his nearest rival appeared so it was looking good for a Bingley win.
The weather got progressively worse and by the top it was very cold and windy - I thanked the marshals (who are true heros in these conditions), gave them my numbered tag and turned to make my descent.
I had a couple of other team mates just ahead to keep me focussed and I had to stop myself from going too quick at the top where it would be very easy to fall ending any chance of a good time.
The conditions on the grassy slope that leads down to the Red Burn were the worst I’d seen and my pal Ian Goodyear who this year ran his 21st Ben race also said he’d never seen the mountain quite as wet as it was on Saturday.
My descent was steady rather than spectacular but I felt good all the way down and as I neared the road for the last mile of tarmac I caught my mate and fellow Bingley Harrier Paul Mitchell. I felt a little guilty as I passed him as this is the third race this year where I’ve pipped him in the closing stages.
I toughed it out on the road (a bit I never like) and trotted round the swampy field to cross the line in 1 hour 54 mins. This was 2 minutes slower than last year but I don’t think it was too bad considering the conditions.
Overall I was pleased with my result finishing 48th out of 464 finishers and with Rob going on to win the race for Bingley in a great time of 1 hour 32 minutes and another 3 Bingley runners in the top 50 it wasn’t a bad day for the lads from Yorkshire…..
At the presentation evening two Harriers, Ian Goodyear and Mick Ford, collected their awards for completing 21 races (Mick has now done 21 consecutively which I think is a stunning achievement), Rob took top honours and my room mate James won the trophy given every year to the person finishing in 100th position - he wasn’t too pleased about this as it’s his worst ever result but we reckon he’d done a cheeky bit of maths on the way round to ensure he came home with some silverware.
I must also give an honourable mention to my buddy Steve Firth who completed the Ben for the first time. Steve’s not been running all that long and only got an entry quite late in the year. This was a big step up from anything he’d done before but he did a fantastic time and I’m sure he’ll be back again next year to set a new PB - well done matey!!
Post race celebrations went on well in to the wee hours and there was some fantastic war of the roses style Yorkshire v Lancashire beer fueled banter between the lads from Clayton-Le-Moors Harriers and the Bingley boys.
A greasy breakfast and a long drive home recounting tales from the weekend finished off another memorable Ben weekend.
Next up it’s the 3 Peaks Cyclo Cross - better go and dig my bike out again….