A cheeky 10 miler in the Peak District!

So at the crack of dawn on Sunday 22nd October Rob and myself met up at 6.30am to head off to Calver in the Peak district to run a 10 mile trail race.  Now when I say race, that's because Rob's doing it and he will be up there with the other racing snakes, whilst the likes of me are there to make the rest look good!!!  Anyway the plan was to get there about 8ish leaving us with enough time to register and get to the actual start line. We made good time to Calver arriving just after 8 and immediately got ushered into the village hall carpark and given a spot, this was amazing, as I thought we'd be 10 minutes driving round playing eye spy to get a parking spot but it turns out no one wanted to park at  the VH so easy peasy! With the normal pre-race efforts going on with kit and trying to get some fuel into the system while hydrating the whole time we managed to say hello to fellow runners and get ourselves organised.  It was pretty blowy, with rain looming but holding off at this point but I wasn't optimistic about the rest of the morning it looked like it could really come in.  Off we went and registered, sorting names and numbers and receiving our dibbers, safety pins and maps.  We had to get a move on as our time slot was 8.30 and we were rapidly running out of time.  Not sure where we were going we followed others that looked like they were also on the way to the start which I knew was up a steep hill at some point.  After a while and a funny feeling I was getting that we weren't going to the start, I asked the chap in front if he was heading the same way, he wasn't!!! He did send us the right way thought and his brought us to the steep hill and start line.  After a few brief words and dibbing in, we were off!! The beginning basically was uphill for a long a time, in fact it felt like forever aaarrrggghhhh!!!!  I was blowing like Ivor the Engine after only a few minutes, but I was determined to push on and make a decent attempt at it since it was literally the beginning.  Whilst I was huffing and puffing up the first ascent Rob was off like Usain Bolt and took another guy with him on the journey, I just said 'see you at the end mate!' ha ha!

Well the marshall at the start didn't let us down, he'd actually been brutally honest.  From the off it was uphill, which I had a go at for a bit but then needed to power walk a bit before another short run.  This continued for about 3.5 miles, at the middle point of the race there was a noticeable difference almost immediately.  Suddenly the wind was behind us and there was considerably more downhill sections that made it fun and a much quicker run.  We ended up down by the river which was quite nice once we'd descended a huge grass bank that seemed to just go on forever.  Now it was as good as flat and a nice trot through the woods and along the river bank.   Then suddenly I could see flags that had finish printed on them, this was a bit odd at the time as we were no where near the village hall we registered at.  Surprisingly though it was, and I wasn't really sure what was going ha ha!  I was wondering around like a lost sheep, until I followed some other lost sheep and we headed along the roadside following some signs that took us back to registration.  I was expecting Rob to either be huddled in the corner freezing since he'd probably been there for at least 30-40 minutes or to have packed up and gone because he couldn't be bothered to wait for me lol!  He was there eating and drinking and looking like he'd barely done anything where as I looked like I'd done a marathon in a typhoon!

Off we went, home bound!  Job done, it was great to just get out and do a run especially nice to do a different route and experience something new.

Whats next?

Roseberry Topping half marathon :)