Well here is my race report from Saturday's Pumlumon Challenge. The original sub-title was "Dealing with Disappointment" however, by the time I finished writing this rather lengthy race report, the disappointment had been resolved, so I have come back to the top and given the post a more appropriate sub-title.
As I planned my racing calendar for 2010 at the end of last year, there were two key focuses. Number one, was the Lakeland 100, and that race went pretty well back in July. The second key focus for the year was the UK Ultra-Running Championship Series which involves earning points over four races, based on your finish time in relation to the winner's time, with the winner receiving 1000 points. As I highlighted in last week's post Pumlumon Challenge Excitement - A Strong Field, based on the points of runner's best three races, I was in joint first place with Jon Morgan, with 2985 points. The Pumlumon Challenge was to be the Championship 'show down', the decider of the series!
The morning of the race I only had a short drive as I was staying with friends who lived reasonably close. At the race registration we received: an A3 sized map with the route clearly shown by a red dashed line and the seven checkpoints that we had to visit as we ran around the circular course of approximately 26 miles, some final additional instructions regarding the race route, and a free meal voucher for after we complete the challenge. I read the instructions, took a quick look at the map, but folded both up and put them away into the top of my camelbak as I knew the route reasonably well. Four weeks earlier I had travelled all the way up from East Sussex and ran in the rain for seven hours to ensure I knew where the route went. In addition I had spent some time inspecting my GPS trace on Google Earth identifying where I had gone astray on my recce run. I was all set for what promised to be a very competitive race.
There was a really good atmosphere around the start area which was located at the Nant yr Arian Forestry Centre. I got a nice shock when one of my ex-students from ten years ago, Stewart Bellamy, re-introduced himself, as although I easily remembered his face, I couldn't recall his name! I then met in person various runners who I had either read about, or had read their blog, including Mark Hartnell, Martin Beale and Nick Ham. Shortly before the start, just to reassure myself regarding the rules of the race, I checked with Wynne Jones the Race Director to confirm that we had to follow the route indicated on the map. However he replied by saying that runners should follow the route, but as long as they visited the seven checkpoints and didn't climb over any fences (apart from the two fences at 14-15 miles) then that would be allowed.
If you have read a number of my previous posts you will be well aware that I place a large emphasis on positivity, and the importance of remaining positive throughout the race. A little bit of doubt rises due to my now apparent poor preparation. When I ran my recce run I focused on the race route, not checking out possible alternative routes that may be quicker. This bit of news regarding the race rules confirm that my previous planned intention, of not to run off too fast at the start and to run with other runners in case they know a less boggy route, is the best option for today.
I guess there must have been around fifty runners lined up ready to start in dry conditions, following the torrential rain of the day before and what seemed to continue throughout the night. There was a strong wind and threatening of showers, but it looked as though visibility would be okay. Wynne casually says Go, and we are off, and as expected, Jon Morgan and myself move immediately to the front. (Adam Perry the other runner entered who had also won two races in this years series was not on the start line as he has apparently cracked a rib.) The pace is quite quick, but comfortable, as Jon and I, closely followed by Ben Abdelnoor move away from the field. I am a bit surprised at how quickly we drop the field as it didn't feel that fast. Then as we approach the trees at the end of the lake, I see why there is no one immediately behind us, somehow there are around ten runners in front of us!!! Jon and I go from leading the race to being around 50 metres behind! We both quickly move through the field to regain the lead as we attack the first muddy climb. Then as we enter the forest at the top of the first short climb, again one or two runners get in front of us, as they manage to cut a few metres off by going down a steepish bank. A nice descent on a gravel road follows as we run through the forest and Jon, Ben and myself leave the rest behind, this time for good!
We then hit the next climb, a bit steeper, but not that long as we head up to the summit of Dinas. I am working hard at the front on the steep section, but then as the hill levels off a bit, first Jon and then Ben run past me. I try to stay with them , but decide that upping my intensity takes me too much into the uncomfortable zone. Although the race is only 26 miles, nothing like the 104 miles of the Lakeland 100, and therefore one is able to run at a much higher intensity, it is still going to be a duration of around 4 hours, so I decide to ease off. Although my motto is "Run as fast as you can while you can", this mainly applies to longer distance ultra races. Today's race is pretty well only a marathon, so one doesn't really automatically slow down as the race progresses, so running a more constant pace tends to be my strategy during trail marathons. The heart rate trace later shows I reached 179 bpm going up the hill, not far from my max of 187bpm, so letting Jon and Ben move ahead was the sensible decision.
Those who have read some of my other posts, are probably thinking that my inability to stay with them is due to my "Train Easy" approach to physical training, and yes you are partly right. My training during the year had been for my key focus race, the Lakeland 100. The limitation to performance in that race was totally different to what was going to limit performance in today's short race. The shorter the race, the greater the emphasis on the physiology, and the lesser the emphasis on the positivity of the mind, the wisdom, the experience. With my age being now well into my forties, it isn't difficult to detect where my strengths are going to lie, hence my focus on the longer Ultra events. So the Pumlumon Challenge was always going to be a challenge for me, but one thing that does develop with age is the experience of racing, and knowing not to panic because alot can happen in four hours!
Jon and Ben gradually pull away, but then as we start climbing the big climb of the day up towards Pumlumon Fawr at 752 metres, I get close to them again, in distance but not in time, as we have to walk up due to the steepness. As we first near the crest of the smaller summit at 654 metres the mist comes in and they are now out of sight. I reach the summit of Pumlumon, visibility is minimal, there is a strong wind, beginning to try to rain, and I find two or three marshalls sheltering within the cairns at checkpoint three. I thank them for the water as I consume a gel, decline their offer of waffle biscuits and head off thinking how amazing it is that marshalls would volunteer themselves to be battered by the wind and rain at the top of an isolated hill in the middle of nowhere! Heading east and losing some height the mist clears allowing me to see the red and black tops of Jon and Ben as they run together, dropping down towards the weather station. I can see them probably now around two minutes ahead, as they head into the forest, which follows another gravel road before the route joins the Severn Way up to the source of the River Severn. I am a little bit concerned that they have put such a gap on me by mile 11, indicated by my GPS watch, but I feel as though I am running strong, and try to remain focused on what I am doing, rather than what they are doing.
The next section of the course is really great. It somehow feels kind of special as I run along the Severn Way, over large flagstones, next to a small stream to the very start of the River Severn as the mist by now has fully lifted. I am working hard running up to the source of the Severn. I am enjoying the puffing and blowing of the higher than usual intensity, enjoying the surrounding environment. Then as I am probably around halfway down the hill towards the Hengwm Valley I can see Jon and Ben crossing the river distantly below, probably around three minutes ahead, but hard to accurately gauge, but further than before. Seeing them ahead distracts me, as I am starting to begin to pay too much attention of their whereabouts.
The run along the valley goes well as my recce run pays off, as I am able to find quite good footing along some reasonably worn trods. It doesn't seem long before I am making a small descent down to the new footbridge over Afon Llechweld Mawr. As I make my way up the steep climb to the top of Drisgol, I start to get close again to Jon and Ben, who are still running together, although pretty well every time I have seen them it is the red shirt of Jon leading, with the black shirt of Ben around 10 metres behind. They now don't seem so far ahead which is pleasing, but I attribute most of this to the steepness of the climb, and having to walk again. They are probably still around 3- 4 minutes ahead!
My descent off Drisgol goes reasonable well, although looking at the GPS trace on Garmin Connect my route down shows a few distinctive kinks, not really the straightest of lines down to the reservoir. After crossing the top edge of the reservoir I climb up to the easy to follow four wheel drive track and decide that if I am going to try and pull Jon and Ben in, I better do it now as my GPS watch is showing nearly 19 miles, so only a little over 7 miles to go! I pick up the pace, with the GPS later showing a 7:13 mile which isn't too slow considering the extremely wet underfoot conditions, and a gate or two to stop at. As I approach the north eastern point of the reservoir, before turning left uphill to Radio Point 5 I can see the two of then together leaving the radio point on the other side of the reservoir, they are definitely closer in time now.
At the radio point I decide to change from taking on gels to my 'magic' chocolate covered coffee beans. Although I lose a bit of time stopping to drink water to wash down the coffee beans, I am all hyped up ready to chase down Jon and Ben. My next mile along the rough rocky four wheel drive track, complete with ankle to knee deep puddles is covered in 6 minutes 57 seconds. Jon and Ben are now on the same stretch of semi flat road as me as we head to Radio Point 6 where we have to turn left off the road, back to the boggy tussock, as we have to run around the east of the hill Disgwylfa Fawr to the final checkpoint. I have managed to pull Jon and Ben back to within probably around no more than one and a half minutes.
As we leave the road heading east towards the north side of Disgwylfa Fawr, Jon and Ben are on a higher up track than me, but it appears that the two tracks will soon converge as we have to skirt around the east of the hill, without climbing unnecessary height to reach the last checkpoint. I lose sight of Jon and Ben but expect to see then shortly at the bottom of the north side of the hill. After a minute or two without them appearing I realise that they must be taking a different route around the hill. I recall the reply Wynne the race director gave me just prior to the start of the race. "As long as you go to all checkpoints without crossing over a fence you won't be disqualified". I think should I stop, turn around and try to follow the path they are going? How do I know if there is a fence needing to be crossed or not? The map which I haven't needed during the race is in my back pack, should I stop to get it out? Is it actually detailed enough to clearly show the fences? I have seconds to make the decision, but really by then it was too late, as I had already started to skirt around the north side of the hill. I had recce this part of the course, so I decide to stick to the route marked on the map.
Although the route skirts around the east side of the hill it still actually climbs quite a bit, gaining quite some height, so the pace is slow, before losing what seems loads of height to drop down to the checkpoint. As I start dropping down and have a clear view all around me and a wee bit ahead of the checkpoint I am surprised that Jon and Ben are nowhere to be seen. I can't understand where they could of got to, as the last time I had seen them on the other side of the hill there wasn't that much distance between us. The image below shows the section of the route map where the route passes around the east of Disgwylfa Fawr.
It is then as I run around the smaller hill after the checkpoint P7, that way off in the distance, climbing the last climb before the short descent down to the finish, I see them. They are absolutely 'miles' ahead! I cannot believe that they could be that far ahead. I think that maybe they have missed the last checkpoint, but knowing that this was highly unlikely, as this would lead to disqualification. As the points for the UK Ultra-Running Championships are based on my finish time in relation to the winner's time, I continue to run hard, but I find the positivity that I had had prior to then, was no longer present! I am not a happy runner as I run the last two miles or so to the finish line.
I cross the line in 3rd place and see that I am around six minutes behind Jon and Ben who finished together in a race record time of 3 hours and 56 minutes. I aggressively challenge Jon and Ben asking them if they visited the last check point. They confirm that they did and that they got there taking the west side around Disgwylfa Fawr as they could see that the direction they were heading in around towards the east side was bringing them closer to me. Wynne senses the slight tension in the air and comes over and confirms that as long as all checkpoint were visited then all is fine. At that precise moment in time, to me all was not fine, I know instantly that finishing six minutes behind Jon means that I have now lost too many points, so no matter what happens in the remaining two series races I cannot exceed Jon's points tally of 3985 points.
As I head off to my car to get my clothes and to have a shower, I find myself feeling really angry. Firstly, and mostly, I am angry with myself for not following Jon and Ben around the west side of the hill. If I had simply followed their exact path I wouldn't have lost six minutes, which equates to around 25 points. But I am also angry with Jon and Ben for deliberately not following the route to take a short cut, (which when looking at the contours on the map afterwards, not only is it a shorter distance, but it actually climbs 50 metres less in height), and thirdly at that moment in time I am angry with the race organisers for the confusion over whether the Pulmulon Challenge consists of a defined race route or consists only of checkpoints that require visiting.
I am writing this race report, now a few days after the event, but I am trying to reflect my actual emotions at the time. Looking at what I have written, it amazes me just how negative I was, during the last part of the race, and then to quite an extreme immediately upon finishing. I like to consider myself as a positive person, one that gives off positive energy, not the opposite. Sensibly, following my shower, I decided to sit on my own briefly within the cafe, to get things into perspective, and to get back to my usual positive self.
Yes, the UK Ultra Running Championship had been decided, and had been won by Jon Morgan (with the only possible exception being Adam Perry winning the final two races, although with him apparently suffering from a cracked rib, this doesn't seem likely). But I then begin to think deep down, what do I run for? Why do I enjoy ultra-trail running so much? It isn't the winning, that is not the major aspect. It is the personal challenges I set myself, of running hard and fast, to my best ability on the day. Did I do that during the Pumlumon Challenge? Yes, I felt I ran strong, and ran well, at a pretty high intensity most of the way, considering the difficult terrain, which made it hard at times to keep the intensity consistently high.
I run for the enjoyment of being outdoors, the freshness, the scenery, the climbs, the descents. Did I experience that during the Pumlumon Challenge? Yes, the route was fantastic, a real challenge with some great climbs, descents, and tremendous scenery at times as the mist disappeared. But I also run to be part of the Ultra-Running community. To enjoy the positivity and friendship of the other ultra runners, the marshalls and organisers, who generate and transmit loads of positive energy. Are these people here today at the Pumlumon Challenge? Yes they are? I consider, at this precise moment in time, am I here today with this positive energy? Upon this reflection I realise I haven't been, not for the last 30 - 40 minutes!
I get up from the table, with renewed energy. There is still some disappointment at no longer being able to win the series, but this disappointment is now in perspective, with winning not being the major motive for why I run. I leave the cafe and join the other ultra runners, as we chat and share experiences of the race over the very welcome free cake, pasty and coffee provided by the race organisers, on the outside decking, watching the Red Kites above, as the sun makes a welcome appearance. I learn that Kate Bailey has won the womens race, in a time of around 4 hours and 26 minutes, smashing the womens course record, beating the current series womens leader Nicky Spink into second place by around 30 minutes. There is good banter amongst the runners as it is proposed, not sure by who, maybe by me, that all points for the race should be void, as Martin Beale's GPS watch has recorded the course as being less than 26 miles, so technically not qualifying as an Ultra race, so therefore can't be part of the series! (Although my GPS watch did indicate a distance of 26.34 miles.)
Well, writing this rather lengthy race report has helped me with my reflecting on the Pumlumon Challenge. Within my quick update on the afternoon of the race I referred to there being "a little bit of controversy over what were the race rules, what was the actual course, what was the moral thing, the correct thing to do within the spirit of Ultra running". As we chatted following the race, it became apparent that I was not the only runner surprised by the late ruling regarding there being no need to follow the marked route. This seemed rather strange when the Additional Instructions given out on the morning of the race, together with the route map clearly stated "head east around Disgwylfa Fawr". So yes there was controversy, it was interesting discussion amongst the runners gathered. Were Jon and Ben running within the rules of the race? Yes, as confirmed by Wynne, the race director they were. Was it the moral thing to do, within the spirit of Ultra running, i.e. deliberately not taking the intended race route in order to gain a clear advantage over another competitor? Now that question does not have such a clear cut answer!
To summarise, the Pumlumon Challenge was a great race, over a very demanding course considering it was only just under or just over 26 miles. The performances of the three winners Jon Morgan, Ben Abdelnoor, and Kate Bailey, all breaking the course records were outstanding. I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate Jon for his excellent run on Saturday, which looks like will pretty well result in him winning the UK Ultra Running Championship, as due to my rather negative state of mind immediately upon finishing the race I did not congratulate him, and by the time I had returned to my usual positive self, following my shower and self reflection, he unfortunately had had to leave.
I will sign off with one thing I have been reminded of from the Pumlumon Challenge last Saturday. "That it is the actual 'journey' during the race, shared with the other participants, which is most important. Although winning or finishing high up in the field is pleasing, the actual 'destination', i.e. the finish place, must be kept in perspective and should not dominate one's enjoyment and satisfaction gained from the overall occasion." Stuart Mills, 2010.
May you all enjoy the 'journey' of ultra trail running,