Piotr Dura went to Eyam in Derbyshire on Sunday which some of you may know as the Plague Village. Piotr say’s “In August 1665 People of Eyam isolated themselves when plague was discovered there and didn’t let the infection spread. I wanted to see the village and to run there in the Half Marathon. The course was a compilation of many hills and long sections down among forests and meadows. I highly recommend this course for runners and even also for lovers of history”.

Piotr’s time was 1 hour 48 mins 10 secs.

Lee Crossland took on The Brutal Windermere Marathon. This was Lee’s first and what a baptism it was. Cumbria’s understanding of ‘undulating’ is somewhat different to Newark’s. So, fuelled by bananas and porridge and spurred on by the local band Lee started on the ‘Lakeland undulating’ bit cheered on by wife and son and thousands of spectators. Then came the proper hills, or the mountain, Lee had never run up such a thing before. After more ‘undulating’ bits came another mountain to go up. People were walking, staggering, some trying to run were overtaken by faster walkers, there were cramps, strains, moans and tears. Lee persevered to finish full of aches and pains in a very respectable 4h26m09s.

Lee’s own report :-

Well, I made the conscious decision to drive the course the night before and afterwards couldn’t decide if it gave me a psychological edge, or had physiologically damaged me 🙂 I turned to my wife and said “They might as well just nickname this course, ‘The Hill ! ‘

So, my philosophy of what goes up, must come down, was now playing in my mind on overtime. 

Up bright and early to fuel on porridge and bananas, before making my way to the start of the race.

We were walked to the start by a local band, which got everyone in the mood. Bang, we’re off. First sight at the half mile point was seeing my wife and son holding a sign of encouragement up, which brought a smile to my face.

First 7 miles were undulating, but not too taxing but then boom, we were met by what can be described as a wall of road!!!

After that it was back to a steady but again, undulating 7 miles to about mile 15. Then, hello wall of road again. The next 3 miles was nothing but up hill, level out, uphill, level out and more uphill. I’ve never seen so many runners walking and by now, I realised why the course was called ‘Brutal’ as it was so relentless. Tragedy struck me at mile 16 when both thighs went into cramp spasms. A quick stretch then off again.

Another stretch at mile 18 but now both hamstrings wanted some spasm action !! This caused an issue because whatever part I stretched, the other spasmed !!! Plan B was now to nurture my body home, all plans for a 4hr finish gone.

When my groins joined the spasm dance party at mile 20, I just laughed (and swore) and soldiered on. I managed to cross the line in what can only be described as a ‘unique style’ of running, but managed to beat the 4hr 30min clock to finish in 4hr 26m

Great event, thoroughly recommend it (if you like hills). However, I’ve rewritten the philosophy of what goes up, must come down. To what goes up, keeps on going up !

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