So we have come down to the final stages of this long training stint for this years Transalpine running event. We have had some good days, cold days, hot days, hard days and funny moments along the way. Our final stint on the hills was to be in the Peak District in Derbyshire.
It has been really nice throughout this training to get the chance to train and enjoy some great parts of the UK that I have never been to. I have been to quite a few countries on my travels yet never took the time to discover what my back yard has to offer. The sights and sounds we have all experienced since we started out have been brilliant..... so have the real ales as well!
For those that have never been to the Lake District, Snowdonia and Peak District.........I highly recommend that you do.
This Peak district trip gave us the opportunity to have a few more laughs along the way. Fortunately I wasn't the cause of all of them this time around. I graded them with a Gold, Silver or Bronze.
The Bronze award went to myself. I partially blame Dave for this as his fall made me laugh that much that it through off my balance for a little while after. That resulted in me once again catching a toe on the smallest of stones, sending me crashing to the floor (much to the amusement of JK running behind me).
The Silver went to Dave. He thought it adventurous to jump down a section of the trail, misjudged his landing foot and only just managed to prevent himself falling down the sheer hillside into the water below. As he is known by friends and family to resemble Gollum a bit these days and being a teacher of tai chi - he managed to perform the new 'flying Gollum' position. After his near doom, he mustered the phrase 'ooo that was lucky'
It wouldn't of been the first time he would've fallen 100ft down a cliff!
The Gold award. JK hadn't to this point actually properly fallen over once up until this point...boy did he save up a gooden!
We were coming towards the end of the first days trekking at around the post 7 hour mark, traversing quite a rocky stretch of the trail. Those that have run on this type of surface will testify that when you land on a rock that is unstable that if the next contact with the other foot lands on a stable surface then most often that not you won't come a cropper and stack it onto the floor!
I was so happy that I was running behind him when this happened as he has seen me fall over quite a lot.
So he is bounding about like bambi in a meadow until he hits the wobbly rock but then it happens!! he next step lands on another wobbly rock and SPLAT!!!!
Truth be told it was a heavy fall and looked like a nasty one. My first reaction was one of concern and checking he was ok.
He picked himself up and with a voice that was trying the hold in the multiple areas of pain he said 'argh...I've got a dead forearm'. He didn't know what to do with himself the poor lad. Once I knew he was alright second reaction was to laugh my head off at his misfortune hahaha - I don't know why it is, when your mates hurt themselves it is funny!
A few videos to show now.
Day 1.
best break we ever had.
Day2.
So there we are, we're at the end of the training.
Next Stop is southern Germany and the start of the 2012 Transalpine Run 1st September..........oh bollox! It's going to hurt ;-)
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