Monday 12 June 2017

Back 2 The Trenches OCR race review

The obligatory awkward running shot

Yesterday, after a break in which I was exploring various other hobbies including climbing, caving and studying my arse off for exams, I took up the OCR mantle once again! The lucky pick was the 'Back 2 The Trenches' race which, despite its dubious use of numbers in the place of perfectly good words, seemed affordable, exciting and well organised. So I took the plunge and booked!

One of the other main reasons I was interested in this race was that it was marketed at the 'softer' end of the obstacle course race, i.e. less twenty foot jumps and buckets of ice, and more mud pits and woodland hills! There is of course a place for all levels of OCRing in the market, and I personally like different levels at different times. Today was a fun day!

When I arrived there, straight away the parking was very organised, with at least three marshals immediately giving instructions to all the cars. The event village itself was really small and a very nice atmosphere. Everyone was happy to chat to others, and as always with these events there were dogs and children aplenty milling about. The food stalls were limited to one burger stall and one standalone drinks cart. Despite the limited options there, I didn't really see any queues, probably because it was such a small event.

I was a little worried regarding my wave time as it seemed mixed up and I wasn't sure if I was running at 10am or 11am, but they let me go off at 10.40 anyway with no problem once I chatted to the organisers. The warm up was led by a slightly aging but game bloke in army uniform, and included enough dynamic movement that I was sweating and ready to go by the end of it! He also had the unenviable job of attempting to crowd control the runners into the race area, achieved by lining up about ten people at a time in a ditch and then releasing them once the previous wave had cleared the first obstacle.

Scaling the wall

Ahh yes, the obstacles. That's what you really came here for, isn't it? Well, there were about fifty six of them on the twelve kilometre course. These incorporated a nice variety. The mud and muddy water pits were prevalent, and a cool thing was that the marshals had no problem getting muddy helping up runners who were struggling or on the very slippery pits. There was also quite a big focus on object movement around the course, which is normally only relegated to one obstacle on many races. These included tyre carries, tyre drags (I always picked the heavier tyre because it made me pretty sad that they were automatically giving tiny 'girl-tyres' to women) and a sandbag carry.

There were multiple back slanted boards to cross, as well as the easier ladder types. A lot of these obstacles relied on teamwork between runners, and to this end I helped a few people and also got boosts on some of the taller boards that may have been tricky on my own. Thanks to the people that helped me with these! Later in the race there were rows of covered hay bales to cross, which I absolutely loved as you can sort of fling your body at them in abandon without worrying too much about injury. Also, plenty of tunnels, net and tarpaulin crawls and ducking in and around logs and tree roots featured! This is one of the good things about being quite a wee girl running amongst some beefier people. The obstacles designed to allow them to squeeeeeze through are a quick slip through for me!

I cannot even explain this picture 0.o

One of the most entertaining obstacles was the long hill slide. Basically, they put a long piece of smooth tarpaulin right down over the hill, cover it in water and washing up liquid and you slide down! When I first came up to this obstacle the queue was ridiculously long, I think just to some mismanagement (the person running it was waiting until once person was right down the hill before letting others go), but soon afterwards a new marshal began running it who got several people going down it one after another and the queue shortened significantly. I could see they had chosen the spot really well, and there was only smooth mud with no rocks (a problem I had encountered on one of these slides before), so I wasn't really frightened to slide. There was also a shorter slide into water a little while later. I really enjoyed the gymnast rings obstacle as well, and really surprised myself by getting across with no struggle or drop! The other obstacle of note was the slack line you had to cross, which I managed to do by hanging underneath it and monkeying across it. Honestly, so much of movement which is now natural to my body owes its origins to the awesome Parkour Generations who I trained with for a couple of years. Although I didn't continue to train with them due to cost and time constraints, they were the first group to actually teach me body movement, and a lot of it has stuck with me!

Getting a boost

In between obstacles, there was plenty of running to be had, through trails, hills, fields, woodland and in and around the event village. Enough so that I was having to intersperse optimistic hill sprinting with less ambitious walking sessions. At one point, I didn't realise a person behind me was using me as a pacer during a woodland section, and when I finally stopped he was like “awww, you had a good pace there”. Sorry!

My final dash to the finish line after just over two hours was triumphant as I bounced over the last hay bale and sprinted to the end, and finally got proof of my achievement – my medal!

So, although there were many good points about this race, there is a few points that I would mention. You need distance markers to help motivate runners, as well as making sure that marshals are clear as to the stage of their race the obstacle they're managing is in. I think the event village atmosphere would be enhanced by some music and commentating on runners as they finish. Like I mentioned, the management of the water slide obstacle could have been better, but this was modified even whilst I was there.

On the plus side, I thought there was almost no queuing on the rest of the course, water stops were well spaced, marshals were friendly and helpful and there was access to post race snacks immediately!

I would definitely run one of these races again, especially for a fun day combining mud, sun and sweat! And it looks like we only have three months to wait until the next one! Bring it on.


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Medal time at the finish line!




Monday 5 June 2017

My fears on my own social responsibility

It's impossible to ignore. The terrorist attacks, bold and unrepentant. The gang deaths. The day to day danger of inhabiting a city. Fighting, threats, a sense of danger that we can surely no longer gloss over.

We  should be looking out for each other, protecting our communities, sheltering the vulnerable. Even away from the extremes of recent events, suffering should not be a currency of abundance. I write these words with so much hope for what the bravery and resourcefulness of humanity can be. I see police, paramedics and others charged with the city's safety, and it's beyond amazing how selfless they are. 

Then I look at myself, and I fear that, though my soul be damned, I would (as would most) hastily step past. I would pray to be unmolested, unseen in the shadows, and allowed to continue my life without the same foul trauma I witnessed befalling me.

I would see the marks of abuse and I would move my eyes to another smooth patch of skin. I would hear the pitiful cries of a hound kept under the baking sun, with no water,  and I would make excuses for the beast's owner. I would watch a thief slip their hand into a purse like a silent snake, and I would freeze and stare and wonder what to do. I would see murder, mugging, rape and all things unconscionable, yet my arms would remain limp and my tongue still.

In the light, amongst the laughter of friends, I would boast of my bravery. As they would of theirs. And we would gift each other false echoes of our virtuosity, each understanding our true stance, but shying from voicing those truths in case a higher power discovers our wickedness. 

And whilst we relate falsehoods, those we claim to be willing to protect sink further into despair, unaware that anyone even noticed their plight at all.

All I can do is try to be better.

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