Today I took part in my first mountain trail run. It was called Run the Line. There was a 26K and a 13K option. I took part in the 13K option and ran with my Sister Ruth. I won’t do it justice by trying to describe the event. I’ll keep it brief. We started with a long climb, and managed to run uphill for almost 2K before we reached an extremely difficult and steep climb for almost 2K, it was hard going, surface was jagged, muddy and dangerous so care was taken to stay in single file and you could only go as fast as the person in front of you as a solid line of participants hiked their way as fast as possible to the top. At the top I looked back to see a line of people hiking up. At this stage we were up in cloud and it was very foggy and once again we were able to run across a trail which was a mix of mud, bog, marsh and rock. Then a steep downhill stretch where we were jumping across ditches, rocks, uneven ground, puddles, streams and more mud as we ran as carefully as we could. As we came down through the cloud we were awarded by an amazing view of Dublin City and the coastline beyond. When we got to the bottom of the valley it was time to climb again. We ran through forests, woodland and open mountain trails always awarded by the most beautiful scenery. The climbs were tough, proper difficult hiking terrain which was impossible to run. But we ran all but the steepest climbs. Ruth and I ran the last 3K almost all either flat or downhill which was a welcome relief and finished in 1 hour and 38 minutes. It’s was an incredible run and hiking mix. I’m proud that I could take part and finish my first mountain race and it won’t be the last. There was no medal at the finish line but a camping mug instead. The tag line was medals are for mugs.😀
The atmosphere at the event was amazing and it was extremely well organized by the Dublin/Wicklow Mountain Rescue Service. I’ll be back next year.