Kinnerton-Llandegla MTB loop

Mountain Bike: Higher Kinnerton-Bwlchgwyn-Llandegla-Red MTB Trail-Cefn y Bedd-Higher Kinnerton
Distance/Climb: 70k (1000m)
A very early morning attempt to squeeze some hopelessly late training in for the imminent Tour of Flanders. I arranged to meet Rich at Llandegla but cycled there from home at first light in beautiful cold, crisp and pin-sharp conditions. The ice was melting as I got into the steady ascent from Cefn y Bedd to Bwlchgwyn. This kicks up steeply in places, and is far harder on the knobbly tired mountain bike. Still, I thought it would do me some good - surely quite similar to the short, sharp climbs of Flanders. I added an extra very steep climb: from Bwlchgwyn over to Gwynfryn, then extended the approach to Llandegla MTB centre. Met Rich, then enjoyed an excellent blast round the old favourite 19k Red Route. Punctured on the long climb, then found the outer reaches almost unrecognisable from my 30 or so previous visits: wind damage may have altered the route? Some superb flowing singletrack and exhilarating fast descents, and a very different lakeside route back to the Centre. Tried to push the climbs as much as possible for training purposes, but was a little tired after an early start from home with lots of climbing (not to mention yesterday's race). After a brief snack, I headed back down a different route - the bridleway to Bwlchgwyn. From here, a quick descent to Cefn y Bedd then home.

Deeside Border League

Race: Deeside 4.4m (Border League race 5)
Time/Position: 24.43 (16th from 233)
Consistently average again in this season's Border League: my third consecutive 16th place! This is a very short, but sharp circuit - which heads from the old college in Connah's Quay up the painfully steep Kelsterton Lane (which I cycled up earlier this month). This gives two sharp kicks, tough to keep the pace going after a predictably fast start. I did pick up a couple of places though, and one or two more on the steep and wet descent back to the athletics track at the college. Cold throughout, with hail and sleet showers. Moved up to third in category, but will miss Round 6 due to the Tour of Flanders.

Trimpell 20

Race: Trimpell 20 mile (Lancaster)
Time/Position: 2.09.02 (20th from 502)
I really wasn't looking forward to this, seeing it purely as 'something to be done' in preparation for London. However, in the event it proved a very enjoyable family day out, albeit remarkably expensive for what was essentially a traffic free romp along the River Lune. The day was windy, which was yet another reason to start off ultra cautiously, and I was very conscious of my usual lack of long road runs (ie none) so far this year. So I just aimed for 6:30 mile pace throughout. This felt very comfortable as we turned round in the badlands of Morecambe then had the wind at our backs for the very pleasant but very long leg along the Lune, looping through the edge of Lancaster and way out east to near Claughton. My caution was probably wise, as the return leg was a bit of a battle into a headwind, although the route stays quite sheltered for the most part. I was aiming for sub 2.10, and had a little cushion, but kept slowly plodding away until the final lap round the athletics track: genuinely surprised to feel comfortable throughout, and even more surprised to really enjoy the race. This was only the fourth or fifth measured 20 miler I've ever done, and the first flat one, so it unsurprisingly took 15 minutes off my PB.

Horseshoe 'four climbs' circuit

Road Cycling: HK-Penbarras-Shelf-Llandegla-Horseshoe-Llangollen-Trevor-Minera-HK
Distance: 80k
If I'm behind with the marathon training, I am even further behind when it comes to the cycling: the Tour of Flanders (Ronde) starts in less than a month! Virtually no time spent on the bike all winter, so I had to use at least part of this weekend for some quality time in the saddle. I left HK at 8am, enjoying the novelty of dry and quiet road. I headed up for the sharp climb through Gwernymynydd then up to Bwlch Penbarras in around 50 minutes. The sunshine gave way to cold and cloudy conditions in the Vale as I dropped down towards Ruthin to pick up the obscure lanes which lead to the Shelf. Only the second time I've done this, for me the most enjoyable road climb in NE Wales. Rutted surface, so good training for the cobbles of Flanders. Wonderfully quiet, superb riding up to the Clwydian ridge then down through Llandegla to start the climb to the top of the Horseshoe Pass. From here, more welcome sunshine for the easier riding through Llangollen to Trevor. Back via Rhos, Minera and Cefn y Bedd before enjoying an additional 10k with E in the warmth of low-altitude HK! Felt like this morning outing was of some value, but the Ronde is twice as far and twice as hard.

Clwydian run

Behind with the marathon training, as ever. Couldn't face 20 miles on the road, so Jez and I did an early evening quick paced blast from Cadole down the leat, through Cilcain, then the long climb along the tracks to Moel Arthur. Daylight and sunshine was a tremendous novelty, even if my hands froze. From here, an excellent blast back to meet the normal run from the Collie bang on time. My hands were so cold I struggled to eat my espresso chocolates, stowed in the car as a 'pick-me-up'. Slowed considerably for the subsequent climb up Moel Famau and back. Maybe 18 miles all told, so I'm still way behind in terms of London training, but at least the 3000ft+ of climbing puts me ahead of schedule for the summer's long fell races.

Birkenhead Border League

Race: Birkenhead Park 5.5m (Border League race 4)
Time/Position: 31.17 (16th from 247)
I quite like this four-lap circuit of the park, but there is something rather odd about it: my time has been virtually the same for the last three races held at this venue. Just one or two seconds difference each time. I started quite slowly today, and gradually picked it up over the last two laps (I can never remember how many laps are involved until it's too late). Jez went off really quickly, and I couldn't close the gap. We are in a tight battle for second with Richard from Wirral, who also went off quite quickly. I pulled it back so Jez, Richard and I were in a line on the last lap - but another runner then sprinted past in the last 50m! Still good and tight in our category after four races, a challenging and enjoyable BL season.

Buenos Aires run

Up at first light, ready for a day exploring one of the world’s great cities: an exciting prospect. I packed a light rucsac and jogged past the Obelisco, across the immense 12 + lane central highway , then down to the Plaza de Mayo, the centre of the city surrounded by grand buildings including the famous Casa Rosada. I jogged gently through the new dockside development of Puerto Madero and located the wetlands marking the entrance to the Costanera Sud nature reserve. It hadn’t opened yet, but I still got guira cuckoo, crested duck, water rail and others before stopping for an unhealthy yet enjoyable breakfast of Coke and ‘Milanesa’, breaded pork cutlet. After this, the reserve opened and I spent a very happy couple of hours jogging around, birding every inch of it, and enjoying the superb views of the city rising above the Pampas and the wetlands, palms, jacarandas and lilies. Birds were many, but highlights included glittering-bellied emerald and white-throated hummingbird. Good views of the River Plate further out on the reserve.

Patagonian Mountain Biking

MTB Route: Puerto Madryn-Punta Loma-Puerto Madryn
Distance/Area: 40k+, Chubut, Patagonia, Argentina
Having arrived in Puerto Madryn on the Patagonian coast this morning after a 20 hour bus ride from Buenos Aires (preceded by a 14 hour flight from Manchester via Amsterdam) I hired a bike from El Gualicho, keen to avoid ‘downtime’. I picked up a reasonable looking Raleigh mountain bike, and cycled down to the coast, and along it to pick up the dirt track to my planned destination – the sea lion colony at Punta Loma. This was 20k away, but I hadn’t realized that would all be on gravel and energy-sapping sand tracks, into a headwind and quite hilly over what were presumably giant ancient dune systems. My bike started slipping gears immediately and it turned into an unexpectedly adventurous and tiring outing – I looked on it as highly unconventional training for the Tour of Flanders. A headwind was distressing, and the road surface very hard going. I saw a dwarf armadillo (pichi), my first, disappearing into shrub, then stopped for photos of a superb dune system above the sea. Birdlife was scarce, but I did get Chilean swallow, black-chested buzzard and Patagonian mockingbird. After a sharp and tiring hill, a flat section led to Playa Parana and a shipwreck (Le Folies). Two more long uphill drags over Cerro Avanzado led to a spectacular section of coast and the entrance to Punta Loma. My nationality ‘Gales’ not questioned; just entered into the book with a respectful nod. Another 800m drag led to the viewpoint over the colony: a fantastic sight and a sensory overload. Deep blue skies, emerald green sea, crashing waves, hundreds of South American sea lions, adults and infants groaning, roaring, sleeping and swimming. Fantastic to see them in their natural state, not performing in a zoo. This was just days before the adult males go ‘foraging’  for food thousands of miles out into the South Atlantic, and the perfect time of year following the breeding season. Of equal interest to me was the colony of breeding rock cormorant, a specialist and geographically restricted species: giving superb close up views. Numerous kelp gulls completed the exhilarating scene. Puerto Madryn looked very distant indeed, my bike was malfunctioning and slipping gear, and a storm was gathering inland. It seemed best not to linger. I pulled my buff further over my head in an effort to protect myself from the fierce sun (it didn’t feel hot this close to the sea, but the air temperature was actually 30C+). The ride back was better initially, with more of a tailwind. But after cresting the final hill and reaching the numerous new builds on the far southern end of town, my rear gear mechanism sheared off completely – leaving the bike useless. I was at least 5k from home at this point, so walked with the bike to the Punta Cuevas (where the Mimosa migrants landed and sheltered in 1865: the visit to these bleak caves had the air of a pilgrimage for me) before heading back to the Welsh museum with a new one.

Wrexham half marathon

Race: Wrexham 'half marathon' (14m)
Time/Position: 1.23.16/1.18.59 (26th from 450) 
Another cock-up at the Wrexham half, bringing back memories of two years ago when a misplaced sign saw the first 40 runners go wrong at the 9m point. This time, the problems occurred immediately and can't really be blamed on a narrow-minded farmer. We went left after a few hundred metres, then the shouts went out and the entire field performed a giant angry U-Turn. We were then behind the tail-enders, all hopes of a PB gone. I spent the next mile trying to weave through hundreds of runners and get some clear road in front of me, but realised we'd all gone wrong again when I went through the first mile in 9 minutes! No idea who was to blame, possibly nobody, but it was all rather vexing as I had plans for sub 77m and had trained specifically for this. The rest of the race was a non-event: I just concentrated on keeping a decent 6 min/mile pace churning over. We ended up doing just short of 14 miles, and worked out half marathon time via other people's GPS results (just sub 1.19 in my case, so well off target anyway).

Famau storm run

Just the normal weekly route up Famau from the Collie, but this was particularly memorable and notable for its appalling conditions. Jez and I had already agreed to meet at 5pm, and I just crossed over the M6 Thelwall Viaduct en route from work before it closed due to the winds. By the time we crested the hill above the leat, we were into the teeth of the ferocious gale: falling debris and some trees already down. The leat itself was nicely sheltered, but it was a biblical struggle to gain the open hillside above the farm. This was actually the safest place to run in these circumstances, with no debris or trees. However, we were blown down and intermittently blasted backwards by the 85mph gusts. I wonder if we broke the world mile record on the descent with a tailwind? Airborne at times in the dark and howling night, with the wind cutting a swathe through the trees as if a tornado had ripped through. Chose a safe route back away from trees: a memorable run.

Llangollen run

A reprise of the 'strike day' run I'd done with Kate in December. We trotted up Moel y Faen in low cloud and light drizzle, then along to Moel y Gamelin past dozens of Brummie school kids. Then down the little path parallel to the Conquering Hero to the little road further north. From here, Kate ran back to the car and I followed the bridleway (reverse of the Gamelin race route) all the way to the tarmac lane then up to lonely Bwlch y Groes. The double climb over Moel Morfydd and Moel y Gaer is very steep from here, but it gives access to a glorious descent down the Conquering Hero to Llantisilio and down the banks of the swollen Dee to lunch in Llangollen.

Abergele Border League

Race: Abergele 5m (Border League race 3)
Time/Position: 28.00 (16th from 272 [3rd V40])
A brief weather window in the midst of an appalling stormy spell. This was a clever improvisation of the usual flat coastal route (which I have always liked) after part of the path was washed away. It made for slower progress, into a headwind initially, then inland up a surprisingly sharp climb to take in a zig-zagging route through the caravan site before returning to Pensarn. I stuck with a small group into the wind, then caught Jez at the 3m point. The field was pretty strong again, and I slowed initially on the homeward leg until I got my second wind at 4m. Felt quite strong for the last mile and picked up two more places to finish just 3 seconds outside my 5 mile PB. Very tight in our category after three races, two points between 2nd and 4th!

Four Villages Half Marathon

Race: Four Villages (Helsby) Half Marathon
Time/Position: 1.18.47 (39th from 1820)
This was a PB course for me back in 2006, then again in 2007. But my memories of the event have always been rather spoiled by the fact I contracted pneumonia after racing here in freezing fog in 2007: hence the delayed return. Shame, because it's a great event and one of the few remaining uncommercial half marathons in the region. As such, it attracts a strong field: very competitive at the top end, and there are always small, well-paced groups to work with. Conditions were perfect: 6C, light breezes, sunshine. Sadly, I didn't have the legs to take full advantage. I started off conservatively, exact 6m/mile pace, then picked it up a bit before starting to tire unexpectedly at the 8m point. After a gel, I got my second wind and really enjoyed the long gentle climb through Alvanley before the fast, largely downhill finish. One minute outside my PB, so there is a chance I could record a PB at the flatter, faster Wrexham course next month.

Crafnant Skyline

Peaks: Crimpiau, Craig Wen, Creigiau Gleision, Gleision North
Area: Carneddau, Eryri
A rare opportunity to observe M outside his natural habitat. This was a scouting weekend to the Alpine-hut style Cornel in Crafnant, so I went along to help and thoroughly enjoyed this lengthy and painfully slow circuit of the skyline hills. I had big plans for M after taking him up Tal y Fan aged nine weeks: but almost 12 years has elapsed since then! A group of six of seven Scouts left Cornel for the gentle, boggy walk up Crimpiau in steady humid drizzle. Not pleasant, but compared to my two festive runs in Snowdonia it felt subtropical. A few complaints, boot stuck in swamps and the like, but eventually Paul and I got them all to the top of Crimpiau. A long descent towards Ogwen and a superb clearance revealed a snowy Carneddau and Tryfan. From here, a very boggy crossing of the Creigiau Gleision ridge (bad memories of John B's hypothermia on this circuit last April!). The boys seemed to be enjoying themselves, albeit not necessarily focused on the matter in hand: they reminded me of a group of young terriers. The rain stopped for the crossing, to be replaced by two snow showers as we descended. Very wet underfoot through the woods. I jogged round the lake to finish, loosening my legs in preparation for a hard 12-miler tomorrow.

Arenig run

Peaks: Arenig Fawr
Area: Arenig, Eryri
Yet another diabolical day of driving sleet and gales. A real sense of deja vu as Peter and I set off from the quarry car park in conditions that were, if anything, even worse than on the Carneddau this time last week. At least the icy wind helped us on the long run along the road to the start of the old race route, which branches off up a track to Llyn Arenig. This was hard work from the start, and we were already cold and soaked by the time we got to the bothy. This provided welcome shelter for us to get some more layers on, and as a result the long climb up the ridge was a little more comfortable (relatively speaking). The sleet turned to wet snow as we gained height, and the wind continued to howl through the crags and into us. Very poor visibility as we jogged along the weaving path which fortunately skirts below the main ridge line and was therefore relatively sheltered. The summit was no place to rest, so we pelted down to the north on a rough bearing to make a little traverse - eventually emerging in boggy wilderness above the quarry and negotiating our way down a steep gully (a temporary waterfall) to the quarry. The cloud base was so low that we were almost still navigating when we reached the car. It was still hammering down as we left: the forecast clearance never materialised.

Jubilee Plunge

Race: Jubilee Plunge downhill fell race (2.2m/-1361ft)
Time/Position: 12.07 (10th from 75)
This unique race produces a level of muscle damage out of all proportion to it's short length and duration: no doubt a sign of my inflexibility! It's a very exciting event, though, albeit one that I'm never likely to do well on. A very pleasant trot up from Llangynhafal with Jez, Huw, John and others - under beautiful blue skies - to the eccentrically positioned start on top of Moel Famau (with a holiday crowd looking on with curiosity). An insanely fast start along the OD path to the north: then the best route to the finish at the Golden Lion pub breaks off left down narrow and exciting tracks. I then took a different route, contouring the hillside directly down to the gate at the bottom of the valley. Sadly, thick bracken makes this no quicker than the normal route and, after a slow vault of the gate, I found myself further behind the small group of runners in front. Try as I might, I couldn't close the gap: 10 seconds separated fifth place and me in tenth. The beer in the Goldie was as good as ever.

Round the Walls race

Race: Chester Round the Walls ('4m')
Time/Position: 22.10 (18th from 450)
The hardest frost of the winter, probably the first truly icy morning since April, meaning that yet again I was unable to sample the full event: the third time this has happened. But if the Walls were out because of the ice, I had already assumed the Roodee would be waterlogged. This was indeed the case, but whereas last year the race avoided it as a result, this year four aquatic laps were planned as an alternative to the icy walls. In my post-Xmas haste I had only packed my racing flats, and the slip-sliding nightmare that ensued was richly deserved. Really struggled to keep my footing, and longed for my fell shoes to give some grip. Nice short family outing, though, an opportunity to get some fresh air.

Carneddau run

Peaks: Moel Wnion
Area: Carneddau, Eryri
Our scheduled pre-Christmas Snowdonia run precisely coincided with the worst of an unusually deep depression and wild storm. It all made for a memorable outing, albeit far shorter than planned. Peter, Jez and I left Aber in torrential rain, benefiting from the shelter of the village and woods until we emerged towards the top of the tarmac start of the Foel Fras race route. Here, the wind was gusting to 80-90mph: and was directly in our face as we skirted Foel Dduarth heading up to our 'bad weather option' of Llyn Anafon. We were blown over a few times as we attempted to 'jog' into the upper valley - memories of the legendary OMM in 2008 and many other occasions - before giving up and heading back down to the car park. We then adopted another default plan, heading to Aber Falls. An astounding volume of water at the Falls, seemingly a wall of spray reminiscent of Yosemite. Quite exhilerating, though, and the rain eased a little as we ran along the top of the valley. As we descended back to the coast, Peter suggested trying to get up Moel Wnion on the assumption that we may get a tailwind. This worked, and we ploughed up the sheltered Afon Gam stream valley before ploughing up the boggy slopes of Wnion in a crosswind. After sheltering in the cairn to give some respite from the constant battering, we enjoyed a superb fast descent (with tailwind) down the Foel Fras race route climax. Dried off with a pint in the Albion.

Wigg Island Border League

Race: Wigg Island, Runcorn 5.5m (Border League Race 2)
Time/Position: 31.36 (14th from 282)
Must admit I'd never heard of Wigg Island before this race. Despite the post-industrial surroundings of the Mersey and Runcorn Bridge, it's been converted into a nature reserve and was a fine new venue for Helsby's border league fixture. Fewer fast young lads at the sharp end of the race, so my finishing position was a little more respectable than at Tattenhall. That said, I didn't feel particularly good for the three and a half laps, struggling to hold my pace especially on the short sharp climb at the far end of the island.

Cardington Cracker fell race

Race: Cardington Cracker (15k/800m/AM)
Time/Position: 1.27.56 (23rd from 259)
After feeling so awful on last week's race, I decided to go down to Shropshire with Huw and Andy at the last minute for this race - just to see if I felt any better. The answer, sadly, was no - and I came in a full five minutes slower than the time I recorded in 2011. The usual big field set off in perfect conditions, still and cool, from the chocolate-box village of Cardington. I set off steadily, and felt reasonably good for the ultra steep first climb up the Lawley: best to crawl on all fours at times! After the fast descent, I started to slow slightly on the second big climb up the Stretton side of Caer Caradog. The descent from here to the woods below Hope Bowdler hill is superb, and in 2011 I remember flying along this final section which takes in one more climb up Hope Bowdler then a long undulating ridge (the kind of terrain that is fantastic if you are going well and picking up places - the opposite was the case today!). Towards the end I creaked into some kind of life, but it was far too late. This really is a superb route though, and a great event.