Herefordshire has been one of the most difficult counties for me to achieve. Initially I struggled to find any races here, even ultras. Eventually I found an ultra that was 99% in Worcestershire but just briefly crossed the border. I decided that was close enough and signed up, but then it was cancelled twice due to Covid, then the route was changed last minute. Frustrated, I searched for another race that fit my schedule and found the inaugural Wye Valley Trail marathon, which was both properly in Herefordshire and only a week later.
As Ben's daughters live nearby, we decided to make this into a mini holiday. We picked them up on Friday evening and drove to where we were staying - a cabin in the Herefordshire countryside - and spent a lovely evening exploring the woods, sitting round the fire pit and having a BBQ. The next morning was a glorious day and Ben and I set off bright and early to the race.
I had another crap day at work on Friday (hmm... are you starting to notice a theme in these race reports?) and have also been getting a bit fed up of running in London which just doesn't have what I call 'real' countryside. As we drove to the race, I could already see that today was going to be quite something. Herefordshire is STUNNING. Even though I was a bit grouchy, the portents were good.
The race had a lengthy kit list and the pre-race email said, "The mandatory kit lists will be applicable whatever the weather. Please respect that the kit lists are put together in collaboration with rescue services and are not up for debate". Generally speaking I don't have a problem with this. If you don't like the kit list, don't enter the race - it's the race director's prerogative to make you carry whatever they think is appropriate. If you don't like it, tough. That said, having to carry a base layer, taped seam waterproof trousers and jacket, a hat, gloves and head torch on a day like today IS quite annoying.
We arrived at the car park and were promptly informed by a helpful marshall that the race director had decided to remove ALL of the above items from the kit list. I removed nearly a kilo of weight from my vest with total delight. I've done races where the RD stubbornly insists on you carrying the kit whatever the weather and hats off to this guy for doing the right thing. I met many runners during the day who were grateful for this decision! I felt even more optimistic about the race now and headed off in search of registration. It was slightly tricky to find but once I got there, the volunteers were efficient, there were clean loos and a short but useful race briefing.
After a short road section the course opened out into glorious countryside.
There was even an official photographer taking (free!) pictures:
I could feel myself exhaling. All the stress and worries of work, getting here, moving house and everything else just fell away as I got into a running rhythm. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, the countryside was beautiful and already in the first few kilometres incredibly varied, as you can see from the pictures. It was, quite literally, everything that I love about running. I tried to remember the last time I'd had such a good time at a race and couldn't. It was the same feeling I sometimes get when I do multi-day trails on my own. It's a mixture of total freedom and immersion in nature and enjoyment of my own physicality and gratitude that I have the capability of getting this much pleasure from something so simple as running. It's what makes it all worthwhile. It's quite difficult to explain it in words.
Somewhere along here, I spotted a girl just ahead of me waving. I looked to see who she was waving at but could only see a field of sheep. I had to stop behind her to pass through a gate and asked, "Were you waving at the sheep?" and she said, "Yeah" and we both laughed. We got chatting after that. Her name was Maddy and she was from Bristol. She told me she was here to get a suntan and eat a lot of cake, making her my kind of companion. After a few minutes, she said, "I'll let you get on," which is runner's code for 'you're going too fast for me'. I said, "Oh no, I'm not in a hurry, I'll slow down!" and we stayed together, chatting away about races. She told me she had entered this race as training for a 40 miler in a few weeks. Today was meant to be 29 miles but after adjustments to the route it was only 26.8 miles now.
We arrived at the first aid station (9km) and I had to pop to the loo (luckily minimal GI problems this race) but figured I'd catch her up later on.
I met a guy from Devon who I ran with for a few miles, including the section where the race went through Monmouth. Although it did go past a Lidl at one point, there were barely any road sections on this race. I didn't catch the guy's name but he'd run quite a few marathons with Trail Events Co who organised this race, mainly in Wales. I would definitely run their events again in future - the signage was frequent, the checkpoints were well stocked and the organisation was good.
There was one point just before this funky-looking bridge where the route did a sort of U turn and I would have missed it if it wasn't for some random passers by shouting and waving that I was going the wrong way. They were sat on a picnic bench on the side of the trail and I got the impression they'd done that quite a few times already!
The next aid station suddenly appeared at 23k and lo and behold there was Maddy! It had taken me a long time to catch up but got there in the end. I stood around for a while eating cake and chatting to her and the tail runners from the ultra, one of whom was doing the Cotswold Way Century in a few weeks (definitely one of my bucket list races). They told us about the last lady in the ultra who is 68 years old and only took up running 4 years ago. Sadly (because the routes diverged) I never managed to catch up to her, but what an amazing story! I really, really hope she finished but the Cotswold Century guy said he would stay with her until she finished even if she missed the cutoff. Awww. Runners are so lovely.
**Update**: just checked and she did, in 11 hours 13 mins, RESPECT to her. What an achievement.
I got my poles out at the aid station as I knew the next section was going to be the hilly bit. Luckily I'd had room to stash them in my pack since removing all the extra kit! It turned out there was quite a bit more flat to go but I wasn't complaining as it was GORGEOUS:
Loads of bluebells and it was getting pretty warm by now so I was grateful for the shade in the woods. Soon enough the hills arrived and they were great. I was ready for a bit of a walking break and the poles were amazing - it really didn't feel that difficult. I like hills that are steep enough to feel like a hill without being too brutal (Wiltshire/Surrey level of steepness is a bit too much) and these were just right. An excuse to walk and eat and chat without feeling like you're going to die.
Somewhere between aid station 2 and 3, Maddy caught up with me and we ran together for a bit, stopping frequently to take photos, before losing each other again. I asked her about her upper body strength - she looked much too well toned to be 'just' a runner - and we had a long and interesting chat as she also does a lot of weights in the gym. She loves both and switches between them - I said I just don't find any other activities as enjoyable as running - so then we talked about cycling, and swimming, and the conversation just flowed. Miles ticked by.
Just before the third checkpoint, the path suddenly petered out into a pretty normal housing estate. It was weird to suddenly be somewhere quite urban after the gloriousness of the paths!
The aid station was manned by Explorer Scouts, who were really friendly and helpful and well organised. One runner came in asking for ice as she'd tripped over and they managed to find her a cold pack pretty quickly and efficiently. Maddy was there and announced that we were all on the home straight now, a couple of other runners looked slightly dubious but she was all smiles and her positivity was infectious.
At one point I saw these and had to stop and take a photo - this is a flower called Celandine. I'm currently doing a 12 month challenge with Camino Ultra to run 12 different routes in London and the May one (which I did last weekend) is called Celandine after this flower. I didn't see any on the Celandine route - despite looking - so was made up to spot them out here.
A few miles from the end, I met up with Maddy again and we ran the last few miles together. We chatted so much that we took a couple of wrong turns - luckily my GPS put us right and only a few people followed us - oops. Maddy is one of those relentlessly positive people who views getting lost as bonus miles. She said, "I wanted to do 29 miles today anyway!" which is a great way to look at it.
I recalled the race director advising us against running across it during the briefing - now I can see why!
It wasn't much further to the finish line, and Maddy and I crossed together. Ben and his daughters were there waiting, which was lovely.
I didn't take any more pictures after that but here's the medal - not bad for a wooden one! - and a pic of the elevation which was pretty much all in the second half. Poles were great and definitely helpful - and it was good to have the practice pre-Cornwall too.
Overall this was a thoroughly enjoyable race which I can highly recommend. It doesn't get much better than this!