Monster Miles 2017

The days started in the ever beautiful Keswick (rain or shine, I love this place). The weather was dull but not unpleasant and the stand-in venue was brimming with hundreds of silly sods that were also partaking in what was sure to be a wet and muddy event. After registering and the mandatory toilet stop, the group of six Rossolians (Nige, Chris, Lauren, Mike, John & Dom) departed for what would be a day full of tormentous climbs and invigorating descents. 

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We started with around 5 miles of roads leaving Keswick and heading through Threlkeld and round the far side of Blencathra. As always, the views from this quiet open road were absolutely stunning. Looking out at the fringes of the Lake District National Park whilst the clouds parted revealing the Sun's rays to shine down on this heavenly landscapes, had to be one of the highlights of the trip. 

Before we knew it we were at the first feed station and heading up the trails towards Caldbeck. This was a tough section, climbing up the side of Blencathra on gravelly paths and crossing streams before reaching the slippery grass-pathed descent back down the other side. Three casualties! First myself, followed by Lauren, then Chris. We had a quick stop to recollect ourselves, wipe away the blood and rub the bruises, and after some words of encouragement from Mr Park we were on our way again. 

Over the next couple of hours, we passed over many hills on road and trail including one section that defeated us all. As we dropped down though, we weren't far from the final feed station and boy, what a feed station it was! Tea, coffee, soup. Jaffa cakes, swis roll, flapjack. I could literally go on listing the epicness but I'm afraid I would run over my character limit! 

On departing Heaven on Earth, we were back into the climbing up through the dreaded forest of Watch Hill, through Cockerham and up and over Whinlatter with a fantastic descent down to Thornthwaite. This was the home run and with a few specs of rain in the air, it was time to put the hammer down and get to the finish line. 

Once we had all crossed the line, we all tucked in to the 10kg supply of chocolate the Mike kindly shipped from start to finish. All-in-all it was a super fantastic day out yet again. The hills nor the wind and rain could deter us from enjoying this event, which is sure to go down as a Rossall Triathlon Club classic and a sure-fire yearly tradition for an end-of-season epic!