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A Mad Moment
Luce Smith, Features Writer
Snow. At last! We finally had a little taster of what winter is meant to be like! How much fun did you have?!

I am so grateful for not caring what I look like and enjoying being warm! Even when it was -6!

I was due to do a cross country run at the end of last week, but thankfully (check out my competitive spirit) there was a message sent round suggesting it wouldn’t go ahead due to the pitch conditions. Fingers crossed! I was only going as they were short of old lady veterans, and hey, I fit that title very well at the ripe old age of……….

Imagine my utter disgust, when I look out on Sunday morning, potential race day, the snow is falling thick and fast, and I get a message saying I will be picked up at 11am, and to be ready. Big gulp. Seriously? I got up and took Bella out over the fields. It was beautiful, but was this really safe? Safe to drive to the location, never mind safe to run it!

I did as I was told, and was ready at 11am, bag packed, but not really sure what was in it. My friend picked me up, and off we went. Are we totally crazy? I had seen many pull out due to being snowed in, couldn’t we also use this excuse? I mean, I cant drive up my road yet, that’s no lie, but where there's a will. Was there a will? Do I actually have a will? Too late now to draft one up I suppose.

We pulled in at the venue, and saw others trotting by towards the registration tent. Trotting they were. In shorts they were. It was freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing! At least we were in the right place! We found our tent and attempted to walk across to it. I say attempt, as I found it so difficult in my old trainers with zero grips! A very nice man let me lean on him for support, so thank you Mr kind man!

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As we got to the tent, we were told that the runners were gathering at the start line, so get our numbers pinned on and go. I had to change my shoes, strip a million layers off, brush my hair, drink water, and pin a number on my back and my front with safety pins and freezing cold numb hands. Thankfully, as I am what I call rubbish at safety pins, my friends mothering skills had to be utilised on me, whilst jogging to the start line wondering if I even had the right pants on! Too late to do anything about it now! Once at the start line, there was an announcement, then we were off. Talk about rushed! I was far from prepared. Slow and steady, finish with no broken bones please. The crowd were very encouraging, in their 8 layers, hat, scarves and gloves. Other runners I saw, were running in spikes. We didn’t have spikes, this could be interesting/entertaining!

The race was 3 laps round the pitch. It was such hard work. I struggled to breathe it was so cold, and kept panicking that I would fall over. Lap 1, was ice and slush. Lap 2, was ice and mud. Lap 3 was mud, with a bit of ice thrown in if you were lucky. I made lots of “eeeeeek” “yikes” “weeeehayyyyyyyy” noises along the route, but not for effect! My feet were flying everywhere! But I wasn’t alone, I did hear others ahead of me, trotting along in shorts, vocalising their route. I was tempted to stop half way, but I’m not a quitter. I will finish, I will finish last, but I will finish! I knew my friend was ahead, and that kept me going – I’m behind her all the way. Literally!

At last, the finish line was ahead of me, and it was full steam ahead. I have some pride! I couldn’t breathe at the end, so struggled to communicate for the first few moments, but I managed to get some words out in the end. “That was so hard!” but, we did it!

I never thought it would be sensible to go ahead with the bad weather, but I did think it would be rewarding. And it was. I got back home and Bella was waiting for me, with that “when are we going walkies?” look in her eyes. Such fun? Do athletes do the Olympics then go home and walk dogs straight away? Call themselves athletes? part timers. I is hard core. And the slowest ice runner in

Yorkshire! Such fun?!!

A Mad Moment, 7th March 2018, 8:35 AM