Exactly. ..I can think of 20 million other things I could have been doing with bath, jammies and a wee drink in front of the TV top of my list of potential options.
Caitriona and Siobhan on another whirlwind adventure
But no… another ‘great idea’ unveiled itself and low and behold there was Caitriona and I out in our brightest of bright, lining up with not only the other mad hatters of the MAC Machine but 500 others to take on the 26 Extreme, Mourne Way 10k, Night Edition race.
The mad eejits of Murlough AC with smiles through fear of the unknown
It was reassuring to know as we lined up for our packs that everyone was thinking the same thing. Why? Why? Why? Did we really think this would be a good idea 2 months ago? But all forms of hi vis and head lamps where aplenty and it was again an unseasonably mild January evening.
With glow sticks in hand which I have to say was very exciting indeed as we relived the night’s out in the 90s. We headed to the buses that where to transport us to the start line by Santa’s Cottage.
I was secretly hoping that Ian and the guys at 26 Extreme could have talked ‘santa’ into lighting up his cottage for us however not this year…maybe next time.
Spirits where high and as the MAC crew comendered the back of the bus like school kids on a field trip everyone was in good spirits. (I don’t know why none of us took a picture of that)
Driving up the pitch dark road, the grandeur of some of the houses in and around Kilbroney became very apparent. Also the question of their lack of blinds to leave something to the imagination for those passing, did come up.
As you looked down the bus there was many a creative way to wear the glow sticks. From the normal round your wrist and around shoe laces to being braided into your hair and as Kate described it…ponytails that looked like a game of Kerplunk.
As we filtered off buses and to the start line, the many torches lit up the night and all the hi vis clothing along with it including Caitrionas sight for sore eyes jacket. It also was very clear to spot those who had done Dublin Marathon with their head torches courtesy of the goodie bag. I was very grateful for mine that’s for sure.
Caitriona lighting up the night
Lining up we bumped into many familiar faces and it was the face of Newry City Runner, Jennifer Mc Ateer that was to stick by Caitriona and myself to help turn this race into an experience full of craic and laughs whilst we spent 10k righting the world’s wrongs.
I knew to enjoy the first 1km as it was going to pretty much be the only tarmac we would be running on. However I’d too many layers on and the jacket ended up round the waist pretty quickly. As we entered into Leitrim Lodge the rough terrain was the start of 2 miles of challanging terrain under foot.
However putting aside the terrain, what could be experienced by the eyes was majestic. Ahead and behind was just lines of lights and his vis. I wasn’t too familiar with the route as I marshalled last year at the MWM so putting faith in Jennifers ample experience of what lay ahead was reassuring.
Photo courtsey of Macscape Photography
There are so many things I loved along the way. The fact it was just us runners. No cars, not many people about, just us plodding along. The sight of the people in front lighting the way. The team work of everyone ensuring that lumps, bumps and stumps where highlighted down the line. The night time views of the lights below. And of course the infamous 26 Extreme cake at the half way point. Which to be fair just transported me back to mile 9 of Causeway Coast in Sept when it was like the lamb of God. Good times.
The pictures just dont do it justice
Pace was steady minus the second mile where we had to be that bit more careful. However it was Friday night and let’s face it we had all had a tough week at work so treated it like as an opportunity to destress, laugh and take a few pictures.
It was definitely a course of what goes up, does come down. And boy did it come down very quickly. I had totally lost my bearings but following the lights ahead I had no fear that I was going to be lost indefinitely at any stage.
Finally I hit a familiar track from the ladies mini marathon/b2r Kilbroney 10k and loved the fact that I knew it was all downhill from there.
As the sound of 96 classic by JX- There’s Nothing I Won’t Do, blasted out in the distance, we knew the finish line was near. As we turned the corner to the finish I was soon mobbed by Jennifer on the line quite literally. Caitriona did add that it was a hilarious scene as we both scrambled for the finish line. Times showed we finished exactly the same time. Much to our amusement.
Happy post race smiles
What started off as a ‘what the hell were we thinking’ sort if evening, ended as a ‘when can we do it again’ night.
Flawless the whole way, from pack collection to buses, the route was well marked and marshalled leading to an upbeat and smooth operating finish line. Well done 26 Extreme, logistical nightmare turned into the perfect dream by your team.
On another note though…Caitrionas jacket that she picked up in Primark was a hit. Literally a sight for sore eyes every time I turned around to talk to her. However she did say she’s glad the jacket stopped me from turning round as my torch was too bright. So moral of the story when night running is just keep looking straight ahead unless you’re watching out for the blue lady in Tollymore, the headless horseman in Castlewellan or Michael Mc Kenna in general.
Always beware when Kenny is about!