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Twisted Ankle Half Marathon 2010 (aka Oops I Did It Again.)

May 17, 2010

The next morning I got up and ran the Twisted Ankle half marathon again. For real this time. The night in the tent had been quiet but fairly sleepless. The kids were great, but I’d tossed and turned and the night passed fitfully.

At the alarm’s beckoning I got up, showered and dressed. I decided to don the red tartan skirt and turquoise sleeveless vest again and carefully prepped my healing blisters for the long run ahead before stuffing my feet into my Mizuno trail shoes and taking a leisurely warm up run from the campsite, around the lake and to the start of the trail race where people were beginning to gather.

I nervously kept sipping on my water bottle and pretty much downed the entire contents before the race even started. I grabbed a refill of Powerade from the race supplies and cursed that I had forgotten a banana before I had given the family a hug and a kiss goodbye. Although the temperature at the start was fairly mild I also started regretting that I hadn’t filled up my cooling neckerchief with ice back at camp as I had assumed that there would be some on hand in the paddock. There wasn’t.

As I meandered around with a roving eye looking for Martha she spotted me first and waved. It was good to see her again, though I am sad to say we didn’t get much of a chance to catch up. Pretty quickly it was time for all the runners to cluster by the edge of the lake, listen to Race Director Becky’s words of encouragement and advice, and then we were off with little fanfare. Here we go, my first half marathon.

Around the lake we ran at an easy clip, not too strenuous at all. I kept myself in check a little to save my legs for the long run ahead, and especially the much lauded hill at mile three. As soon as I started running the heat and humidity started their cruel embrace and dashing across a grassy strip over the dam wide open to the sky before we ducked into the leafy shade of the lake trail to the campground felt scorching even at nine o’clock in the morning. Knowing we’d be back this way en route to the finish I made a mental note to just keep on running and try to get back before the sun really came out and was waiting to grill me alive on the homeward leg. I also immediately cursed my decision to fill my bottle with Powerade as then I couldn’t cool off by squirting water on my neck.

We ran through the campground and past some cheering campers set up at the side of the course with their camp chairs. I scanned around looking for my crew, could I catch sight of them as I raced through? Our tent was off to the other side of the camp ground and away from the course, but there was Daddy carrying Bea, striding towards the wash house. I bounced and waved and yelled at them as I ran past. I think they may have heard me. What a lovely sight.

Race Director Becky Finger was in the middle of the road handing out high fives as we ran out of the campground and prepared to start our ascent into the mountain up past the Marble Mine and onto the Pinhoti Trail. The climb began. It was gentle at first, fairly wide tracks and very manageable. We made our way up and up and spotting falling water up ahead I pulled out the Flip to try to capture the beautiful marble mine as we ran past. My first encounter with a race photographer was me grinning and fumbling with my camera as I tried to run, take some footage and then stuff it safely back into my pocket. That was pretty. Okay, onwards.

Trail got substantially steeper and steeper until a large wooden sign warning to be cautious of the steep grade appeared on the hillside. Light hearted banter started as we hit the narrow single track and were forced to slow to the pace of the people ahead. It was hot, it was hard work, but it was also a little frustrating as I couldn’t pass the walkers ahead and continue on at my own pace. I just had to hang in, tough out the climb at a plod and wait for the track to open up again at the top. Some blokes who had run the race before promised me that an ice cream van, cool swimming hole, flock of wild flamingos, gogo dancers (male I hoped!) and a pack of cold beer was waiting at the top.

They lied, all we got was a bunch of boy scouts with water, Powerade and ice. I gratefully accepted their offerings and filled my bandana with cool refreshing ice cubes. Fastening that back around my neck was delightful. Okay, good to go. A boy scout directed: “Full marathon to the left, half to the right. No, wait! The other way. Half that way!” A quick double check with someone I hoped would know what he was doing to confirm and I was off again.

Oh it felt good to stretch the legs and settle back into a nice pace atop the ridgeline. The guy ahead of me warned me that there would be more hills to come and not to get too excited, but I was ready to run.

It felt like I blinked and was at the next aid station already. Gummi bears! I grabbed a handful of those, along with a GU gel, and was told I was 4th place girl. Onwards. Onwards.

Fairly soon after that another girl caught up to me as I was fumbling to open my procured packet of GU. I was asked if I was okay. “Oh yes!” and mentally I added “just haven’t mastered the art of running and eating yet!” Packet opened I tried to down small mouthfuls of it (I hate GU!) as I ran, and now in fifth place I settled in behind the overtaker to run an easy pace watching the little foot logos on the back of her shoes work the trail in front of me. Felt great.

I began to discover the appeal of Dirty Girl gaiters for the smart people I’d noticed wearing them on this trail. Numerous times I had to break pace to pull needle sharp black spears out of my shoes and uncatch them from my socks. Stab! Stab! Ow!

Pretty soon a man came hurtling down the track towards us at breakneck pace. I barely even got to see him go by. I just felt the rush of air and heard the crackling of leaves and twigs as he blew past, arms wildly waving for balance. A little after that more front runners started to trickle past on their return from the turn around point. I counted the ladies as they ran past, and then we were greeted by a crew of cheery folk working the turn around point aid station ourselves. Yes, looks like we were fourth and fifth. I didn’t waste time, but I did take a moment to replenish myself here. Garmin said 6.91miles. So far so good. Some people were making themselves up some evil pb and j sandwiches and tucking in, I steered well clear of that little pit of anaphylactic shock, momentarily eyed a banana but decided against that too. Just a refill of ice and water, some more gummi bears for me, and I was back heading out on the trail again.

Again I found myself running easily behind a girl, albeit a different one with different logos on her shoes. That confused me a little but I think we’d just done a switch at the aid stop and we were still 4th and 5th women. I decided to just hang behind her for a stretch as the going was comfortable and for my first half I rather liked having the company and metering. Turns out she’d done some ultra runs, longest being a 100 miler. Nice. Assuming she wasn’t pulling my leg she was interesting conversation. We were seeing a steady stream of runners coming along the trails behind us and it was fun to shout encouragement and wave as they went past on their own journeys to the turn back point. Yelled and screamed when I saw Martha coming along the trail. Hooray Martha! Felt great to see a friend on trail and she was looking good.

Eventually Ultra Girl said to let her know if I wanted to pass though, so I think she had had enough of me. I told her I’d probably see her again in about five minutes! Pulling ahead I was surprised at how easily I carried on at the faster pace. Soon I was running along on my own without anyone else in sight. I took advantage and did a quick nip into the woods for a pee! That was pretty well timed as around the next bend I discovered myself back at the aid station and directed down the mountain. Disappointingly there was no ice here to replenish my now very melted supply, but that was okay. Homeward stretch! Garmin was saying I’d been on trail for an hour and fortyfive minutes, and with roughly only about a 5k to go and I was feeling super. I calculated and got very excited, 5k, even at ten minutes a mile (presuming rate of descent at speed of curling into a ball and rolling down the mountain to the lake) I ought to be seeing Bill and the kids again at around the two hours fifteen mark. Wow. That was way better than I expected.

Get me off this mountain! I happily rejoined trail and started tearing down the path. Fun! 5K to go! I wondered how far ahead the lead women were and resolved to up my pace for the remainder and see if I could gain some ground.

I ran and ran on my own, still no one in sight in front, or even behind. Coming to a cross roads I followed the very obvious festoon of blue trail markings that fluttered from the trees, swung around and took the trail to the left. Go Kay go!

I was a little confused as the trail began to wind back up the mountain again, but I was disorientated and figured that maybe the track split again further up the path. After all, that other runner had talked about there being more hill to run hadn’t he? I was still following blue ribbons so I pressed on. Then I hit the steep grade sign again and the sinking realisation that I was running Becky’s Bluff all over again. Arse! Surely I’d have heard about it if we were having to run that twice?! I turned around and started pegging it back down the hill. I was feeling pretty ill and panicked now.

Hang on though. Here was, at least I think it was, Ultra Girl coming up the same hill. She couldn’t have seen me in front so wasn’t blindly following and so must have made the same call herself. Now I was greatly confused. I had joked that I said I’d see her again before the end. We then spotted a group of male runners also coming up the hill, one of whom was Jerry. Surely we couldn’t all be wrong? Had any of them done this race before? Did any of them know if we were on the right trail? The answer was a very unreassuring no to all questions. I headed back down to the last intersection together with the other girl to reassess though.

We eyed the completely barren of markings gravel trail that led to the right, the “private property keep off” sign that blocked the trail straight ahead, and the fiesta of trail markings, coupled with a big blue arrow on a prominent tree pointing to Becky’s Bluff. There was no one who knew what they were doing around. We started off down the gravel track a little way. Nothing obvious. The lads and a girl (now I’m getting confused as to which one she was!) had decided not to follow and to take the way I’d gone the first time. I got nervous and worried about taking what appeared to be an unmarked trail. That could take us even further off track for all I knew. The blue ribbons were in abundance after all, surely I must have missed something? I took off up the hill again. I passed the blokes, again. Up, up and up for the third time. This time I went further. Dumb, yeah I know. Though I did get a big kick out of being able to actually run up the steep single track I’d got so frustrated walking up over ten miles before. Take that stupid hill!

Then I realised that the other runners had thought better and turned back around again. Ok, off down the hill once more. I hauled arse back down the trail again and eventually caught and passed them before we got back to the intersection. Screw this for a laugh. There was still no one in evidence who knew what they were doing. I took the leap of faith and started off down the gravel path.

It was a fair while before I saw the reassuring sign that I really was back on track. Things started looking familiar again and I began to recognise where the trail was going to take us back through the campsite and around the lake to home. I chugged back past the girl who had been running the bonus miles with me and struggled to push past my despondancy at the run going so very wrong for me. I definitely walked a fair bit of hill stuff here where I ought to have run but I was aggravated and dreading the last blistering push in the sun through the open ground around the lake. I caught up to Martha on a downhill as we were entering the campsite. Back up the hill towards the tents I was spurred on by the thought that maybe I’d see Bill, Sam and Bea somewhere along this stretch. Didn’t want them to catch me walking! I didn’t see them waiting here, but at least I got my head back in gear. Right, not far now, let’s do this!

Eventually I came around the lake and to the bridge. Over the bridge, clomp clomp clomp. I heard someone shout “Tasty!” and something about “hasher incoming!” and I released my charge to the finish line.

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Bill and the sprogs were waiting for me at the end and Bill caught that photo for me with his iPhone. I got some great hugs from Sam and Bea as my finish reward. Thanks for being there guys.

Official time: 2:51:35 and final mileage just under 15 miles according to Mr Garmin.

Aggravating. Very aggravating. I had a really great time out there, and enjoyed myself a lot, but I’m pretty gutted. I’m quite thankful that the prizes that were almost within my sweaty grasp consisted of giant jars of nuts though. Fat lot of good those would have done me! 😀

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Hmm, I think my words at the end of my Twilight 5K recap came back to haunt me: “Crikey, I hope this time next week I am laughing about running up Becky’s Bluff too!”

Right Moves For Youth Twilight 5k

May 11, 2010

My nagging second thoughts about having signed up for the Right Moves for Youth Twilight 5K were already strong when I woke up to another uncomfortably hot day in Charlotte on Friday. After a very enjoyable but sweaty morning running the kid laden double jogger around a three and half mile course with my friend and her two little ones I was really beginning to drag my feet about going. I did the morning run pretty much guzzling an entire bottle of water and trailing behind a very strong and steady Andrea. I think she is a clockwork camel. While my pace was sporadic and all over the place, and my troops had to stop at least three times for picnic and squabble resolution breaks, she just kept on evenly running for the entire distance and didn’t break a stride. I made it through the run, but it wasn’t pretty. Crikey.

If I was hot and tired after the run, by mid afternoon I was exhausted. If only the same was true of both my children. Bea put herself to bed and slept the afternoon away, but Sam just turned on the trouble. After such a pleasant morning spent with Andrea’s company watching the children play furiously together, I had a horrendous afternoon chasing him around. I constantly had to chastise and redirect him. Trying to keep him from helping himself to the contents of cupboards and causing chaos was a lost cause. Any wistful chance of a reenergising nap for me before race time was out of the question. By the time Bill came home I really was in no mood to go run a race. I’d had enough.

And yet that is exactly why I ended up pulling my resolve together and hauling my arse to the start line in Uptown. The excuse to run away from being Mum and to be just by myself again for a few glorious hours spurred me onwards.

Of course, it also helped that I received a wonderful new running skirt in the post that afternoon. My lovely prize of a red tartan skirt from last Saturday’s trail race arrived, and was every bit as sassy as I hoped it would be. Ignoring the voice that warned me not to wear anything new and untested on a race day I couldn’t resist putting it on. Instantly I began to perk up. Okay, maybe I could do this afterall.

Even thinking about where I ought to try parking was giving me a headache, so I opted to take the light rail. I carefully only carried exactly what I needed for the race and nothing more: hand held water bottle, cool off bandana, cash, id, my race bib, and of course, a clean hankie. It was a little nerve wracking walking away from my well stocked running bag and heading to the platform. The train was already full when it arrived at Scaleybark, packed with plenty of shorts and tech tee wearing folks, and a slew of mums herding boys wearing Let Me Run t-shirts. I squeezed into the carriage and we were off to the race. No turning back now.

With about forty minutes to go I breezed in and picked up my timing chip then set about taking in the crowds and preparing for the race. Moseying around not really sure what to be doing with myself I bumped into a group of friends from the Meetup Running Club. It was good to see some friendly faces out there.

It was super hot. Shaded at the start line it didn’t feel too uncomfortable, but as I ran a warm up mile up and down the street the real heat soon hit as the sun blazed down on unsheltered tarmac. It was a relief to scurry back into the shade of the tall Wachovia Center.

Several off limits coolers of gatorade lined the starting corale. Eyeing them greedily I sauntered over to the guarding officials and before I could politely request anything I was reproached about taking any bottles. Actually, it was the ice they were swimming in that I had my eye on! Oh ok, that was allowed. I happily filled up my bandana and settled in to enjoy the cold drip as they melted down the back of my neck.

Runners started to fill the cordoned street and I hung with my friends for a bit as I deliberated where I ought to start the race. The announcer was trying to get the runners staged a bit with the elite and competitive runners at the front and runners and walkers at the back. I wondered for a moment if I counted as competitive then decided damn right I did and decided to edge my way up closer to the front a bit. Tudor also made a move forward and so I cunningly drafted behind him to squeeze through the increasingly tight crowd.

Stroller runners set off, and ninety seconds later so did we.

I’d heard a lot about this being a very tough race, that there was a challenging hill to encounter around mile two. Glancing at my Garmin I did my first mile in 7:10. It felt great though and I was having to force myself to slow down a touch. With the hill in mind I wanted to make sure I had enough left to tackle it when I got there.

I hit mile two even faster, but I still felt great. It was incredibly hot but my legs were good and I was enjoying myself. When I hit the aid station I grabbed a water and dumped it on my head. Gulps of water from my hand held staved off a dry mouth and the ice around my neck was working wonders as a little cooling system. It was all systems go for me when I started to see the runners ahead of me begin to slow a little. Was this the dreaded hill? Surely not? It didn’t seem all that bad. I guess all my work on the real hills of Crowders Mountain played off here as I had a bit of fun picking off people and passing them as they began to falter. I still consciously held off a little on my pace though as I wasn’t convinced that the fuss had been about that stretch of the course.

Rounding the final corner apparently we did hit another incline but I still didn’t really think it was that terrible and honestly only really thought about it after the race when I examined the Garmin elevation data. At this point though I suppose I wasn’t paying too much attention to the road as I had been a little put off kilter by a man who was running in front of me. He suddenly started to look like he was a puppet being pulled by strings and I had to slow and dodge around him as he flailed. I heard afterwards that he did actually collapse before the finish. I checked and didn’t see any mention in the news afterwards so I’m hoping he was okay and no harm was done.

TMI but as I ran the final mile I also might have missed a little thing like a hill as I came to the realisation that I really needed to pee, badly. I spent the latter part of the race concentrating on getting to the finish so that I could find a loo! I charged to the finish, but not too fast for fear of, well, you know, and then desperately tried to find a break in the metal barriers and bypass the timing chip retrieval police so I could find a porta-porty! When I did make it to the loo I stepped inside and almost passed out from the fuzzy contained heat in the thing! Wow.

Recomposed I returned to hand in my timing chip and collect my finishers medal. Somewhere in the middle I remembered to turn off my Garmin and congratulate myself on finishing the race without feeling like I was going to vomit as I crossed the line.

It then also dawned on me that I’d crossed the finish and just smashed my 5K PR. It took my fumbled brain a little while to compute, but I beat my last 5K record, set six months ago at the incredibly flat Charlotte Runway 5K in perfect running temperatures, by two minutes and fortyfive seconds! Bam!

Official chip time – 22:33
9th place in my age group division of 172 women.
26th out of a total 904 women.
Overall 191st place in a field of 1860.

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I’m pretty damn pleased with myself. I signed up out of curiosity to see if all the trail running I’ve been doing would translate into some decent progress in a road run. I’d say that’s a yes.

Right, that was definitely fun but I’ll be sloping back off to the trails again for a bit now though.

Next challenge – Twisted Ankle Half Marathon – May 15th.

Now, that course is supposed to have a killer hill! Check out the race director’s course elevation:

Yeah, I have to laugh at Charlotte’s definition of a hill. Crikey, I hope this time next week I am laughing about running up Becky’s Bluff too!

Run Like A Girl 8K

May 2, 2010

In my meagre opinion runningskirts.com make the best ladies running gear. I haven’t run in anything else since I first tried one of their cute skirts. They fit snugly and the attached panties keep underwear nicely in place on the run so I have no wardrobe adjustments to worry about as I go. Easily accessible and neat side pockets carry the few essential items I have to take on the trail and I can feel great working up a sweat while maintaining my girly dignity in them.


Me, Ashley and Laura, all skirted up to Run Like a Girl. (Ashley’s two year old son was being cute at our feet, not really just looking at our shoes.)

When I discovered that age group winners for the Run Like a Girl 8K would be awarded a free running skirt for their efforts I was therefore understandably quite excited at the prospect of a swanky new skirt and the competitor in me fired up.

Unfortunately though, if doing double the mileage I had planned the evening before the race was an auspicious start then joking about going out to booby trap the trails to be assured of a skirt probably sealed my fate. I think I totally jinxed myself.

The Run Like A Girl 8K was a big event looming on my calendar. A fun trail run that has a place in my heart as it marks my initial entry to competitive running. Last year the all women’s race was run in September and it was my first race. Last year I hit the trails at the USNWC and ran a 9:40 pace. With just over six months of running underfoot since then I was keen to race for a PR and give myself a measure of progress for this course.

The Run Like A Girl 8K is also put on to raise awareness and fundraise for the HERA Women’s Cancer Foundation, specifically ovarian cancer. I was counting myself lucky that I didn’t personally know anyone who had to deal with this health threat. That was until just the other week when I learned that a good friend’s mum has been diagnosed with this disease. This run in the woods was suddenly not just for a good time, but I was reminded that it was for a great cause too.

Race morning was nice and relaxed. Compared to other races a 9 o’clock race start felt like quite a lie in and I unhurriedly got up, dressed and had a spot of Weetabix for breakfast before heading out to the USNWC. Bill kindly taped up my right knee before I left as it had been bothering me a bit the day before, probably a result of pushing the heavily laden double jogger up the Nassau Hill on Thursday night. Giving the objecting knee a good prod I was relieved that yesterday’s pain seemed to have dissipated with a night’s sleep, but felt reassured to have it taped up for the race anyway.

At the trail head I met up with Ashley and her friend Laura and the trio of us did a warm up lap of the white water channel before heading to the start to await the gun. This year I was bib number 3 and staged in the first wave of runners. I got a spot at the head of the pack and intended to do my utmost to stay with the lead girls. I’d already clocked who I considered would be my main competition and as we set off around the long gravel track leading to the leafy trails she was running alongside me. I think I may have freaked her out a little by knowing her name, saying hi and introducing myself as we charged along at a cracking pace.

Hitting the trails I felt great, good to have packed dirt, fallen leaves, and roots underfoot and ready to do my best to keep the leaders in my sight. I was in the lead group of women and enjoying tearing down the trail with them. The lead mountain biker guide had peeled off and we were on our own running down the track. Then calamity.

We got to a fork in the road and trail signage abated. I slowed for a better gander but the ladies I was with made a quick judgement and carried on up the trail. My gut told me not to follow but there was no obvious sign of route marker in either direction. I should have known this section well but coming from a different direction to usual had me disorientated and I was swayed when shouts of “here’s an arrow!” came from out of their dust around the corner. Wrong call. Indeed there were arrows posted up the hill and we followed the course markers all the way up the hill to the finish. My Garmin beeped to announce mile one.

Rats! I took off back down to the junction where I assumed we’d taken the wrong turn and began trying to find true trail. It was a little weird, there were a couple of little pink trail flags up the other way but they petered out again quickly and trail didn’t seem to be very convincing here either. Also, we’d been in the lead of several waves and yet there were no other runners coming into sight. Pretty sure I was lost I picked up the pace and did the best I could to get back onto trail with everyone else. At this point I was sinking in curses and knew I was so far off trail that I was out of the race at this point.

I carried on running anyway and was rewarded with the sight of a runner on a parallel trail. The girls I was with and I cut down to join her and I realised it was Ashley. I yelled “Hey Ashley! Are you on trail?!” but she didn’t hear me as she was too busy bitterly snipping at us cheaters who weren’t running a fair race. Not accurate with the cheating, but fair comment. Really, even if I somehow miraculously came in in first place it wouldn’t in all honesty count as I didn’t stick to the route. To add an extra helping of aggravation my running foe had been behind me when I lost trail, but she wasn’t wandering the woods with us now so had obviously been able to stay on trail. Curses!

I was relieved to see Ashley steadily charging along though, and for me to be back following true trail. I stepped it up a gear and hauled myself along, pushing myself to try to gain at least a bit of what I had lost.

I hit the water stop with my Garmin measuring a distance of over 2 miles. Later Ashley said that she ran past that at around a mile and a half.

Several other times I had to double judge which route to take as trail markers were non existent or torn down. I ran past one wooden post laying in the dirt with the race arrow face down at a critical junction. Luckily that time I spotted a second arrow on a tree in the woods to the left before I continued straight. The runner ahead of me wasn’t quite so lucky and had to abruptly halt and retrace her steps when she realised the misdirect.

The rest of the race was brutal.

It was hot. Very hot. I was very glad that I had brought along my new cool off bandana and thought to fill it with ice before the race. That thing was wonderful when we had to dart across the scorching clearings between the trees. I still really struggled with the temperature though.

I also struggled with my mind and many of the ascents on this 8k. I was dispirited and totally thrown off by the inadvertent detour and extra mileage and was finding it hard to pace myself for what remained of the race. The hills had me walking in places as I exhausted myself going hell for leather trying to get back on the trail and back into the running. I played a little bit of trail leapfrog with one fit girl sporting a cute purple outfit with a matching bandana on her head. She ended up significantly ahead of me though as we broke free of the woods and were thrown out onto the mean final gravel trail and hill to the finish. Gritting my teeth I promised myself a final kick and unleashed everything I had left to get my legs really pounding and put her in my sights. I somehow stormed up the hill, my now well practised Crowders hill technique of quicker shorter strides and a lean into the gradient powering me up and past several girls who were slowing on that stretch (thanks Scott Jurek!). Purple bandana girl was still eluding me as I rounded the crest but I hunted her down and got her as we passed the trail head and entered the car park. With the end in sight it was tempting to cruise on in but don’t slow down now Kay! Uh oh, and now there’s a man with a camera – quick, try to look happy! Hurried gurning for the lens was accompanied by a final burst of sprint and I at least sealed my tenth place finish. The announcers called my name as I came in ahead of the purple bandana. Nice. Hooray!

It was a disappointing and aggravating run and no podium for me today. I had managed to claw back to fourth place in my age group though. My nemesis of course won the age group and I sadly watched as she declined the winning running skirt in favour of a Run Like a Girl tech tee. What?!!

I have no idea how she managed to stay on trail when the initial group of us got so lost. Ashley commented later that we must have missed the bit where the trail doubled back and gone straight on to the next junction, which is where we then assumed we had lost trail. She said there were a group of mountain bikers standing on the track on torn down barrier tape when she ran that bit. I remember the bikers too and I’m thinking that they were maybe blocking the correct route as we came past.

Oh well, very annoying, but I suppose it’s not a race that I’ll forget in a hurry! Especially because I’ll be sporting an awesome new running skirt to remind me!

Oh yes! After the raffle drawing and winners had been awarded their prizes, there were still a few items remaining. If you remember first place 30-35 age group winner had declined her running skirt. I was then stood in the right place at the right time when one of the organisers asked if anyone there had been in the lead pack that had got so lost. Of course, I was quick to yell “YES! Meeeeeee!” and share my frustrations. He commiserated with me, seemed to be genuinely concerned and then made it all better instantly with a runningskirts.com free skirt coupon code! Fantastic! I practically skipped back to my car daydreaming about which lovely new skirt I’m going to pick to wear for my Twisted Ankle half marathon, and then the North Devon AONB half in England, where I will not lose trail!