I'm number 234.
On 15th August I went to Tywyn in mid-Wales to attempt something called "race the train", a 14 mile fell run against a steam train down a muddy valley and back again.
After a rough night camping it all seemed like a tall order, so i planned to start slowly- from the back infact- and just take in the amazing scenery. It began on a bridge over the railway with the train underneath full of screaming kids, then the whistle blew, everyone cheered and we set off.
The first half was hilly cross country through farms and fields, occasionally intercepting the train route where you could hear the train's peep and chuff echoing through the trees along with the hysterical cheer from the kids onboard. Then at 7 miles we turned around and headed up one side of the valley onto some boggy, slippy, single track and woodland. By now i realised i was going to make it round so started to speed up, and found myself wearing a stupid grin as i bounded through the mud, overtaking people. It was such GOOD FUN. Coming back into the village for the finish i was running flat out and still couldn't stop smiling, thinking what a brilliantly absurd event this was, and how we should all do it next year,- in TEAM RUBBISH RUNNING VESTS.
The day was rounded off perfectly sat drinking by the camp fire, overlooking the beach as the sun set into the sea.
OMG It's my one of my few life's goals. To take up fell running. POssibly the only reason for moving to the country.
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