Rene Borg

17 May, 2011

TEAM RESULTS

MEN
1. Rathfarnham WSAF 10 (2 Barry Minnock, 3 Jason Reid, 5 Aaron O'Donohue)
2. Crusaders AC 57 (11 Amidou Dembele, 12 Jonathan, 34 Oran Murphy)
3. Sli Cualann 80 (8 Ben Mooney, 26 Jimmy Synnott, 46 Cormac Conroy)
4. Boards AC 91 (21 John Ahern, 27 Laurence Colleran, 43 John O'Neill)
5. CNOC 115 (35 Ruairi Short, 38 Brian Hill, 42 Conor Short)
6. UCD 135 (6 Brian Caulfield, 20 Niall Fox, 109 Brendan Deery)
7. Glenasmole 281 (67 Cillian Stewart, 98 Thomas Galvin, 116 Des Doyle)
8. GEN 452 (89 Stephen Doorly, 181 Mick Kellett, 182 Brendan Doherty)
9. Raheny Shamrocks 540 (176 David Brady, 179 Ciaran McGrath, 185 Mike Gomm)

WOMEN
1. Sli Cualann 40 (1 Jenny McAuley, 16 Aisling Renshaw, 23 Liz Ryan)
2. Crusaders AC 43 (9 Roisin McDonnell, 14 Susan Seager, 20 Lornie O'Dwyer)
3. Clonliffe Harriers 62 (5 Karen Duggan, 8 Mags Greenan, 49 Jean O'Neill)
4. Setanta 109 (10 Hazel Thompson, 43 Melanie Walsh, 56 Caitlin Bent)

Dermot Murphy

13 May, 2011

Barry Minnock writes:

Prince Willie’s conjures happy memories within (the hill, not the person – time to rename this peak :) Two appearances, two victories – would three out of three be possible? I was keen to recover from defeat in Bray and my current nemesis, Tom Hogan, was back for the battle. I was well beaten in Bray, feeling particularly unfit after a recent injury spell. Two weeks later and I was feeling stronger.

The start was relatively calm. No Colm Hill this year to spice up the pace from the gun. Surprisingly Tom and I opened a gap within a short period. There were a few in the field who easily could have tagged along, but perhaps decided to play safe and race for third. Having been demolished by Tom up the hill in Bray (I almost went into cardiac arrest), my objective was to hang in until the top. This all went to plan, together up through the forest and along the Wicklow Way. I jumped into the single path up to the peak first to control the pace – didn’t want to make it easy on Tom to pull away. Felt very controlled up the hill, saving myself for the descent (mistake #1). To my surprise I actually opened a wee gap and probably had about 10 metres at the peak. Down the initial boggy hill and couldn’t hear anything behind – always a good sign, but then again it was bog so what was I going to hear?

I was quick, but cautious (mistake #2) down the hill. Perhaps a little too cautious as by the time we got to the gully beside the stone wall it was neck and neck. There was mutual respect down the dangerous descent through the gully and forest, with no one making a move – preventing injury a priority for both. At the forest exit it was race on. Initially I took to the front, but then on the fire road it was clear I was lacking speed training – Tom was pulling away. I caught back up briefly at the barrier, with Tom using the safe hand technique and I went for the clear jump to make time. Tom pulled away strongly again on the down section. I made a push up the sharp last hill and caught again, but Tom managed to get the apex of the turn first at the final gate (mistake #3). It was just too difficult to recover on the home straight. Tom deserved victory – he wanted it more – clear by his condition on the finish line. Really enjoyable race – thanks to all the organisers, particularly Eoin (although not sure about route change). Competition healthy – I’ll be back :)

Jason Reid writes:

Meanwhile further back in the field...

Prince William's Seat race report

This year’s Prince William’s Seat race was essentially 4km up a hill and 4km back down. The course started with 800m of wide open fire trail, then entered the forest and wound its way up a steep dark track. After exiting the top of the forest and joining the Wicklow Way trail briefly, the course takes in an anti-clockwise loop that meanders across open country (no trees, for the most part just a narrow muddy trail through scrub and heather) via the summit of Prince William's Seat, before eventually rejoining the forest trail and taking the same route back to the start/finish line. This was not a course for the feint-hearted. It is rough under-foot, that requires not only strength and fitness, but also a good bit of agility, surefootedness and concentration.

The field assembling at the start line was worryingly strong, with a larger-than-usual contingent of Rathfarnham club runners hoping to secure a lucrative spot on the club’s Wicklow Way Relay team, plus considerable threat from unaffiliated runners. So much for treating the race as a mid-week tempo training session in the hills – this was set to be quite a battle.

There were no big surprises off the start. Barry Minnock and Wexford runner Tom Hogan pushed the pace from the beginning. A crew of Rathfarnham runners comprising myself, Aaron O'Donogue, Kevin Bolger, John Brennan and John MacEnri tucked in behind them, with Brian Caulfield close behind.

My legs were burning more-or-less from the start, whereas the other lads seemed quite un-phased by the steep ascent. Some days climbing is very difficult, and this was one of those days. So I revised my race plan to: reach the summit without having lost too much ground, and then try to pick guys off on the way down.

Barry and Tom seemed not to notice that we were running up a hill, and as a result managed to build up an un-closable gap on us by the time we reached the summit. John Brennan pushed ahead on the Wicklow Way section and was probably 80 metres ahead of us at the turning point. I reached the summit in 6th place – four of the guys ahead of me were Rathfarnham runners (i.e. not looking good for my prospects of running the WW relay). I needed to step up my game. Thankfully my descent is normally better than my climb.

Four kilometres remained in the race, three of which were narrow trail which can make overtaking very difficult. Passing involves trying your luck running through heather or deep bog on the fringe of the track. John Brennan was in third position, and I wanted to catch him. Either the three of us would pull him back together, or I would have to overtake Kevin and Aaron and go it alone (if possible). But before any definite decision was required, we reached the brow of a hill to discover John Brennan standing ahead of us on the edge of the track, have just salvaged his mud-clad dislodged shoe from a deep quagmire. We sailed past him, not quite knowing what to say.

The game had changed again - now we just had to worry about each other. There were just under 3km remaining in the race – 2km of narrow technically challenging trail and then 800m of wide speedy fire trail to the finish. From a tactical perspective, there were two options.

If I could overtake the lads on the rough stuff then there was a chance that I'd be able to open up a gap, and take the pressure off a bit. But attempting to overtake here would be risky, because there is a good chance of falling or making harder work for myself (e.g. by going knee deep into a hole under the heather on the track-edge). In any case, it’s one thing to overtake a tentative road-runner who is struggling with the terrain, but it’s another thing altogether trying to pass these lads!

Or I could sit in and wait until the fire trail where the track widens and hopefully be able to out-kick the lads close to the finish.

I decided to hold back until the fire trail and then try my luck.

The forest tunnel was eerily dark, you could barely see where you were stepping as you descended the steep tree root ladder. As soon as I saw the light penetrating through the forest wall below, I found a gap and accelerated past the lads out onto the wide and welcoming fire trail. I’ve run enough 400 metre repeats with Kevin to know that he has a fierce kick, and decided that I’d rather push him hard with 800m to go than leave it to a sprint finish. The three of us bombed it down the hill, hurdled the “Beechers Brook” gate and rounded a couple of corners to finish in 3rd, 4th, and 5th respectively.

No doubt that this is just one of many battles that take place every week throughout the field of IMRA runners. You can’t beat IMRA races for a bit of healthy competition and exciting racing between mates.