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| On chemin vert at 7 km into the race. Photo by Jonathan Bostock. |
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| The plane tree alley in Mortain. (photo by A.Anichkin taken on a different day) |
Today's run from St-Hilaire-du-Harcouët to Mortain with Francesca and a crowd of about 600-700 runners (correction: 374 runners finished the race): 15.75 km - 1 hour 36 min. on my pedometer, -2ºC in the morning, +9ºC at the finish, brilliant sunshine and no wind. I came 270th, but who cares. when it's a perfect running day.
It was a proper race organised by the Normandy athletic federation, the athletic clubs of St-Hilaire-de-Harcourt and Mortain, two medieval towns covered in glory during the battle of Normandy in 1944.
The full 15.75 km run started at the mairie in St-Hilaire and finished at Mortain stade on top of the mountain where Mortain is perched on. After a streak through St-Hilaire, the run went onto a chemin vert - a green lane, the gravel-paved leisure path laid over the old railway line where no motor vehicles are allowed. One disadvantage is that gravel never lets you have a good grip but the big plus is that, as a former railroad, it has long gentle rises and equally long gentle down-hill stretches, which allows you to go at full throttle or to enjoy running at your own pace. I did the latter, keeping company with Francesca, who was running a duo — a relay run, with the course split into two segments roughly 7.5 km each for two runners competing as a team.
At the end of the course there is a horrible catch: just before entering Mortain you go off the chemin vert onto the main road where marshals flag the cars to go slow. But Mortain sits on a high mountain towering over the vast valley leading up onto the Mortain hill. And you have — right at the end of a gruelling course — to struggle all the way up that road. The French were out in force shouting Courage! and Allez-allez! as we huffed and puffed our way up, slowing down to hardly faster than a walk.
What makes it worthwhile, apart from the exhilarating feeling of accomplishment, is the spectacular view over the valley and the majestic plane-tree alley just as you enter the town on the serpentine road from St.-Hilaire.
I was very impressed with the logistics and organisation. The mayor of St-Hilaire came to wave off the runners at the start, and the mayor of Mortain came to see the finish. We had free box-fulls of safety pins today for dossards (race numbers) and electronic chips to mark the time, and lots and lots of marshals. And on the road up the mountain the only car that sped past me irritatedly was an English-reg Range Rover, French drivers were all patient and dead slow. And a great fete atmosphere at the end. The crowds were huge.
Update: full results are available here.
It was a proper race organised by the Normandy athletic federation, the athletic clubs of St-Hilaire-de-Harcourt and Mortain, two medieval towns covered in glory during the battle of Normandy in 1944.
The full 15.75 km run started at the mairie in St-Hilaire and finished at Mortain stade on top of the mountain where Mortain is perched on. After a streak through St-Hilaire, the run went onto a chemin vert - a green lane, the gravel-paved leisure path laid over the old railway line where no motor vehicles are allowed. One disadvantage is that gravel never lets you have a good grip but the big plus is that, as a former railroad, it has long gentle rises and equally long gentle down-hill stretches, which allows you to go at full throttle or to enjoy running at your own pace. I did the latter, keeping company with Francesca, who was running a duo — a relay run, with the course split into two segments roughly 7.5 km each for two runners competing as a team.
At the end of the course there is a horrible catch: just before entering Mortain you go off the chemin vert onto the main road where marshals flag the cars to go slow. But Mortain sits on a high mountain towering over the vast valley leading up onto the Mortain hill. And you have — right at the end of a gruelling course — to struggle all the way up that road. The French were out in force shouting Courage! and Allez-allez! as we huffed and puffed our way up, slowing down to hardly faster than a walk.
What makes it worthwhile, apart from the exhilarating feeling of accomplishment, is the spectacular view over the valley and the majestic plane-tree alley just as you enter the town on the serpentine road from St.-Hilaire.
I was very impressed with the logistics and organisation. The mayor of St-Hilaire came to wave off the runners at the start, and the mayor of Mortain came to see the finish. We had free box-fulls of safety pins today for dossards (race numbers) and electronic chips to mark the time, and lots and lots of marshals. And on the road up the mountain the only car that sped past me irritatedly was an English-reg Range Rover, French drivers were all patient and dead slow. And a great fete atmosphere at the end. The crowds were huge.
Update: full results are available here.
And here's a photo by Francesca from last year's race.
