Sunday 2nd September 2018. Approximately an hours drive from Sunningdale through to Noordhoek. So it really was a case of being up with the birds this morning, yes 05h00. On opening our garage door we were met with heavy showers – a sign of things to come i’m thinking. So off we set and well within an hour we reached our destination and parked in a well designated area. The office was open for late entries and number collections – Nico Loubser however, collected his and my number the previous day, so no queing or hanging about for this. The tea/coffee tents were buzzing with folk getting in a quick hot drink before braving the colder elements, mostly all suitably dressed for what lay ahead. Possible temperature in Noordhoek a chilly 8 or 9 degrees – with rain or showers even, predicted. The ever faithful Porta Loo’s were there in abundance, not disapointing those (including me) who needed a last one before hitting the road. Again, really well organized with very little or no queing and a dedicated official armed with a ‘flushing bucket’. Very impressive.
07h30 was set off time and that’s exactly what we did. En masse we left the start line and shuffled our way forward to a narrow opening allowing just 2 or 3 runners at one given time to start the Camel Run. Once through this and over a small slippery wooden bridge, it was go go go. Until . . . yes, I have to add this – the dreaded camel hump hills that every man and his dog had warned me about. Peter Chong had previously posted that the climbs were 329 metres x 2, I would have guessed they were a little more than that. Torturous to be perfectly honest. Handsoncoach Alan Green had advised me to run 20 steps then walk 20 steps, run 20 then walk 20. I really started off with good intention until my second set and then all resistance crumbled. Yup – all that good sound advice went in one ear and out the other. I literally had to drag my sorry rear end up the camel humps muttering obscenities at each step.
Absolute bliss at the top of the hill however, one could see for miles if one dared take their eyes off the tricky surrounding terrain. Down hill’s of grassy patches disguised under moss covered slippery stones – just asking to be slipped on or tripped over. The remainder of the run was actually quite pleasant, if one likes running in the rain? I was totally soaked from top to bottom along with every other participant. Fabulous job from the marshalls – each one cheering us on – flags in hands for good direction.
And so crossing the final hurdle of yet more puddles and rain clouds, the last km became a reality that the Camel Run had been completed. The hills were hard, no other way to describe them. A beautiful run in the most scenic surroundings. Finishers received a Camel Run Buff and I for one shall treasure mine forever. What an experience. And of course congratulations to all who entered and finished this course especially Iain Park-Ross who won his age category. Who knew being 60 could be such fun!!
See you there next year . . . I’m in it for another Buff! Fat bottom girls you make the rocking world go round.