{"id":224,"date":"2018-04-21T11:03:45","date_gmt":"2018-04-21T10:03:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/?p=224"},"modified":"2018-04-21T11:03:45","modified_gmt":"2018-04-21T10:03:45","slug":"le-migoual-2017","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/?p=224","title":{"rendered":"Le Migoual 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/04\/NS-on-Migoual.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-227\" src=\"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/04\/NS-on-Migoual-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/04\/NS-on-Migoual-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/oldsports.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/04\/NS-on-Migoual-768x576.jpg 768w, http:\/\/oldsports.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/04\/NS-on-Migoual-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><em>Freezing on the top!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The first ever Migoual Concept race took place on the 13-14th May 2017. A simple \u201cconcept:\u201d start from Millau, south Aveyron, France where Norman Foster\u2019s spectacular viaduct spans the Tarn, run along the GR62 marked trail to the top of Mont Aigoual in the Cevennes and return to Millau along the same route. Total distance out and back of 130km. To allow the race to take place with a minimalist organization, all were in teams of two or three, running on a buddy system meaning that hopefully, nobody would get lost \u2013 or at least if they did, they would have company. The Migoual event is an addition to the established \u2018Verticausse\u2019 weekend which includes races of various lengths and <em>d\u00e9nivell\u00e9<\/em> (vertical ascent). The main eponymous run, favored by the elite runners, is a marathon length trail run with over 2000m of ascent which the elite finish in around four hours.<\/p>\n<p>I have run a few long distance runs before, these have all been on or around the 80km limit between \u2018trail\u2019 and \u2018ultra.\u2019 I was not too concerned myself about the extra 40 k but my family was. My daughter in particular advised against. She was somewhat mollified by my promise not to \u2018overdo it.\u2019 This was easily made since I never overdo my sporty events, always run or bike in my comfort zone and can\u2019t imagine how Paula Radcliffe does it with all the grimacing.<\/p>\n<p>The race started at a very civilized 10am with a briefing at the Caf\u00e9 du Golf. We were provided with maps of the run and one member of each team carried a GPS beacon so that the organisers, family and friends could follow us along the route. After a couple of great free expressos, all part of the deal, along with big chunks of sugary <em>fouace<\/em>, a local specialty, an orange flower water flavored brioche and excellent fuel for trailers. Speaking of which, Anglophone runners in France might like to know that the word \u2018trail\u2019 is in general pronounced \u2018try\u2019 in French. This can be an embarrassment when you engage with someone using the English pronunciation.<\/p>\n<p>We set off of under cloudy skies with a forecast of showers and even thunderstorms neither of which fortunately materialized. Millau, an old Roman town, is deep down in the valley of the Tarn and there is only one way to go\u2026 up. For us this meant a stiff climb onto the Causse Noir limestone plateau. As we plodded on, a few breaks in the clouds suggested that the earlier forecast was a bit off. Later in the day, the skies cleared pretty much completely and on the top, it really became a perfect day for a trot across the mountain.<\/p>\n<p>There were no sprinters in our midst but as we progressed at a steady walking pace up the road at first and then onto the trails, me and my buddy slipped gently back down the field until we were installed with the stragglers. This was no problem. The time limit for the 130 k was a generous-seeming 28 hours.<\/p>\n<p>There is one thing I need to explain though; my running partner suffers from a curious malady. Like other sports people as I understand, he is fine doing pretty well any distance as a training run, but on the big day, if it is an actual event, he gets nauseous and throws up. First chunder session came after five or six kilometers. Other race participants expressed concern but I explained that this was \u2018normal.\u2019 The distraction meant that we lost contact with the rest of the field and also, our way. When I checked my GPS, we were a good 500m too far along the main path. A short back track and we came across a huge cairn and a copiously signed path off to the side. How could we have missed it? Incidentally the GPS (a Garmin 64 with the IGN\u2019s digital 1:25,000 scale topo maps) was a great, almost essential companion. Following the GR with a map during daylight is OK but at night, pretty well impossible. Around KM 1O we came across a couple with the same GPS who were puzzling over the apparent difference between the downloaded route and the path. Seemed like we were both on the same trail and there was no alternative so we ploughed on. The couple were Rumanians, he a member of the French Foreign Legion, she, his girlfriend, a tattooist. I wondered aloud what work there was for a tattooist in <em>La Cavalerie<\/em>, now home to the 13e demi-brigade of la L\u00e9gion. She pointed out that the L\u00e9gionnaires were a big captive market. She by the way had never run a race in her life and was just doing it because she figured that she could!<\/p>\n<p>The minimalist organization offered several unattended water points but only one food and rest station, strategically placed at KM 44 so that it divvied up the run into three equal parts. My buddy was of the opinion, probably influenced by his malady, that you needed to get in and out of the station asap, I was not so sure. While he operates on a low to no calorie intake, I, over the years, have taken to eating more and more? In the event we ended up taking a short break when he produced a couple of egg sandwiches. I scoffed mine in a couple of seconds. He put him in his backpack for later \u2013 I suspect he didn\u2019t touch it.<\/p>\n<p>Apart from not taking a decent break at the rest point, our other error was to underestimate quite how cold the night was going to be. The forecasts being for cloudy weather had it that the nighttime temperature was not going to fall too much. But of course, the sunny day that had emerged by then foretold a chilly night on the mountain. We left with far too lightweight jackets packed. Anyhow we were still feeling pretty hot with the steady climb.<\/p>\n<p>Feeling good after the rest we attacked the mountain part of the race. Really a very steady 20km climb. As night fell we me the leaders coming back, rather later than I expected. I believe that the elite runners probably eschewed the \u2018concept race,\u2019 maybe waiting till it got a bit more famous. The leaders were not too talkative \u2013 a \u2018salut\u2019 \u2018bon courage\u2019 at the most. But as we went down the field folks got more and more chatty \u2013 unfortunately they all had the same preoccupation \u2013 our attire. As we would find out shortly, it was very cold on top \u2013 5\u00b0C with a 40kph wind. We were still in shorts and singlet \u2013 The \u2018<em>attention, il fait tres froid la haut<\/em>\u2019 while we were both comfortably warm with the steady effort was getting quite irritating. I figured that we would put the little extra clothing we did have when we felt cold! We held our own until the top \u2013 a bare mountain situation with a good kilometer to run where we were really exposed. I gave short shrift to the last couple who harangued us to dress up \u2018OK, OK! That\u2019s the 15<sup>th<\/sup> time!\u2019 But we complied, putting on our thin shells which really didn\u2019t make much difference.<\/p>\n<p>We hit the top of le Mont Aigoual at midnight, greeted by a couple of <em>benevoles<\/em> who shepherded us up the metal spiral staircase to the viewpoint. It was a clear night \u2013 you could see lights in the distance, but I was too cold to take much notice. We had been promised a \u2018surprise\u2019 on the top. Turned out to be beer (neither of us drink) and a packet of goodies \u2013 including some small <em>sausisson sec<\/em>, a packet of Haribos and some shrink-wrapped <em>madeleines<\/em>. Probably the best thing was the plastic bag these came in that served me as an improvised glove, swapping from one hand to the other as the night got colder and colder.<\/p>\n<p>On the way down, even out of the wind, I was still around 5\u00b0. The result was that we ran (relatively) fast to keep warm. Running fast is not a good thing to do on a 130km trail run.\u00a0As our supporters who were tracking us online throughout the night (concerns for our mental health had turned into concerns for our wellbeing) told us later we moved up from pretty much last 23<sup>rd<\/sup> to 18<sup>th<\/sup> and we zipped past other teams. We also benefitted from my GPS while others, trying to follow the trails in the dark, just got lost.<\/p>\n<p>Another stop at the <em>Lanu\u00e9jols<\/em> watering hole \u2013 a different atmosphere altogether \u2013 some sleeping, some walking wounded. I ate some more. We both faffed around wondering what to wear next. It was still cold but it would soon be daylight. I stuck with my lightweight kit. My buddy put on his anorak. The next 10 k or so went OK although I was pretty cold and think that a degree of hypothermia was affecting my judgement. I read after the race that while your body can assimilate calories from fat, your brain needs sugar. I think \u2013 or rather I justified post facto that this was the start of my downfall. A vicious circle whereby you a) are fed up with SIS\/GU type stuff\u2026 b) your brain suffers and c) you decide not to bother \u2026 and so on.<\/p>\n<p>I like to think that if I had kept on piling in the calories, I would not have, quite suddenly, around KM 100, started to be pissed off with my companion who was trotting down the hill I great form while I began to struggle. We lost a lot of time and by KM 110, I was pooped. Also, KM 110 was a very strategic, closest point to our holiday home where the family, a shower and hot meal awaited. I decided to bail out. My buddy completed the course with the Rumanians. All ended pretty well really. The furthest I had ever run before was 80k over a much easier course. So 110 was pretty respectable. And I find that ultras are a lot about knowing the course and oneself. A mental note for next year: more calories in, better clothing, no sprinting.<\/p>\n<p>One curious fascinating fact, seemingly well known to ultra runners, bloated hands! Spending a long time with arms dangling down as you shuffle along means that blood pools in your hands. It can make taking off your outer shell rather tricky!<\/p>\n<p>Next one is on the 12<sup>th<\/sup> of May. Generously, the organisers have given us an extra three hours to complete the distance. I expect we will need them. More on\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.verticausse.com\/migoual\">https:\/\/www.verticausse.com\/migoual<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Freezing on the top! The first ever Migoual Concept race took place on the 13-14th May 2017. A simple \u201cconcept:\u201d start from Millau, south Aveyron, France where Norman Foster\u2019s spectacular viaduct spans the Tarn, run along the GR62 marked trail to the top of Mont Aigoual in the Cevennes and return to Millau along the &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/?p=224\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Le Migoual 2017<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,4],"tags":[28],"class_list":["post-224","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-english","category-running","tag-trail-running"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/224","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=224"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/224\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":228,"href":"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/224\/revisions\/228"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=224"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=224"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/oldsports.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=224"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}