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looselucy · 6 years ago

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Master of None

November 17th “Oi.” Harry gently nudged the side of my stomach with his foot. I was laying with my head at the foot of his bed, flat on my stomach, head resting on my arms, feeling rather sleepy. I’d been expecting an afternoon nap, but it seemed Harry had different ideas. “Mm?” “You wanna sit on my face?”

I immediately whipped my head over my shoulder to look at him, eyes wide, mouth agape. The left hand side of his lips were raised, back propped against the wall behind him, awaiting my answer and looking the complete opposite of coy whilst doing so. “I’m sorry?” I gawped. “You heard.” “Do… Do you want me to?” “Definitely.” I don’t know why I was so surprised, really. Maybe it was down to his blunt delivery, or the fact that Sam had never been too keen on oral; it seemed to be one of those things that was expected from women but a blessing from men. It certainly felt like a blessing then. “Holy shit. You’re dreamy, Harry Styles.” “Is that a yes?” I answered by practically jumping up from my spot, going back to him to straddle his waist and kiss him eagerly, the two of us already nude, which I was thankful for. We’d been like this all week. It felt like I’d practically moved into his place, it was verging on ridiculous. I’d been tempted to say we should have a break, just for a couple of days, but then he’d say something like that and I’d never want to leave his fucking house again. I’d also realised the other day that Harry seemed to know the limit where I didn’t. I thought he’d call a break if he felt it necessary. That Wednesday, I had stormed into our one on one class with one thing my mind, shutting the door and rushing over to kiss him, hot and ready. “Hey,” He had gasped against my lips, slowly taking my hips into his hands and pushing me away delicately. “Hey hey hey, chill out.” “What?” I’d groaned. “C’mon. We’re here for a reason, right? We’ll do that later.” “Or we could do it now.” “That’s not the point of these classes.” He’d told me confidently. “You’re gorgeous, Alf, and any other time, I’m yours. But I still have a job to do here, and that’s to make you strong. To make you feel safe. M’not gunna stop that now. What we do here, it’s important. It needs to stay platonic, okay? As… much as possible.” As much as there was a part of me that had been frustrated by that, at the same time I couldn’t be. He was right, we needed to focus on the real reason I was there having those lessons in the first place, and I liked that he wasn’t letting his dick get the better of him. We’d gotten carried away in that environment once, but that was before we knew we could have each other, almost like he’d grabbed the chance whilst it was there, maybe thinking it was his one opportunity and he had to take it. He knew we couldn’t make a habit of that. He was continuing to surprise me. The class had played out as it normally did, he’d challenged me and taught me and helped me to feel better, and just before the rest of the women arrived, he’d kissed me. It was ideal. So that was what had become of my days. I’d work, I’d nip home, and then I’d go to his. Unless we were at the pub or they had another football game, it was always us, usually at his house and occasionally at mine. We were due to go to the pub that night, but we had a few hours to kill before we were meeting everyone, and I really liked how Harry had suggested to pass the time away. His kissed down my body as he slid slowly down the bed, right down my chest and stomach until he was flat, his palms brushing over then holding onto my hips. My chest already felt tight; in fact, my whole body felt weak, simply because I knew what he was about to do to me. In a strange way, I was nervous. The position I was in almost felt like a vulnerable one, but I knew he’d make me feel at ease as much as he could. I could feel his breath against me, a sign of how eager he was, drawn out and yet quick all at the same time. He nudged upwards slightly, the very tip of his nose teasing my clit, my stomach already twirling, a light curse curling across my lips. “Come to me.” He demanded quietly. Closing my eyes, I gradually lowered myself, leaving little room for air and feeling his mouth on me instantly, his perfect lips imprinting my most sensitive area. He was slow, his hands caressing my skin, his actions so delicate but commanding, the way his mouth moved and jaw clicked utterly dreamlike. Heat tore through my body in waves, woozy within seconds, feeling him fuck his tongue into me like I was the one thing he ever wanted to taste. I could sense my balance tipping, reaching down to find his hands on my hips, placing mine atop his in an attempt to steady myself, find some form of centre. I could faintly feel his scars beneath my palms, the anomalous rise and fall of his skin, noticeably worse on his left hand than his right. He repositioned our hands rather rapidly, entwining our digits and gripping tight. His mouth moved slowly, sensual, so drawn out that I could track every single movement he made, each curve of his lips and flick of his tongue its own force to be reckoned with. He created an inordinate sensation inside my body that had never existed before. “You’re too good.” I panted. “Oh fuck. Fuck.” My hips moved, reacting to the pleasure he gave, looking down and finally opening my eyes to see him, and he looked so fucking into it that my rapture increased. His eyes were closed, his skin looking soft, glowing; stunningly beautiful. What I’d found about Harry was that his beauty didn’t seem to tire or become regular, it augmented. Every time I was with him, I noticed it more, different features or characteristics that not just reminded me of his attractiveness, but reinforced it, like it was a lesson to be learnt and understood. I held onto his hands tighter, whimpering when he moaned against me, sucking my crux, his vocal satisfaction so heavy it worked as a vibration and took the experience to a completely new level. I had still yet to become accustom with how good he was, or at least how good we were together. There was a link, straight from my body to his that made each sexual interaction absolutely mind blowing. I didn’t doubt for a second that we could be great with other people, but I knew that something special happened when it was both of us. I had to remind myself to breathe, keeping my eyes trained on him, my grip on his hands tight, immersed in the way he looked as he ate me out with passion and poise. I could feel myself waning, weary and blissed out. His actions were relentless, not pausing or tempering for even a moment. “Har... Harry, I-I can’t.” I was trembling, the responses of my stomach so unfamiliar I hardly knew how manage it. Then, he opened his eyes, his lids bolting upwards so he was looking directly at me, flattening his tongue and tilting his head back so that it ran over me completely, his features slowly revealing themselves until I got to see the striking glisten around his mouth. I was done. With one final, loud moan, my stomach untangled and my orgasm hit, flowing from my body and seeming to drag every bit of energy and equilibrium with it. I lolled my head back, shocked into stillness for a while, my stamina fucking draining from me. I was exhausted. I let go of his hands and fell backwards, landing uncomfortably on his legs before rolling onto the bed, flopping onto my stomach, feeling as though I was almost close to tears. He’d fucked the life out of me with his mouth alone. I could just about hear him shuffling, moving about behind me, but I didn’t have the capacity to look, having a few moments that I wished were hours where my mind was too blank and body too weak to concentrate on anything. The only thing that introduced the smallest bit of life to me was the way my ears pricked, hearing the unmistakeable sound of him tearing into a condom. All too soon his hands were back on my hips, hauling me back to him, on my knees with my head still on the mattress. “Harry, I… I don’t think I can. You’ve killed me.” He snapped his body over mine, kissing all the way up my spine until his lips were beside my ear, whispering. “I promise, m’not gunna last long. I’m so turned on, I won’t fucking last. Please. Please.” Breathless, I nodded, widening my legs for him, wanting to return the favour, grateful he wouldn’t last long and yet also a little eager for what he was about to do. It was a bizarre feeling. He kissed my neck, a way of thanking me, and then he moved back, lining himself and pushing into me with speed, releasing a beautiful bleat of relief as soon as he was inside, already quite obvious that it wasn’t going to last long. I liked that about Harry. Giving pleasure was all part of it for him. He wasn’t just waiting to get some attention himself, being selfish, because giving was his way of receiving, and the more I picked up on all these things, the more grateful I became for the way I’d gone back to our arrangement despite my initial reservations. His thrusts were vicious, each one accompanied by beautiful sounds of sweet fulfilment, one hand reaching up to grab at my hair, gathering it all and pulling it back, forcing my gaze upwards, and then he was done. As quickly as he’d promised, it was over, his body as weak as mine had been, groaning as he fell down to me, quickly kissing my back once again. “Holy shit.” He breathed restlessly. “Told ya.” I was giggling when he fell to his side of the bed, the two of us completely collapsing, me with my face in the sheets and Harry gazing up to the ceiling, taking our time to recover from the experience. I figured we’d spend a good while in silence. Usually after such a vigorous workout, we’d have our time, cooling down, wallowing in the empty space and silence of our comedowns, but something happened that meant that this time, that wasn’t an option. “Shit.” I heard him, opening one eye and seeing the panic in his eyes. “Shit. What the fuck?” “What?” I creaked. “The condom broke.” “What?” “The fucking condoms broke, Alfie. What the fuck?” He shot upright. “Shit. What should we do? Holy shit.” “Harry, calm down.” I huffed, closing my eyes again, shaking my head. “What should we do? Do we… Do we need to get the morning after pill? Does it cost? Do you need money?” “Don’t worry about it.” “I’m sorry, I… I can’t help it! We need to be safe. For fuck sake, Alfie, we need to-” “I can’t have kids.” I opened my eyes and said bluntly, which finally shut him up. His face dropped, silent for a few moments, taking in what I’d just told him, though I wasn’t sure it quite went in the first time. “What?” He gasped quietly. “I can’t have children. So honestly, don’t worry about it. No need to panic, because… I literally couldn’t get pregnant if I tried, so… lay back down. Relax.” He did as I’d instructed, laying down beside me, but keeping his eyes on me, with this look on his face that was somewhere between utter shock and feeling sorry for me. I closed my eyes again, blocking that look from my vision. It was a look I’d seen before, one I’d grown tired of. “Is it… Is it like… slim chance, or no chance at all?” He asked. “No chance. My ovary is fucked, basically. The doctors told me it was my tubes... Something… I dunno, it was years ago when I found out. I was born with an abnormality, and I’d have to have major surgery to even stand a chance. It’s not really an option for me.” “Shit. I’m sorry.” He spoke softly. “Don’t be. I mean… even when they told me, I wasn’t upset.” I opened my eyes to address him properly. “I’ve never… had that desire in me, y’know? That thing that made me crave having a baby. It’s not really something I want from my life, so I’ve always been okay with it.” He nodded, still seeming solemn, but like he understood at least. The only thing that had ever bothered me about it was the thought of my future with someone else. I think that was one of the other reasons I’d stayed with Sam for so long, because I knew he was okay with it. He was the same as me, he didn’t see children in his future, so it was okay! But I hated the thought of falling for someone and getting serious and them distancing because they wanted a family and I didn’t. Other than that, it had never really meant anything to me. I knew I didn’t need that to be fulfilled and happy with my life. “I know what you mean. Doesn’t appeal to me either, to be honest.” Harry admitted, sharing one of the few very personal things I knew about him. “Really?” “Nah. I think… families are complicated. Too complicated. I don’t think kids are everyone’s happy ending, and that’s okay. It shouldn’t be so expected of people.” “I agree.” I didn’t know whether he was saying that thinking he was making me feel better, like he thought on some level it really did bother me, but he seemed honest enough. I think maybe I was just surprised by such honesty from him, such a revealing statement. I felt like I’d learnt more about Harry in the last minute than I had in the last few months of knowing him. “Shit. That got deep quick.” I joked after we’d been quiet for a while. “Yeah, pretty much.” He chuckled with me, looking back to the ceiling. “So there’s no need to worry about the condom. Also, I vote we both get checked out, and once we see we’re both clean, we fuck the condoms off completely. I’m on the injection anyway to stop my periods, and I fucking hate condoms.” “I do too. Yeah, deal.” We shook hands haphazardly. “We’re always on the same page, me and you. It’s good.” “It’s working well, innit?” I grinned. “It’s working very well. Even better than I expected. I’m thriving.” He leered. It did seem perfect. I’d expected problems to arise almost instantaneously, but we’d yet to face any. There were no suspicions, nothing was too complicated, it was all going so bloody smoothly. The sound of a phone ringing burst our bubble, Harry quickly recognising it as his own, leaning down off the side of the bed to retrieve it. He went still for a while, staring at the name of whoever was calling him, like he’d frozen. I moved, sitting myself up, Harry staring for so long that he missed the call completely. “Everything alright?” “Uh… Sorry, I need to call them back.” He began to clamber off the bed. “I’ll be back in a minute.” “Okay.” I watched him as he walked out of the room, holding the phone to his ear and storming off to the far end of the corridor, out of earshot, soon talking quietly to ensure I couldn’t hear a word, looking rather miserable from what I could see. I lay back down, granting him the privacy he so clearly desired, but questioning who was on the other end. It wasn’t only down to the way he’d reacted to the call, but the call itself. I’d never seen him take a call in all our time together, I didn’t know of him really having other contacts, people from his past, friends or family; it seemed he’d come to Rosebury and built his existence around our village and us, and everything before that was forgotten. It seemed to me, that Harry was on the phone to his history, or some form of it. And he didn’t seem happy about it.

“I am getting wrecked tonight.” Niall sighed. I could tell everyone wanted to make a night of it, because we’d found ourselves in The Royal Rose, and karaoke was on the cards. We’d only been there around an hour, none of us quite drunk enough to take the stage quite yet, except maybe Lincoln, who had already been and searched through the songbook a total of six times, meaning it wouldn’t be too long. There was a very drunk man already up at the front singing a rather painful rendition of Bat Out of Hell, giving it his all whilst simultaneously looking as though he could nod off at any moment. “I’ve never noticed how long this song is before.” Louis grated, the two of us leaning back against the bar. “Like, I knew it was long, but fucking hell.” “I think he’s doing a beautiful job.” I quipped. “He’s murdering it in his own special way, isn’t he?” He smiled, taking a speedy sip of his pint. Lincoln bounced over us, clearly very excited, clapping his hands together and landing directly in front of us with a thud. “Right, that’s it, I’ve decided… I’m gunna sing Penny Arcade by Roy Orbison. That’s it. That’s the one. Oh my god, it’s gunna be great.” “Great choice!” I beamed. “Terrible choice!” Louis disagreed. “Lincoln, that is one of his worst. He had so many great songs and you’re gunna go with Penny Arcade?” “It’s an anthem.” Lin folded his arm, unimpressed. “It’s not.” After giving Louis a quick middle finger, he ran off to make his request, darting around tables like a madman. “I love that boy.” I cooed. The door opened, myself and Louis turning our heads instinctively, seeing that Harry had finally arrived. With how late he’d been, and the odd call he’d taken earlier in the day, I’d half expected him not to show up. It wasn’t long after the call that I’d left Harry’s home, sensing his low mood and allowing him space. He wasn’t on the phone for long, but whatever had been discussed had changed his mood rather greatly. I’d pretended it wasn’t something I’d picked up on, and left as casually as I could. It genuinely surprised me to see him. I smiled as he headed towards us, hands dug into his pockets, clearly still not quite himself. “Time d’ya call this?” Louis grinned. “Sorry.” Harry apologised sweetly, asking for a pint as soon as he’d got to the bar. “As punishment, you’re up next on karaoke.” Niall stepped into the conversation, Chloe and Libby sat on one of the tables just in front of us, Lin still excitedly talking to the DJ. “I don’t think so.” Harry snorted. “C’mon, you’re Harry Styles, jack of all trades, good at everything, best looking lad in Rosebury-” “Rude.” Louis huffed. “Defender of women and man after my heart. I bet good money you can sing.” “Jack of all trades, master of none.” Harry shrugged, then going to pay for his drink. “Fine, alright, you’ve pulled my leg, we’ll do a duet.” Niall sighed. “I think we could take on Islands in the Stream. Sound good to you?” “It’s not happening.” “I’ll go request it, darling. Don’t worry, you stay here and enjoy your pint. Warm up them vocal chords.” He winked, already on his way to make the request. “Niall!” Harry yelled, being ignored. “NIALL!” “Sorry, mate.” Louis sniggered. “Looks like you’re Kenny Rogers for the evening.” “What? I don’t even get to be Dolly?” He whined. “Niall is always Dolly.” I huffed. We’d all had to sing Islands in the Stream with Niall at some point, so if anything, Harry should have seen it as an honour; it was like his true initiation into the group. But usually, such a duet would take place at someone’s home or in the streets at a ridiculous hour, drunk out of our minds. Harry was sober and he had an audience, which made his proper welcoming to our team a difficult one. Harry paid for his drink, not looking too enthralled by his current situation, but at the same time, I could already see that it had cheered him up, his attempts to force the smile off his lips rather weak. Chloe and Libby got up to join the conversation fully, Chloe standing at my side whilst Libby immediately started poking fun at Harry for his upcoming karaoke session. “I hear you’re taking on Islands in the Stream?” She sniggered. “Apparently, but I don’t want to! I’m kinda… musically inept.” He carped. “Are you fuck.” I sniggered. “And how the hell would you know, Alfie Hunter?” He raised a brow. “Because-” I stopped myself just in time. I was about to go on a rant, how I’d seen the piano in his dining room, the worn down acoustic guitar in his spare room; I was about to say all that out loud to a group of people who knew Harry was private about his home and we wouldn’t be invited around any time soon. Thankfully, I caught on, shutting myself up for a few seconds before changing the course of my sentence. “You… You’re just one of those annoying people, I can tell. One of those dickheads who’s good at everything.” “Not true.” He fought. “Totally true. You’re gunna get up there and sing and you’re gunna be good, I can see it coming.” “You’ve got a nice voice.” Libby said. “Even the way you talk is nice.” “AND,” Niall joined the conversation again, likely having made the request and doomed Harry to a duet. “The face of a Greek god.” “Fucking hell, just got everything going for ya, don’t ya?” Louis confounded. “Got everyone bloody drooling.” “Are you jealous, Louis?” Chloe leaned into his ear. “Nah, I’m just saying, it’d probably be easier if you all to just got on your knees and kissed his arse.” “With pleasure.” Niall played. We were all laughing, including Harry, and I got so much pleasure seeing how happy we were making him, how much he was cheering up. It reminded me once again that Harry had moved somewhere and actually managed to find and make real friends, finally. We’d become this unit of people who could pick him up when he was down and I loved that, I loved that we could give him that, show him what it was like to have a real network of people around him who could make him laugh, people who cared about him, wanted the best for him. I couldn’t imagine what it was like, to have gone so long without that, but I truly hoped that he could see he’d found that in us, and he’d cherish it. “Testing, testing, one two.” We heard Lincoln’s voice from the front of the room, each of us turning to cheer him on. He was waving at us like a fucking child who’d just been dragged up onstage at a pantomime as the DJ introduced him and the song he’d chosen, all of us screaming and hollering like his bloody groupies as soon as the track started. “A light shone in the night some way ahead…” He began, adding in his own movements to accompany the song. Libby, Niall and Chloe started dancing together gleefully, myself, Louis and Harry still leaning against the bar, Harry a little dumbfounded. “Holy shit, he’s really into this, isn’t he?” He gawped as Lincoln performed a rather dramatic air grab. “Yeah, he takes it pretty seriously.” Louis laughed. “I love it. I could watch him do this all night.” I commented. “If it was just Lincoln doing song after song, I’d love it.” “The light I saw in the night was the penny arcade. COME ON!” We all joined in for the chorus. “Step up and play each machine seemed to say, as I walked round and round the penny arcade.” I pushed forward to dance and jump around with the other three idiots, loudly singing along and giving it our all. Louis and Harry remained up against the bar, too cool or sober to join in with us, clapping along and taking in what I imagined was a beautiful sight, the four of us flouncing around like fools with Lin at the front of the room spinning around as he sang. “Just ring the bell on the big bagatelle and you'll make all those coloured lights cascade. And music played, at the penny arcade. Yes it played and it played, played all the time, ROLL UP AND SPEND YOUR LAST DIME!” I felt so bloody happy, surrounded by my favourite people, being silly. The last time we’d gone to karaoke night, I’d still been with Sam, and I remembered we’d gotten into an argument before Lin was even drunk enough to take the stage. It felt nice to be there and to feel weightless, finally. I was so happy. The antics continued throughout the song, the lot of us shooting some life into the place, almost disappointed when it was over. We gave him a well-deserved round of applause, to which he bowed, followed by a quick curtsy, and then he was running back to us, everyone gathering around him excitedly. With no warning, Harry took my jumper between his fingers, dragging me back to him, out of the crowd, my back slamming against his stomach. He leaned down, whispering in my ear. “I’m staying at yours tonight, yeah?” I turned around to face him, creating a little distance so if anyone was to turn around and look, our conversation wouldn’t look suspicious. “Yeah, if you want.” “I want.” His eyes stalked up and down me, pulling me back to him. “Need another taste.” “Shh!” I cried as quietly as I could. “Someone’ll hear you!” “Wanna have you sat on me again. Grinding. Wanna feel you cum on my lips.” I pushed at his chest, stomach twisting, just in time before Niall leapt towards Harry, who was looking so frustratingly innocent, no one could ever guess at the filth he’d just been sharing with me. “C’mon, Styles, we’re up.” “Do I really have to?” He tried to protest one last time. “You really have to.” Niall took Harry’s hand and yanked him out of his place, pulling him to the front of the room so they could sing together, leaving me still feeling a little woozy. I certainly didn’t want to wish my evening away, not when I was having so much fun, but fuck, I really wanted to take him home. I tried to snap out of it as the DJ presented the two of them, stumbling back towards the team who were eagerly awaiting what was bound to be an interesting rendition. The music began, Niall stepping from side to side as Harry awkwardly lifted the microphone to his lips, eyes fixed on the screen, genuinely looking restless and anxious. He needn’t have been “Baby, when I met you there was peace unknown, I set out to get you with a fine tooth comb, I was soft inside, there was somethin' going on.” His voice, as we’d predicted, was lovely. Soft, gravely, deep, beautiful. We’d been expecting it, but then at the same time it felt bloody ridiculous, that it really was another thing Harry could add to his list, another talent, another way in which he was absolutely brilliant. “Oh fucking hell, he really can sing!” Louis blurted as the song continued. “I bet he’s got a big dick as well, it’s an absolute joke this.” I laughed loudly, hanging my arm around his shoulders and giving him a little squeeze before we started swaying from side to side, enjoying that for the first time, Niall was finally singing Islands in the Stream with someone who could actually harmonise with him. I never confirmed Louis’ suspicions, despite being fully aware of just how accurate his statement was.

#hehehehehehehehehHEHEHEHEHEHEHE #lets unpick Harry again shall we #HBS15 #1dff

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vitalcity · 9 years ago

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Horský beh Smolník - za oponou

Zorganizovať trailové bežecké preteky v prostredí Volovských vrchov sme s bratom Tomim zvažovali už dlhšie. Prvé nápady, trasy rôznej náročnosti a vzdialenosti vznikali už pred tromi rokmi. Veci sa pohli výrazne vpred na jar tohto roku, keď sa náš otec a Tomi dostali k informácii ohľadom snahy obce Smolník o organizáciu bežeckého podujatia. Predpokladám, že v tej dobe sa zvažovali cestné preteky.

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Tomi prevzal iniciatívu a spracoval projekt, návrh pretekov trailového formátu s niekoľkými variantmi tratí. Obec projekt podporila, a tak sme začiatkom leta už verejne oznámili termín a propozície pretekov. Tomi sa postaral aj o prezentáciu Horského behu Smolník na našom festivale Hory v Teniskách: Sprievodca ultrabehom a trailom v Košiciach 31. júla. Myslím, že sme nášmu podujatiu týmto gestom pripísali akýsi kredit a upozornili naň celoplošne, keďže festival Hory v Teniskách zaujal aj na západe krajiny v Bratislave, kde sme zaznamenali záujem o jeho novú epizódu.

Parametre tratí pretekov sme mali síce zverejnené, ale ich konkrétnu podobu sme poznali až tesne pred pretekmi :-) Pôvodnú 10km trať sme predĺžili o dva kilometre kvôli polomu, ktorý vznikol medzičasom na pôvodnej trati. Jeho obchádzku vymyslel Tomi vo štvrtok v noci, dva dni pred pretekami, keď pri roznáške prvých veci na miesto štartu sám prešiel s čelovkou niekoľko variantov.

Pri 33km dlhej “vlajkovej trati” sme špekulovali o čosi viac. Tomi ju bol niekoľkokrát sám preskúmať a spolu sme boli raz premerať takmer jej finálnu verziu. Uvažovali sme, že využijeme starú cestu na Osadník (1186) (pôvodná cesta SNP), neskôr časť novej zvážnice s kolmým, extra strmým výbehom na vrchol. Plánoval sa aj vrchol Pipitky (1225), kde sme uvažovali využiť skalnatú morénu, a tak urobiť preteky niečím špecifické. Morénu sme nakoniec vypustili hlavne z bezpečnostného hľadiska. Ide o príliš technickú pasáž, ktorá by v prípade daždivého počasia mohla byť pre mnohých nebezpečnou. Kolmým výbehom na Osadník by sme nasimulovali prvky skyrunningu, avšak pomoc od lesov vyčistiť terén by bola nevyhnutná. Záruku, že nám pomôžu, sme nemali. Tak sme aspoň využili kolmý výbeh z Troch studní (cca 1150) z poslednej občerstvovačky na zvážnicu vedúcu na Hekerovú (1260).

Pri výklade trate. Tomi odmoderoval celé preteky.

Za pomoci obce sa nám podarilo vyčistiť lesný chodníček na Tri studne a rovnako aj iniciovať prechod traktora celým hrebeňom nad obcou z Hekerovej po Vtáčí vrch (1045), čím sa podarilo vysokú trávu uležať a zvážnicu viac spriechodniť. Obec dokonca vykosila aj krížovú cestu, ktorou sa vybiehalo na Štóske sedlo (783). Kalamitou poznačenú Pipitku sa podarilo vyčistiť dva dni pred podujatím. Osadník zostal po kalamite, žiaľ, neuprataný a s Tomim sme tam „zabili“ so značením najviac času (značenie tam nechávame, aby sme jeho prechod uľahčili všetkým SNPčkárom. Škoda, že nevieme upratať najdôležitejšiu turistickú cestu európskeho významu (E8)).

Dlhú trať sme značili neočakávaných 12 hodín, krátku necelé tri hodiny. Značenie nám dalo poriadne zabrať. Začali sme v piatok o 11.30 ráno a skončili o pol druhej v noci. Tým sme prišli o večernú poradu a rozdelenie úloh. O to viac starostí nám zostalo na ráno, čo si vyžiadalo posunutie štartu asi o 20 minút.

Pri zháňaní zariadenia nám veľmi pomohol výrobca energetického nápoja OneEnergy, ktorý nám zapožičal stany na občerstvovačky, varné hrnce, v ktorých sme v cieli podávali YogiTea zo špeciálne brandovaných a veľmi pekných pohárov, ktoré sme získali priamo od Atmu z Francúzska. OneEnergy nám daroval aj fáborky, ktorými sme značili trať. Dynafit zapožičal štartovaciu/cieľovú bránu, vlajočky a stan, ktorý sme umiestnili na Tri studne. Za Dynafit zariadenie a extra bandasky musíme poďakovať nášmu kamarátovi a skvelému pretekárovi Matúšovi Vnenčákovi. Matúš je aj organizátor Tatranskej šelmy, na ktorej si pretekári môžu vyskúšať pravý vysokohorský ultra a vertikálny pretek (skyrunning).

Preteky odštartoval elektromobil BMW i3, čím sme chceli upozorniť na rozvoj ekolektromobility a ochrany prírody

S Dynafitom sme sa dohodli aj na funkčných tričkách, ktoré sme venovali dopredu registrovaným pretekárom. Išlo dokopy o 120ks, ktoré sme dali potlačiť logom behu. Verím, že sme týmto "husárskym" kúskom potešili pretekárov, ktorí v podstate dostali za štartovné v hodnote 5 a 10€ (krátka/dlhá trať) niekoľkonásobnú hodnotu už len v tomto kvalitnom tričku. A ak zarátame zvyšok štartovacieho balíčka (energetický gél HoneyStinger od VitalCity.sk, pivo Birrell, energetický nápoj OneEnergy alebo Pepsi), tak si myslím, že sme touto komornou akciou tromfli aj predražené a tisícmi dotované mestské maratóny.

Ceny pre víťazov sme získali prevažne od INOV8 ale aj od spomínaného Dynafitu. Produkty britskej značky INOV8 bolo možné aj vyskúšať prostredníctvom stánku Behnaboso.sk, o ktorý sa postaral bosobežec Matúš “Faster” Marcin. Matúš si trať aj sám vyskúšal, a to, že sme ho celkom potrápili, dokazuje táto milá dokrútka:

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Vyhodnotili sme prvých troch mužov a prvé tri ženy na oboch tratiach. Veľmi nás teší, že sme si za preteky vyslúžili len pozitívny feedback a vlastne okrem menšieho zmätku vo výsledkoch troch pretekárok na kratšej trati sme nič negatívne nezaznamenali.

Výsledky – Po stopách smolníckych baníkov 2015 (12km)

Výsledky – Beh hrebeňom Volovských vrchov 2015 (33km)

Víťazi 33km trate Beh hrebeňom Volovských vrchov 2015.

Na pretekoch sa prebehlo aj zopár štvornohých chlpáčov. Psíkov máme radi, a preto do budúcna zvažujeme aj kategóriu canicross. Plánov v rámci budúcich ročníkov HBS máme ešte niekoľko. Zvažuje sa stredne dlhá ultra trať (50-60km). Potenciál a tiahly charakter Volovských vrchov by umožnil natrasovať nejednu lahôdku. Na 30km trati sa zrejme udeje pár zmien. Padol návrh meniť jej smer, ale aj využiť zvyšok hrebeňa pri zbehu do obce Smolník. Mimochodom spomínaný zbeh si pochvaľovalo hneď niekoľko pretekárov, myslím, že sme im celkom ulahodili :-)

Martin Kovaľ

Webová stránka podujatia: beh.vitalcity.sk

Podujatie finančne a materiálne podporili: (zoradené abecedne)

GRENDEL, autoškola DYNAFIT EUROVIA, a.s. Freemap.sk INOV8 Legall, dovoz a predaj flexibilného brusiva Lesy Smolník Obec Smolník ONE ENERGY PDD, tepelné a energetické hospodárstvo Pepsi Pivovary Topvar Senco spol. s.r.o. SportTravel.sk Šariš TJ Baník Smolník VitalCity.sk, najzdavšia (športová) výživa VSE, RWE group Yogi Tea

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