NUCLEAR RACES RUSH REVIEW
If the level of mud is an indicator of a good race, then Nuclear Rush would have to score top marks!
I believe that a race without dirt and mud just does not quite feel as much of an accomplishment as the ones where you’re hardly recognisable in the finisher’s photo because of the mud smeared over your face and body!
The weekend of May 14-15 saw another epic course for Nuclear. There were too many obstacles to count and more people than I’ve ever seen in one place before. The atmosphere was electric as soon as you arrived with everyone scurrying about getting ready for there race.
It was a reasonably short walk from parking to registration, which was quick and easy and run smoothly. We were then shown where the free bag drop was located and left to roam the event village as we wished.
The village this year was even better than ever with bouncy castles and inflatable slides for the kids, as well as countless food vans (including Gym’s Kitchen for the healthy eaters), ice-cream, and the new live stream screen for The Deathslide.
The first people to approach the start line were the Oblivion runners who were taking on an unimaginable challenge of 48k (four 12k laps).
For each and every wave, there was a quick race briefing, a fun warm up, and then they were off, disappearing down a gentle slope and into the woodland to the sounds of cheers, whistles and cow bells. With waves set off in the same manner every 30 minutes, it became clear that this race was well organised and planned with prompt start times so every racer got optimum mud time!
We jogged down a gentle slope, scrambled over a collection of small hay bails, slid down a steep bank, and staggered into some woodland; the race had well and truly began.
This was my second Nuclear race, and I’ve done other’s too, and the one distinguishable feature at all Nuclear races is the atmosphere and the unique feeling of being apart of a big, dirty family. At each and every obstacle, no matter how small, there was always a hand outstretched before you to help you up, there was always someone (whether that be a marshal, racer or spectator) cheering you on.