RACE REPORTS

From the Spring Edition of the WRR Magazine

Article

Date of Race

Author/Submitted

CHARITY EVENT

ASCENSION ISLAND MARATHON

Sunday, 25th November 2007

Written by: Dave Preston Vet 55

Submitted: 11th February 2008

I have not spat out my dummy

Written by: George Kennedy

Submitted: 2nd January 2008

The Friday night screw that could have cost dear

Written by: George Kennedy

Submitted: 12th January 2008

“any sign of another gear?”

HELSBY HALF MARATHON

Sunday, 20th January 2008

Written By: George Kennedy

Submitted: 28th January 2008

‘That’s Lyth’

 LDWA Challenge Event

Sunday, 27th January 2008

Written by: Richard Davies

Submitted: 29th January 2008

Kendal Winter League 2008

Birkrigg Common, Ulverston

Sunday, 27th January 2008

Written by: Martin Bates

Submitted: 28th January 2008

TORREMOLINOS HALF MARATHON

Sunday, 3rd February 2008

Written by: Chris Moss

Submitted: 12th February 2008

ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ME

Sunday, 3rd February 2008

Written by: George Kennedy

Submitted: 4th February 2008

Pennine Bridleway Relay

Sunday, 3rd February 2008

Written by: Martin Bates

Submitted: 3rd February 2008

Pennine Bridleway Relay

Sunday, 3rd February 2008

Written by: by Steve Myerscough

Submitted: 3rd February 2008

Pennine Bridleway Relay

Sunday, 3rd February 2008

Written by: Derek Buckley

Emailed on: 18th February 2008

“DAYDREAM BELIEVER”

Written by: George Kennedy

Submitted: 9th February 2008

Kendal Winter League 2008 – Helm Hill, Oxenholme (6/11)

Saturday, 9th February 2008

Written by: Martin Bates

Submitted on: 10th February 2008

It’s 2008 - it’s not a report - it’s a blog?

Written by: George Kennedy

Submitted: 17th February 2008

BUTTERMERE 34K

Sunday, 17th February 2008

Written by: David Wood

Submitted: 20th February 2008

Keswick Buttermere Road Race

Sunday, 17th February 2008

Written by: Steve Myerscough

Submitted on: 25th February 2008

EMAIL FROM MIKE WALSH

Written by: Mike Walsh

February 2008

Good advice

Written by: George Kennedy

Submitted:  10th March 2008  

 

CHARITY EVENT

ASCENSION ISLAND MARATHON

Sunday, 25th November 2007

 

 

Wednesday 21st November 2007

 

After a 20 hour journey I finally flew into Georgetown, the capital of Ascension Island. After clearing the British/USA Customs and Security, of which both check that you have the correct entry permits and not forgetting, “What is the purpose of your visit”, we finally met with some official who worked at the small petrol/oil refinery.  They had managed to sort out transport and accommodation for approximately 100 visitors, of which only 62 were running in the Marathon.  The rest were family/friends. Anyway, I was staying on the west side in a cottage that also had enough land for three static homes.  Other runners and friends were situated in and around the capital.  After this long trip, all I wanted was to have something to eat and an early night!

 

Thursday, 22nd November 2007

 

The following morning, myself and four more, decided to go for an early morning run. As we noticed, the island seems to be in two different climates/conditions. The west side was flat, sunny, (hot), descent to live in with green vegetation.  The east side is very sub tropical and the humidity is a bit high – approx. 40-50% but, sandwiched in between, there are quite a few small volcanoes.  Anyway, enough of the history and local geography, our two hour run turned into a little longer one. Yes, you guessed it, we got lost.  Heaven knows why as the island is only 85 to 100 sq. miles.  It does measure approximately about 10 miles North to South and about 10 miles East to West.  I think we ran nearly around the whole island and were starting to think about what course the 26.2 mile would be.  Later in the day I found out when I visited the athletics track, which was built by the Americans in 1964 along with the airport and runway. In 1990 the athletics track was updated for everyone to use: 350 British, 250 American, the rest from St. Helena and Ascensions Island.

 

We were told/shown that the race would a 2½ loop/lap out of the capital and down the west side of the island.  I was pleased about that because it was flat with a couple of undulations, rising to about 200ft.  These were at 6 mile, 11 mile and same again every second lap. The temperature for the race day and every day is 26oC to 32oC with unpredicted downpours now and again.

 

Friday, 23rd November 2007

 

One more bit of a run today at a very, very gentle pace.  I was out at about 10am and thought about race day and running in these conditions.  I must admit I felt really good and thought that if the conditions were like this on race day, I would be OK.  Later on in the day I visited the athletics track to watch some of the Esso Athletes compete against the RAF, Army and American Military – a very, very high standard of elite athletes. (Reminded me of certain runners at Wesham!)

 

Saturday, 24th November 2007

 

Not much done today apart from more fluids and relaxing. Mid afternoon I did a bit of sight seeing, whale watching and those green back turtles that all these conservationists go on about.  I returned to our cottage for a “Pasta Party”. (No, I did not cook it!) Then it was an early night.

Race Day – Sunday, 25th November 2007

 

I had to get up early because the bus was collecting us at 6.00am.  So, after my usual coffee and toast, it was off to the track for a 7.00am start to the race.  After the usual warm up, (as if you need it in temperatures 26oC to 28oC), and a warning about the fact that there could be some low level flying aircraft that were from an American Aircraft Carrier.  (I never saw any but did hear them!)  It was time to start the race at 7.00am – BANG!! We were off – all 57 runners. I got my usual silly start - off with the front runners and, but the time I reached my first split 43 minutes, my tongue was dragging on the gravel surface.  I tried to compose myself by saying: “Don’t panic – settle in the race.”

 

I suppose it was the thought of being near the back of the race that I did settle in and start to think of my split times.  The conditions were very good for the race – a slight breeze and sunny. (Just like Freckleton ½ Marathon but a bit cooler).  Anyway, I started to pass one or two runners and thought of my 10 mile split time – 1 hour 10 mins. I felt good but started my return to the start as this was my first lap. I could see in the distance there was a slight undulation at 11 mile but again no problem and kept on plodding away, passing more runners, some of which had dropped out or were walking.  The race surface varied from tarmac in the town and villages to a firm, sandy-type gravel which gave a very good grip. By now I was approaching my second lap near the athletics track and started to feel a bit s*** but then I started thinking about you lot, running in the Wesham 10k Race the day before, what the weather was like and how many PB’s and so on.  The next split time is at 20 mile and again, with the breeze behind me, I started to make good time and surprised myself with a time of 2 hours 17 mins.  Six miles to go and I started to think about a sub 3 hour race. (Then I wake up and smell the coffee!)  At this stage of the race I just want to finish.

 

So, it’s s*** or bust for me!  The last 10k seemed to take forever but, as I start to run in to the finish, I could see the clock.  It was showing 2 hrs 58 + seconds.  By this time of the day the capital was busy with people and traffic and, not forgetting the support, (fantastic!), but I forgot there were two laps of that b****** track - s*** and s***. So I crossed the line in 18th place with a time of 3 hours 1 min. 59 secs. – tired, please, but, like all you runners out there, thinking, if only I could have got under 3 hours but “hey”, job done well.  The winner was an African who lives on the island of St. Helena, (400 miles away), who completed it in 2 hours 16 mins. 5secs.

 

On a final note I would like to thank everybody at Wesham Road Runners for letting me train with them on Monday nights and for giving me help and advice. Now let’s see if I can crack this 3 hour marathon time but first I need a rest!  Once again - a big THANK YOU.

 

Written by: Dave Preston Vet 55

Submitted: 11th February 2008

Edited by: Brenda J Earnshaw WRR Editor

 

I have not spat out my dummy

No I have not spat out my dummy so why have I not been writing? Easy - the writing was always about running but, when you’re either injured or running crap, it’s very hard to enthuse running merits. I always TRY to think about what I am writing so even saying your racing’s crap can have some thinking your being big headed because your crap would be a gourmet meal for them.

 

It has been a long road back, pardon the pun, but it has been tough. I don’t live in the past, I don’t expect to run the times I ran at my best, but I have do have goals. My best times coincided training with better runners but if you can’t keep up with them in training what do you do?

 

Injuries, you never know how bad they affect your life style until you get them. The injuries, as bad as they, are only come second to the depressions they bring.

I have now been running for a few months but, up until recently, it has been a struggle. If I could put my hand on the reason it would be ideal but it is probably a combination of things that affects me. My job has never helped as I work nights and the lack of sleep accumulates leaving me feeling very tired most of the time. The injuries make you wary when you finally start training again.  You feel and notice every twinge. Non runners think I am thin as I weigh 13½ stone. This weight rises rapidly when I stop running, then, when I start training, the extra weight slows me down - the vicious circle!

 

Somewhere in the middle of all this depression little cracks of light appear; those lights can be anything. With me they are always other people. Strangely they are usually of the female persuasion. I don’t why.

 

The hill races at Wigan were an unexpected joy mainly because I was doing something that I thought I hated. Cross County, in my many attempts, had put me off off-road racing so I assumed the trail races and hill races would be the same. How wrong could I be? Unlike XC there was no running round football fields bored to tears. Parbold opened up something new to me - proper off road running through real countryside; climbing over gates, running through woods, running up hills and never over the same ground twice. I was still ‘pants’ at it but it was great fun and something that has been amiss for so long. Somewhere within all the political nonsense of road running the fun was draining out.

 

I had someone keener that me to share this new experience, Sarah. Whatever the opposite of “in your face” is that would describe Sarah. She had me on my back foot over my now infamous ‘chunky legs’ comment. She played me like a kipper with her deadly combination of brains and looks. She kicked my arse big style going up Jeffrey Hill as I followed those legs until they were too far to be seen.

 

I loved the Horwich week though I really struggled ‘off road’ but it was all about challenging me - nothing else. I really enjoyed it all even the so called XC which, if we had another boring lap, half the field would have lapped me.

I drove up to Windermere to support those brave souls who ran the Marathon and wondered why I lacked the bottle to do another one? Soul searching can be very humbling. I made a decision 4 months ago that I would attempt to be the runner I want to be and not someone who lives in his past exploits. I did not hold back, I just gradually tried a bit harder every time. I went out after 18 months of frustrations and I had to take it easy. Running with people you’re not used to being surrounded with was strange at first. One thing that never changes is the competitive side; they are just as keen at 42 minutes as they are at 36. So, over the last few weeks things have improved dramatically.

 

One of the big helps was Helen Jolly’s speed sessions on a Wednesday night. Organised, friendly training sessions are a great way of improving your fitness. At these another couple of glints of light appeared Tanya and Emma. Tanya was wary of me as my reputation had preceded me and Emma was, like me, trying to get back where she wanted to be. The best run I have ever seen by a local girl was when Emma, running for Serpentine, did the hardest leg at the Welsh Castles. Some things will always stick in your mind and that run, that day will always be there. Now here she was, hoping for a 39 at the Wesham 10k, (which she got).

 

Mud sticks and I sometimes feel like the guy they dug up on that peat bog. Somehow Tanya has seen the person beneath the mud and we now plan to head off to New York if we can get in for the Marathon!

 

A big surprise was having my name drawn from the hat for the London Marathon place. I was totally shocked as I never win anything so, at 22 miles, I will remember those who also wanted that cherished place and that will keep me going.

 

I now wait to see if Caroline and Tanya get their club places for the Marathon. Caroline ticks all the boxes so fingers crossed for Tanya.  If I am doing London I will need people to train with and who in their right mind wants to train with anybody but them?

        

Written by: George Kennedy

Submitted: 2nd January 2008

Edited by: Brenda J Earnshaw WRR Editor

The Friday night screw that could have cost dear

2007 will go down as a very bad year running wise and not just because of the constant injuries. Two people whose company I enjoyed stopped competing and one was through ill health. Roy Pickles always seemed to be around races - if he was not running himself he would be watching. Roy joined Wesham from North Fylde and was a good runner. I used to see him training a lot as he lives very close to my house. When Roy joined, he started training with our little local group - Peter, Lee, Steve and myself. Roy is very self effacing. Yes Steve was obviously way ahead of us but there was never that much time then between the rest of us. Roy trained hard and was desperately unlucky with injuries.

 

When I am injured I don’t really want any contact with other runners it just makes me feel worse. Roy is different and is more of a ‘people person’.  He enjoys company but, other than Martin, no one really kept in constant touch. It is awkward when people are injured as they slip through the social net. Running is the binding force so, when we don’t run, the catalyst disappears. You should never say never and hopefully one day Roy may just turn up and surprise us all.

 

Another big miss is Jo Frodsham who is one of the bubbliest, nicest people I have ever met. Jo eludes energy - positive energy. Jo has talent she would have eventually run a sub 40 for 10k but she never had enough confidence in her ability. She is confident but not in her running capabilities. When she was racing she was in the Top 10 local girls. Jo like the rest of us has a life and sometimes your life doesn’t allow you to do everything you would like to.

 

I miss Jo because she is one of those unique people who make you feel good just being around them. She has that energy that radiates a lovely ‘feel good’ factor though, like her racing, potentially she is not aware of it. Now, as I restart trying to get fitter and quicker I will think of Jo and Roy and be glad that through running I got to know them both.

 

 On TV, the start of this year has been dominated by ads for sofa’s and beds. Now the various diets and work out DVD’s have started. The running equivalent must be the “Marathon training plan” which makes as much sense as Russell Grant’s weekly horoscope! January and February weather wise is a nightmare for runners but the London Marathoners have less than 3 months to get ready. I feel a sense of silliness when I read that someone has been given a plan???  Who devises these plans, are they running, what is their time for a Marathon?

The idea of giving a plan is riddled with potential problems for people like me who don’t want to spend the next 3 months training for one race and missing the ten in between. London is just another race not Everest. Common sense tells you that your mileage has to be increased and that’s what you should do. Common sense tells you that you ease down nearer the 13th of April. You run when you can it’s not a weight watchers diet plan. I have started going out more and planning runs with others as it is a great way to make sure you don’t miss any runs. Pete and I ran three laps of the park on Friday - an easy three as we are racing at the weekend. On the second lap I felt a sharp pain in my right foot and stopped immediately. A screw had gone through my trainer at 90 degrees I was lucky so maybe its an omen or maybe this year will be luckier than last!  

 

Written by: George Kennedy

Submitted: 12th January 2008

Edited by Brenda Earnshaw WRR Editor

 

 

“any sign of another gear?”

HELSBY HALF MARATHON

Sunday, 20th January 2008

I seem to be getting the miles in but there is something missing and that is any sign of another gear. I have had one big hiccup and that was the Helsby Half where everything was fine until 7 miles. Half Marathons don’t faze me - they are, and should, be well within everyone’s capabilities. Helsby was down for my qualifying time for this year New York Marathon. All I had to do was run under 1:40:00 and, since I love the course and ran 1:20:00 some 4 years ago, I was going into this one a bit too cocky. I always had a time in mind that I am aiming for at Helsby as 1:29:00.

 

I was the taxi for the day with passengers Michaela, Tanya and Lee. We set off well early, leaving nothing to chance, and found a spot on the main car park. This race was also the start of Caroline’s preparation for London and there she was all ‘Girlie’ with her usual big smile. Her biggest supporters had brought her - Harold and Lynne, her Dad and Mum. It has been a long time since she ran a half - at least two kids ago? Tanya also needed her qualifying time for NY which was 1:37:00, so the both of us had something to aim at.

 

The girls and I did a short warm up, then a trot to the start. We managed to get as near to the front as we should be. The first couple of miles are slightly uphill and a bit of a drag then your into the country within the narrow lanes. I slowed for the first water station at around six and drank a full cup. Things started going wrong at seven!  First of all I got a little irritating stitch which I slowed down for. Then at nine a disaster!  I needed a sit down loo. There may have been plenty of hedges but I did not think I would find any toilet paper in the grass. I knew we passed no pubs. If we had I would have run straight in. I was in agony and, when you need to go, the running motion does not help. The next four miles where slow, slow, quick, quick slow. The Big Apple was now the last thing on my mind. As I slowed I kept looking back to see if there was anyone coming up who I could run in with. If I could talk to someone it would take my mind from the potential explosion below. In the race between ten and eleven miles you are at the highest point which is a mile of a rolling, hilly road. At ten miles I was passed by a blind runner and his helper. He had his name on his back: “Dave,” running for Guide Dogs for the Blind”. I chatted to them both for a few minutes then tucked in behind them as they gradually pulled away. I told them at eleven that there was a terrific downhill and we were on course for a 1:29:00. Normally this downhill is where I put in a good quick mile but not today; no accidents please. I struggled the last two miles and the time was now the last thing on my mind. As I neared the finished I let the 100 metre sprinters enjoy their 14 seconds of fame. I crossed the line; the ladies removed my timing chip, and walked past the black bin full of polluted water with the box of paper cups beside. Back at the clubhouse I visited the boy’s room - too many times to count! Lee ran a great 1:17:00, Michaela 1:33:00, Tanya achieved her 1:36:00 qualifying time. Caroline ran 1:24:00 and I gently eased in at 1:32:00 - New York here I come!!

 

I fell out of love with Helsby that day.  The black bin of water, the medal for finishing, the £14 entry fee, they won’t let people exchange numbers and, the final nail, only three ladies prizes as opposed to ten for the men. I had my say on the Message Board and the, “Have a go at George nameless Heroes” had there’s. I always wonder if any of them ever race.  I know some must but the rest must roam message boards between WWWF and eating popcorn.

 

I went to race the Chernobyl 10K at Preston only to find there was no numbers available. So taxi driver Tanya and I ran the course twice.  We started 45 minutes before the 10k start and ended adding 13 miles to our weekly training miles. It’s a hard life!

 

Written By: George Kennedy

Submitted: 28th January 2008

Edited by: Brenda J Earnshaw WRR Editor

 

 

‘That’s Lyth

 LDWA Challenge Event

Sunday, 27th January 2008

 

As a change from our usual Sunday morning training run Stewart suggested we did ‘That’s Lyth’ organised by the LDWA.  It was a 23 mile challenge event which meant runners were welcome.  Seemed a good idea and so the entry went off in good time. Just as well as the event was a sell out with a limit of 300.

 

When Sunday morning dawned, it didn’t seem such a good idea, an 0800hrs start at Kendal meant an 0500hrs alarm!  The scout hut in Kendal was buzzing with a real mix of people, both runners and walkers; a few familiar faces but the majority unknown. It never ceases to amaze me that these, and hundreds of other events, have gone on all over the country for years and I have never seen or heard of them. The kettle was on and there was a constant supply of tea for the competitors - a theme which continued all day. A lot of the walkers even carried their own mugs with them.  We checked in and received a laminated label that we hung round our necks on string and presented for stamping at each checkpoint (CP).

 

The start was low key. We all gathered in the road. An old chap, who founded the race, said a few words and that was it - off we went through the streets of Kendal, climbing out of the town at a steady pace, (well Stewart and I were).  Everyone was provided with a very detailed route guide, which is invaluable unless you know the route.  The detail in the guide is marvelous:

 

“ Ahead and 200 yards after second gateway fork left steeply uphill then right on track to edge of golf course.  Follow waymarks through two gap stiles (wall on right) to ladder-stile and footbridge over by-pass.”

The first checkpoint, Crosthwaite School, at 7 miles seemed to come up fairly quickly as we had been jogging along chatting. The school the hall had been carpeted with a plastic groundsheet to protect the floor from muddy feet and the table was loaded with cakes and drinks.  I had a couple of pieces of buttered malt loaf and a couple of cups of orange. This was all very civilised but we felt we ought to carry on. Stewart’s calf had tightened up but he felt OK to continue.

 

The route carried on mostly over fields and along tracks and footpaths with some road before climbing to the top of Whitbarrow where the wind was serious and keeping your balance was sometimes a challenge.  The route description kept us on track:

 

“Ahead with wall on left to follow good path to Whitbarrow summit memorial cairn.  Continue west down cairned path, then left along edge of scar to wooden stile in wall (GR 440865).  Descend steeply through woods bear left behind goalposts, cross stile, then right across fields to Witherslack Hall.”

 

Next stop was Witherslack Parish hall at 14 miles. Here I was tempted by a hot dog washed down with a couple of cups of orange then away once again. By this point we were starting to turn back towards Kendal.  With less than 10 miles to go, Stewart’s calf was very tight by now but he wanted to finish.  We ran past the Gilpin Bridge Inn and I was on familiar ground having run a midweek 10K near here some years ago, Levens 10K?  Part of the route involves a dead straight country road which seems to go on for miles…. Well it felt a long way today!   At this point, as we turned a sharp bend, I caught a glimpse of two runners catching us at speed.  One of them was Natalie White, British and English Female fell running Champion 2006. I had never been in front of her in a race, (sorry – Challenge Event). It turned out she had got lost on Whitbarrow!

 

CP3 at 18 miles was in someone’s garage!  Another warm welcome and plenty of cakes and drinks. I managed parkin this time with a couple of cups of orange to wash it down.

 

“Leave CP by garden path to lane and take stile almost opposite, joining cart track to road.”

 

This was the home leg. As we climbed up towards Scout Scar, the limestone was getting a bit painful under my feet and I was tiring. Stewart was clearly suffering with his calf but kept going.  The top of Scout Scar was riddled with paths and we got mis-placed for a while but picked up the right path for the descent into Kendal over the old racecourse and back through the streets to the scout hut where we checked in after 4hrs 22 mins.

 

After several cups of tea I declined the soup and bread but did manage a couple of bowls of rice pudding with peaches – wonderful!

 

What a great morning out: 23 miles, 3200 feet of ascent and all the food you can eat for a £6 entry fee!

 

I don’t think they publish results for these events but there was a hand written note on the table at the end with the times for the first ten people home. The first of which had completed it in just over 2hrs 50 mins – I bet he didn’t stop for many cakes at the checkpoints.

 

Written by: Richard Davies

Submitted: 29th January 2008

Edited by: Brenda J Earnshaw WRR Editor

 

Kendal Winter League 2008

Sunday, 27th January 2008

 Birkrigg Common, Ulverston

(4th race in a series of 11 races)

 

Scenery:                      9 - Great views of sea and surrounding fells.

(Looking towards Morecambe Bay)

 

PB potential:               N/A

Atmosphere:               8 – Good crowds as usual

Organisation:              10 – Magnificent. The entire course was flagged! A different organiser organises each race – “organised by runners for runners”. Results published Wednesday.

Value:                          10 – Seniors £2.50, Juniors £1.

Beginner Friendly:     10 – Every standard is catered for. There’s Under 12s, U14s, U17s and Seniors and the next race doesn’t start until the last runner is in. Normal trainers would have sufficed today.

Do it again:                 An emphatic yes! It’s a 130 mile round trip, but I loved it despite going over near the finish! I love the Lakes and especially running and the fells. Never want to come home!

 

On Saturday, I picked up a South Lakes map from Bispham Library. The alarm went off as I left, as it hadn’t been scanned properly. I must have one somewhere, but couldn’t find it. Saved meself £8?

 

I should have had my son Levon Saturday night, but I was going to see Van Morrison, so I dropped him off at his grandparents and picked him up 9:30 Sunday morning. We were both going to run, (Levon was going to christen his brand new £40 Walsh’s). I told him to just enjoy it. I didn’t want to put any pressure on him!

 

On the way up, we stopped for the obligatory oil top up and Levon bought some coke and choc chips, (his breakfast!). Levon promptly fell asleep for the remainder of the journey. Saw Gary Pendlebury and Trevor Rayner on a training run – both looking none the worse for their great runs yesterday at Leeds Northern Cross Country. (Wesham were the 1st Lancashire team with their highest ever placing).

 

I headed for Ulverston, then the next village, Bardsea. I came to a junction and pondered over my OS map. John Keohane’s navigation course wasn’t kicking in. Just as I was trying to place the church on my left and the golf course I had just come past, a campervan came past covered in Karrimor stickers – so I did a hand-break turn and followed the camper Van-Morrison. Woops still in that vein…and followed it. It led onto open, beautiful moorland – definitely the right place.

 

Birkrigg Common has a history of prehistoric occupation evidenced by a mysterious Druids Circle…..a concentric ring of stones dating from megalithic times.

 

We had to enter the race at a Ford Galaxy – juniors’ drivers’ side and seniors - passenger side. I got rid of all the shrapnel Michaela left me with last night. The organiser never checked it, just took my word for it - it was the right money!

We played football for the next 45 minutes! Levon in goals and other passing by runners offering advice and saying how much better Levon was than Scot Carson.

 

A dog cocked his leg to pee on our makeshift goalposts. I shot……missed…..and hit the owner in the back!!!  Just to the right of our “pitch”, there were two seagull wings, but all that was left of the rest of it was a few feathers! Presume a fox had caught it unawares.

 

At the last winter league fixture I was cursing because the seniors didn’t set off till maybe 1:20 and we were hanging round for 35 minutes in the freezing cold, but once I set off, I loved it!

 

For this fixture, you could park on the green and the area was a hive of activity – children playing with kites, a couple of lads tossing a rugby ball about and Levon and I re-enacting Blackpool 3 – Burnley 0

 

Levon’s race kicked off at 12 and there were thirty six kids. It was Levon’s Fell Race debut and he was wearing his brand new Walsh’s. I said I’d run with him. I couldn’t keep up with him at first……till we got to the hill and I managed to catch him! He walked a bit and ran a bit and was huffing and puffing and getting redder and redder. I could see the ‘trig point’ and it flattened out a bit. I tried to spur Levon on, but didn’t want to put any pressure on him. I wasn’t worried if he came last! He turned round at the trig and headed home, but didn’t seem to speed up that much on the (easy) down. I told him to try to overtake the girl in front and he did. Then a burst of speed to the finish for the last (flat) 50 metres or so.

 

I thought he had done really well and we had another kick around whilst the U14s and U17s were running. Another boy joined in and I left them both for a quick warm-up.

 

There were perhaps eighty in my race and we had to walk between to officials to check we were all there. I set off and slowly started picking runners off. We hit the ‘trig point’ and carried on down the other side towards the dreaded tarmac. I was still managing to overtake a few and then we started climbing back up towards the trig point again. Although I hadn’t done the race before, I had guessed there wasn’t long to go. I managed to hold my position and went “hell for leather” down an easy grassy slope towards the finish. A marshal to my right was stopping the traffic and out of the corner of my eye I saw a small group of Kendal girls (U17s?), when all of a sudden one of them seemed to drop a small ball and instead of leaving it, she turned round right into my path to get the ball. I was desperately trying to catch the guy in front and I couldn’t avoid her. I went flying and over into the tarmac. (I’m still getting over a broken finger and I have a soft bone in my right forearm I have already broken twice!). She shouted “sorry”. I didn’t reply. I was seething – how could she have been so stupid, especially as she must have just run down the same slope herself? I was grazed, but I picked myself up. The guy in front was now uncatchable. I ran the last 50 metres into the finish. It’s only five weeks since I broke my finger. I wasn’t sure if I was bleeding – Levon’s newfound friend confirmed I had just grazes. I finished in 22:59.

 

I sought out the only other local runner, George James (29:05) (V60), hoping to get some sympathy, but he sent me away with a flea in my ear! “Well it is a public right of way, Martin!”

 

I thought I needed a pint, so we headed off for The Old Farmhouse - real ales - (Old Rosie scrumpy, Black Sheep and Adams), and a real fire! The pub dog, (a chocolate Labrador), immediately attached herself to Levon. We ordered some food and watched MUFC v Spurs on the big screen. As soon as my garlic bread arrived, Levon snaffled it! He made a good effort on his cheeseburger, mash and beans, but left a bit. The attentive waitress took our plates away and asked if we wanted anything else and Levon said, “Yes please, a bag of quavers!”

We had a couple of games of pool and asked for the bill – it was at this point Levon spotted a Preston North End plaque and then I spotted a road sign Deepdale Road”. I don’t believe it!! I’ve just spent £16 in a Preston Pub!

 

I had planned on going to the South Lakes Zoo, but it was now getting on for 3:30 and it shut at 4:30, so I insulted the landlord and set off back home.

 

Pictures of junior race: http://www.helmhillharriers.co.uk/gallery/Album31.htm

 

Written by: Martin Bates

Submitted: 28th January 2008

Edited by: Brenda J Earnshaw WRR Editor

 

 

TORREMOLINOS HALF MARATHON

Sunday, 3rd February 2008

Following much persuasion from an old school friend, Tim Murphy of Spectrum Striders Road Runners, coupled with a weekend pass from an understanding better half, I booked a return flight with Easy Jet in January to Malaga.  I managed to persuade George Flanagan to accompany me, both of us entering the race on line which incidentally was free to enter which was something of a surprise. Accommodation, thanks to a helpful tip from Tim, was also straight forward to book on line at a very reasonable rate.

 

We headed to Liverpool Airport early a.m. on Saturday 2nd February picking up Tim and his mate, Mark on the way.  We took off on time landing at Malaga airport mid-morning.  The sun was shining and it was warm - a most pleasant contrast from the cold and snow we had left behind in England several hours earlier.  Following  a short train journey into Torremolinos and depositing our baggage at the hotel we made our way to the nearest bar which just so happened to be Irish and there we stayed for quite a while complemented by several pints of  Spanish lager and a choice of  football games and a rugby match from which to choose.

 

So to the race day, having collected our race numbers the previous evening. Identified on each number were our names which I thought was a good idea.   There was a fair contingent of road runners from the Wirral staying at our hotel as well as runners from the Chorley and Bolton area. At the start line we met Howard Henshaw.  I guess there was well in excess of 1500 runners when we set off at 10.00 a.m. prompt in the centre of town.

 

Initially there was a steady climb out of town and it was easy to get carry away with the pace.  However, the thought of in excess of 13 miles ahead of me and the likelihood of some hills to negotiate soon slowed me down. The route soon became a descent towards the seafront.  There was much encouragement from the crowd along the way and numerous shouts of "Come on Wesham".   I gained the impression however that these shouts of encouragement were aimed at me because they were perhaps expecting a Wesham Road Runner to be much further up the field.  Indeed after the race George told me of one comment he heard from the crowd - "Come on Wesham, release your handbrake!"   It never ceases to amaze me the encouragement I receive when running, (I won't say racing), with a Wesham vest on.   The encouragement certainly picks you up at least for a brief moment in time and in my opinion the annual subscription is well worth paying if only to receive such encouragement throughout the course of the year.

 

At the 10k point we were still running along the front and I felt in fine fettle but I knew there was going to be a sting in the tail, i.e. a hill. This duly arrived some time after this point and the ascent seemed to go on and on and on.  I guess the ascent lasted in excess of 5 miles and at the top I felt absolutely knackered and was struggling to continue running. Fortunately it was a cloudy morning and the temperature was somewhat lower than the previous day at 18 degrees c. I found the race to be really well organised with many marshals and police motorcyclists in the traffic. There was an abundance of water stations having sponges, oranges and bottles of water available so there was no excuse to become dehydrated.

I managed to finish the distance just over one hour 54 minutes.  George soon followed me in just over 1 hour 56.  Tim managed to finish in at about 1 hr. 39 minutes and Mark over the 2 hour mark as did Howard.  At the finish we were given a goody bag, a cap and a t-shirt.

 

I have to say that the whole weekend was a fantastic experience along and one I can recommend to fellow Wesham Road Runners next February if you get the chance.  The experience was not very expensive, indeed very reasonable.

 

Written by: Chris Moss

Submitted: 12th February 2008

Edited by: Chris Young

 

ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ME

Sunday, 3rd February 2008

 

The older I become the more confused I get. The weekend after my night shifts was free but for whatever reason I had not yet planned any races. On Wednesday all that changed Alex as texted to enquire if I wanted to be part of the Bridleway Relay Team. Me being the being I am asked if we where any more runners short. Alex replied “three”; I then made nine texts and one phone call. Steve Myerscough immediately texted back that he was available but he was working that afternoon so obviously would require an early leg. Jason was interested but he would have to find out if he could get cover for his job.

 

When I was Captain I believed that the best way of communicating was directly to whoever was needed. That is not the rule of thumb. Over the next couple of day I was ‘piggy in the middle’ for communicating. On Saturday night I was watching the box when Lee rang wondering what Leg Jason was doing. Jason was down for Leg 5 in the “B” team, mmmmmm Top 10 runner, first race in a Wesham vest, running for the reserves? I then rang Alex and dug a hole.  (Something I have become an expert at!) I suggested to him that Jason would be better in the “A” team. Then it was obvious it would be better if Jason took my place on Leg 3 pairing with Martin. I then rang Lee telling him of the change so everyone was happy but me……..

 

Sunday morning Martin was picking me up at 06.20 so that we could all meet at the Fairfield. Jason was following later with Dave Waywell acting as navigator, leading their two car convoy. The first nice thing of the day was that once the cars had left the pub car park Derek realised there was six bodies for one five passenger car. That meant that Lee rang Richard asking the little convoy to stop at Broughton so that one of us could transfer to a less populated vehicle. Mr Lee knowing I had already pulled the short straw let me swap to Tracy, Jenny and Richard’s brand new Merc. This was much sweeter than the male smelling Ford I left behind. With almost faultless navigation from Richard we arrived at the race HQ - an old, large school. A big tick here for the organiser as there was free tea and coffee for all. (If this was a road race there WOULD be a charge for this!)

I was envious of all the runners on the first leg as they would be getting it over and done with which, to me, is always the best leg. Having been involved in countless relays and the Welsh Castles I know the demands of the participants. There are always people who genuinely need to run early legs because of commitments.  Then there are those who always have a reason why it is essential as to why they must run early. When you are organising teams you soon know who they are. Alex had wanted to run two legs but it was his mother-in-law’s birthday so he had to be back for a meal in the afternoon.

 

With my ‘Alex Ferguson’ hat on, my obvious pairing was Alex and Gary - two very similar runners and a great opening cushion. No it was poor Steve with Alex at the end of their leg! Steve looked as though he had just done 10 rounds. Then I thought Steve could have run Leg 2 with any one of half a dozen similar standards? As the pairs set off I gave up on the pairings and just wanted Leg 5 to get under way.

 

We had a bit of a panic at Leg 4; Lee as we knew we had to get to Leg 5 ASAP and it takes longer to drive to Leg 5 as it does for the runners from Leg 4 to get there. Alex had given me his bag but Lee also needed one so I gave him Alex’s. The rules state you must carry a bum bag with a waterproof jacket, trousers a compass and a whistle. I then needed a bag. Luckily I borrowed one which also had some banana flavoured condoms within?

 

The surprise of the Relays was that Blackpool had entered; Woody had managed to drum up two teams. Well if Blackpool is in it, that’s who we want to beat. At the end of Leg 1 both our A and B teams were in front of the tangerine dreams. I can’t remember the times for the next couple of legs but at the freezing cold summit at Leg 5 the final leg would begin. Lee and Karl would have the glory leg and we all sat patiently for our Leg 4 finishers. Blackpool’s A finished their 4th Leg, Graham Davies and Andy Williams set off. We sat watching for Gary and Derek. The minute’s dragged - tick, tock, tick, tock. I didn’t know the exact time but at least eleven minutes later Lee and Karl set off. I knew Lee and Karl would give 110% but over eleven minutes is a tall order. I then started watching that clock again; waiting, I thought, for Kath and Dave. But it was not to be as Gary and Derek, who had raced Leg 4, would be taking over from them. So there I sat, eight hours from leaving home, still waiting to run. Gary and Derek obviously did not want to sit around after racing their leg. No - Graham and I could do that.

 

At 2.15am the organisers decided to have a mass start but that did not mean we started together. Graham queued for a dibber - which is the device you clock in with at the end of your leg. Once he had our dibber we dibbed it in then set off. Graham set off like a train and we had eleven something miles in front of us. It was very cold with a mixed terrain of decent paths, rocky ones and plain dangerous ones. It is obvious that the pairing needed to be as closely matched as possible as the weaker runner had a much tougher job. Graham’s initial speed slowed slightly after two miles; he paid for that fast start but he battled on. We passed at least three pairs in the initial three miles. On some of the stretches we could see those who had set off before us and some were struggling. Though we had a route map we started struggling at the junctions.  We had to call back to the pairs behind to see if we were heading the correct way.

 

We made up a terrific amount of time on the down hills and, though it was difficult, Graham never once walked. Eventually we appeared out of the countryside and back into the town. At this point, (which was a main road Lee told me in the pub), that this is where he and Karl took a wrong turning. Karl and he had achieved the impossible - they had caught and passed the Blackpool pair on their way down from the hills. They came to the main road and wrongly assumed they should go right. They added over 2 miles because of their error. When we came to the same junction, fortunately we caught a glimpse of a pair in front disappearing up an alleyway beside a house. On the lamppost was a small yellow card with a direction arrow. I thought we were almost home but we still had a bugger of a hill and about half a mile to go!

 

Graham was still slogging away and by now must have hated the sight of me. We finally reached the school - dipped the dibber and got our timed receipt.

 

Blackpool A   Andy Williams and Graham Davies         1:31:39

Blackpool B   Jeff Wright and Dave Dyson                    1:37:33

Wesham A      Karl and Lee                                            1:36:32

Wesham B      Graham Vickers                                       1:29:06

 

I will never repeat the times I ran in the past.  Though Graham did not know it, he probably ran one of the best races he has ever run that Sunday afternoon.

 

Written by: George Kennedy

Submitted: 4th February 2008

Edited by: Brenda J Earnshaw WRR Editor

 

 

Pennine Bridleway Relay

Sunday, 3rd February 2008

 

 

Scenery:                      Not the Lakes and maybe wrong time of the year, but still worth a 7

Atmosphere:               I tended to stay in the car for as long as possible because I was freezing – 8

Organisation:              10 to the host club, Rossendale and 10 to Derek Buckley for organising for the 4th year on the trot. (Nothing to do with today, but Rossendale has got 18 Level 1 coaches!!!)

Beginner Friendly:     10 again……just ask Bernie Krawczyk and Sue Fearon who went off course, but still thoroughly enjoyed it. Don’t expect marshals; it’s not a road race. My Leg (3) was easy to navigate, (just follow the Pennine Bridleway markers), but on some legs you had to consult your map/route description. Bum bag compulsory with whistle, compass, etc.

Do it again:                 Definitely. I’ve done Leg 3 twice with Richard Davies and Jason Barlow. Leg 5 with Richard and Leg 1 with Phil Metcalfe. Great day out topped off with a couple of beers in the Duke of Wellington, Haslingden. (It’s on the A6177 Mr Midgley!)

 

My day started at 5am when my alarm went off, and finished about 13 and a half hour later. You don’t have to travel down so early, but it was easier for me to meet at The Fairfield at 6:30. (I thought we were meeting at the Fire Station?) Dave Waywell left at 8 and others left after Leg 1. I picked up George K and Lee B on the way and also dropped off Blackpool’s Bob Massey and Tanya by Norcross. I drove past the garage at Greenhalgh as it was getting close to 6:30. When I got there Derek said I had time to juice up, so I drove back to the garage and returned to the Fairfield. When I got back a couple of cars had set off and five of us were going to squeeze into Derek’s car. As soon as we got on the motorway I realised I had left my mud claws in my car!! Argh!!! Luckily Alex was doing Leg 1, (I was doing Leg 3), and we were both size 9. I also sent Michaela a text to collect my shoes as they were leaving the Fairfield at 8:20. Derek also phoned the cars ahead to wait at Broughton so we could offload a passenger. How did we ever cope without mobiles???

Leg 1

The race starts from Fearn’s School, Waterfoot, Rossendale. It’s an 8.5-mile leg to Long Causeway.

Alex Rowe and Steve Myerscough got us underway – they both had to leave straight away as Alex was taking his mother-in-law out and Steve had to work. Alan Glasgow and Ian Sharples were the first runners for the “B” team and Jenny Salt and Tracy Hulme got the mixed team off.

 

·         Alex and Steve 16th in 65 minutes dead.

·         Alan and Ian were hot on their tails with 18th in a magnificent 66:55.

·         Jenny and Tracy were 70th in 92:28.

·         Both our “A” and “B” teams finished in front of debutants, Blackpool (Mick Cronshaw and Johnny Houghton 69:28).

 

Leg 2: Long Causeway to Callis Bridge (12.5 miles)

Trevor Rayner and Richard “Bogtrotter” Davies took over from Alex and Steve, but unfortunately Trevor went over on his ankle. Blackpool overtook us by 12 minutes. Blackpool’s Brian Hall was obviously delighted and told us Trevor and Richard were holding hands??!!

 

·         Trevor and Richard slipped to 28th with 1:52:33

·         Mark Midgley and Russ Mabbett finished 60th with 1:52:08

·         Julie Cruse and Carmel Sullivan finished 44th in 1:59:27

 

 

Leg 3: Callis Bridge to Summit (9.5 miles/1570 feet)

This was my leg and had the most amount of climbing with a ‘sting in the tail’ and the toughest of the whole route.

 

I set off with Jason Barlow, (wearing normal trainers), and started climbing straight away. There were three teams following us straight away for added pressure.

A sole Rossendale runner overtook us, but then dropped off when his partner didn’t follow. About a mile to go, we were overtaken by Todmorden. I think. Jason could have run faster and shouted encouragement, but we were now on the sting in the tale’! We seemed to be gaining on them on the downhill, but ran out of road! Jason thoroughly enjoyed it though.

 

We finished in a predicted, (by Jason), 70:19 and only dropped one place to finish 29th. Jason shot off and drove home to Blackpool and I sat in Dave Waywell’s car to keep warm, (wearing Dave’s coat and nothing else!) – Sarah drove the car to the next stage and I was re-united with my gear.

 

·         Sarah Sherratt and Michaela finished in 80:27 for the mixed team

·         John Rudd and Simon Cole, (on loan from Lytham), finished in 86:54 for 64th

 

Leg 4:  Summit to Whitworth 5.5miles/753 feet (“Should suit the speed merchants”)

·         Derek and Gary P took over and had a storming run gaining five places to finish 24th in 40:03 - in the results as Barry Norman (injured) and John Collier (cold)

·         Dave and Kath did 49:34 to come in at 45th

·         Sue and Bernie came home 71st in 81:19 just behind two Bowland girls who they led astray!

 

Leg 5: Whitworth to Waterfoot (11miles/1390 feet)

·         Karl Lee and Lee Barlow pulled back a huge deficit to overtake Blackpool with half a mile to go………then promptly got lost and dropped eight places to finish in 1:36:32. Secret training for the Wrexham half maybe?

·         Gary Pendlebury and Derek had a short break and ran again for the mixed team finishing 23rd in 1:16:37Gary and Trevor are training for the Rome Marathon

·         George kept Graham Vickers going, encouraging him all the way round in 89:08 picking up four places; a great run by both guys.

 

Final Results

1st            Borrowdale           4:58:59

32nd         Wesham A            6:24:36

39th         Wesham Mxd       6:33:00

66th         Wesham B            7:41:57

 

Written by: Martin Bates

Submitted: 3rd February 2008

Edited by: Brenda J Earnshaw WRR Editor

Pennine Bridleway Relay

Sunday, 3rd February 2008

 

The Pennine Bridleway Relays are an annual event hosted by Rossendale Harriers for anyone with nothing better to do on a cold and windy February Sunday morning – in other words, for people like you and me. It is a series of five relay stages starting and finishing in the forest of Rossendale and taking some 6-7 hours to complete. The thing that makes this event unique is the fact that the relays are run in pairs, and both runners must cross the finish line together - meaning that it’s the slower runner of the pairing who will, (normally), determine the time. That was the case on my leg, as I was paired with Alex Rowe. Now, on the road, I might be a couple of minutes behind Alex on a 10K, over rough terrain and a longer distance the gap was more pronounced. I knew I had to be on good form just to keep pace with Alex, and good form had been in short supply for me for a good while – if I’m honest, since last year’s London Marathon. Superstars Lee and Karl may be competing with Alex on the road, but in my last race, (the Garstang 10K), I was struggling and enviously watching their mini race from behind. (Was I having a dip in form or have I now found my level?) Whereas two years ago I looked at a sub 35 minute 10K, (a time I thought well in my grasp), now my goals are a little more modest, and last year I never did better than sub 36 minutes.

 

Just to handicap me a bit more, having no trail or fell shoes, I had to rely on my Asics road shoes. They were far too inadequate for the muddy and rocky terrain encountered. As in cross country, I don’t like the feeling of my legs pushing forward, only to be slipping in the mud and getting nowhere. I lost places as soon as we came off the road after a mile and hit the bridleway and some nasty muddy patches. At registration, you had to prove you carried waterproofs, a map and compass, whistle, hat, gloves and food, before they let you run. Having only made arrangements on Wednesday to take part in the relays, the only bag I had was a small and heavy rucksack I use for walking. Luckily, Gary Pendlebury came to the rescue and I used his, which was much lighter. I was assured I would not notice it was on, but when the gale force wind was blowing to one side it twisted my body to the direction my legs were travelling in. I felt this was army type training, and all I lacked was an assault rifle and combat gear. The course is not marshaled, but you are given a map and a directions sheet which should obviously be studied before the race. I relied on Alex’s navigation, which was almost spot on apart from a minor wrong turn, (adding 200yards on to the race), at one point. In the later stages I imagine the race takes on a certain orienteering aspect to it when the runners get spaced out.

 

I don’t like early starts, and, were it not a relay; I don’t think I would have made it out of bed at 6am. Especially not after a few beers and whiskeys the night before. Nic Brandwood and Gayle came over for a few bevies, and around midnight Nic texted Alex to tell him I may not make it in the morning! Well, a few beers never did Lee Barlow any harm!

At the start I arranged for my car to be driven to the stage finish and then I lined up ready. Alex said he would go at my pace, which was good! But within minutes I was struggling with my breathing - I knew was going to be hard. Out in front was super vet Paul Muller, and I knew Alex could be racing him. I held my position for the first mile or so, before coming off road and hitting the muddy tracks, when I lost a few places. I have set my GPS to beep every mile, and every mile seemed to come very slowly. Even after two miles I didn’t feel good, and that was the easy bit, (on the tarmac). I didn’t even have the wind to use as an excuse, because it was behind me for four miles, then generally blowing across me as the course veered eastwards in the second half. When I had to run into the wind, it was horrendous. After the first mile there was three miles of near continuous climb, a total of just under 500ft and a tough, slow, muddy slog up Lancashire’s bleakest landscapes. Severe weather conditions had been forecast a few days before, and I wondered if the event would have to be cancelled. The wind and the cold were enough for me for today.

Upon reaching the high point of the A671, (geographically speaking only!), there was relief at some decent, wind assisted, downhill, and some good views across to Burnley. Well, I’m sure they were great views, but I was more concerned where I was putting my feet on the stony track below me. A little further on was a steep downhill, and the grip on my trainers was nowhere near good enough to let me speed down, so I had to take stupid, little, side steps as fast as I could, whilst  being overtaken by a lone fearless downhill runner in the process. After reaching the bottom of the valley it was almost nice to be going back uphill. With a mile and a half to go, we climbed again, this time a ‘gut busting’ climb of almost 500ft. I have never run so hard over a mile and half for a long time, and I would say this compares to the last miles of a marathon. Alex pushed on hoping I could put a bit more in, but though the brain was willing, the legs were not! We were closing two runners, but the last hill, with just over half a mile to go, floored me. I looked on, and could not believe how slow I was going. Were this on road, I would have fancied it. On fields, uphill and knackered, I just couldn’t get those last ounces of gas left out the tank. I know Alex could have had ’em, and I felt guilty I could not give any more. By the time we reached the road they pulled away and we had to settle for a place behind them.

I have never wanted to finish a race so much for a long time, and, though we made the finish in 65 minutes, for only 8.6 miles, I could honestly say I could have given no more. The pace worked out at 7:30 minute mileing, which is my standard training pace for that sort of distance. It wouldn’t look great in my diary, but mentally I felt a great sense of achievement. Cross country is not my forte, but I gave it my best.

 

Alex kindly praised my efforts, and I thanked him. I may not have been able to keep up, but I wouldn’t have been as fast on my own. Just to partner Alex was an honour, and at least I can say that I was running with a European Vet 50 Medallist!!

 

I didn’t hang around following the race. It was far too cold for that. Once I got home, I made a nice cup of tea, cleaned myself up, and then jumped back into bed for a few more hours. Well, you can’t work too hard, can you?

 

Written by: by Steve Myerscough

Submitted: 3rd February 2008

Edited by: Brenda J Earnshaw WRR Editor

 

Wesham ‘A’ team finished 32nd out of 76 teams in 6 hours and 24 minutes. The winning team was Borrowdale in 4 hours 58 minutes, closely followed by Horwich, just a few minutes behind. Wesham mixed team finished 39th and the B team finished 66th.

 

 

Penine Bridleway Relay 2008

Sunday, 3rd February 2008

 

Thanks to all members who turned out for this years event and it was good to see 3 Wesham teams complete the course with only minor route deviations and that our mixed team managed to finish 4th in the category losing out to Preston Harriers by a couple of minutes. Everyone will have seen the results and figured out where things could have been improved but generally I think that a good time was had by all those taking part. Still not sure how Gary and myself managed to run 2 legs but not appear on the results at all.

 

Many of the runners this year were taking part for the first time and I would hope to see them back at next year’s event which is on the 1st February 2009. I will be contacting members in October to indicate if they would like to compete in next years race and hoping to get an early commitment to the event with teams decided by Christmas, which will only then need changes in case of injury, (so hopefully not at all.)  This year we were still changing things round on the Friday before the race. If I can arrange this I will then lead some training runs over parts of the route in January allowing people to recce their leg in advance.

 

I personally think this is a great day out that gives a tough training workout at a time of year when it’s difficult to get motivated but when many are training for spring marathons. Hopefully Wesham will be back stronger than ever.

 

Written by: Derek Buckley

Emailed on: 18th February 2008

Edited by: Brenda J Earnshaw WRR Editor

 

DAYDREAM BELIEVER”

To a certain extent we all live in the past, especially those of us of advancing years. Runners are just as guilty, dreaming of when they did a certain time for a certain distance. Oh those memories! Mr Cruse always quotes: “You are only good as your last race” but even he is slipping lately, reminiscing about the past. The last time I ran a Marathon I said: “Never again!” but then again we all say that about lots of things, never again!

 

I am not as competitive as I once was. I still want to win but I know my place in the pecking order has slipped considerably. I never trained properly for any of the Marathons I have done. When I say ‘properly’ I never put the long runs in. Once I ran 18 with Peter and Lee and hated it. The people who can run them, Steve and ‘the’ Alex, swear by the long training run. But that’s my problem; I just don’t want to run 20 miles or more as a training run. Steve will drive up to the Bay Horse area past Garstang just off the A6 and run 20 miles but here’s the ‘but’ - he enjoys it.

 

This time around I am trying to pile in more miles than usual but it isn’t easy. Like everyone, it has to fit in with my job and now, after a 12 hour shift, I find it hard to put in runs straight from work. It is then ‘all or nothing’ between the day and night shifts. After the Bridleway Relays my thighs were as stiff as boards.  The hills affected the muscles I obviously never use. I had two days off starting on the Monday so it was a juggling act. I played Steff at Badminton at 9.30 and gave her a right thrashing. I mention this because, though she only started playing last year, lately she has been beating me. I refuse to play squash or tennis with her because I know she would kill me. If anyone knows of a good local tennis player please let me know - she needs competition!  I had to play early as I was taking my car in for a service at Audi on the docks at Preston.

 

Tuesday was a killer; I was to meet Caroline at her mums and we would have a long run. The run ended up to the Red Lion, up Knowle Hill down Warbreck then up to and around the park. Caroline has a ‘camel’ back pack, a clever rucksack that the bottom has a water pouch fitted within. A tube comes up from the bag and sits near your shoulder. As we ran, Caroline continually sipped her water.

Mollie, Emilia and Madison

Betmead

The pace was slow on the way to the park because of a strong headwind but on the way back it was noticeably much faster. I started feeling rough as we approached Cleveleys.  I knew I was dehydrated and Caroline had no water left. The pace slowed at Rossall School - I was done in! We had run somewhere around 15 miles. All the Marathons, all the halves and I still have not learned about water intake. I did not want to hinder the proper runners training so I made her carry on. I crawled for a few hundred yards then broke into a slow trot.

 

That night Caroline went speed training and, though dead on her feet, did 5 x 800 metre reps.

 

On the Message Board I was correctly accused of only talking about those surrounding me. I replied that I lived in a bubble.  By that I mean I don’t troll the results to talk of runs I have not seen. I talk of what I see and the people I admire. It may seem like ‘name dropping’ but people like Caroline is not only a close friend but someone I admire.

 

I don’t go out and run 20 miles for pleasure. I don’t get up at 6am for my 2 year old, get my other two kids ready then take them to school, ask my mother to babysit the 2 year old, run 17 miles then go straight back to being the mother of three again.

 

There is a reason why some people are such good runners and the more you get to know them the more you know why.

 

Good Luck Caroline and Steve and to all the others who are running Marathons in the next few months.

 

Written by: George Kennedy

Submitted: 9th February 2008

Edited by: Brenda J Earnshaw WRR Editor

 

Kendal Winter League 2008 – Helm Hill, Oxenholme (6/11)

Saturday, 9th February 2008

 

Scenery:           Gorgeous day - touching 60? Some of the U17’s were running without tops (the boys). Great views towards Kentmere horseshoe 9/10

Atmosphere:    Really friendly – even children shouting encouragement. I swear I heard somebody shout “Well done Levon’s Dad!” My son’s more famous than me! 9/10

Organisation:   The whole course way-marked with flags – results out following Tuesday 10/10

Value:              £2.50 for me, £1 for Levon 10/10

Beginner Friendly:All standards catered for. No pressure whatsoever. Some of the children looked as young as 6 in the U12 race. One really young boy was easily in the top half of the field. A future Joss Naylor? Some great view points for spectators. 10/10

Do it again:      I’m planning my holidays round it! I want to do 7 out of the 11 races to qualify. (Juniors have to do 5). People were shouting, “Well done Wesham” – we must be growing in stature in fell running circles?

Brenda asked me if I had any photos to go with my last KWL report…I didn’t, so its Brenda’s fault I went out and splashed out £100 on a new, (10 million pixel), digital camera on Friday!

 

I took a few of the course and a couple of Levon and his friend, (Helen’s son), Ellis Jolly – maybe ten photos and the batteries ran out! The sun was so strong I had to point the camera towards the subject and hoped that I had it framed as I couldn’t see a thing through the viewfinder. Today’s weather was a complete contrast to my 1st KWL fixture at Scout Scar and last weeks Pennine Bridleway – nice enough for a picnic! This time 2 years ago I ran in a whiteout at Winter Hill!

 

Helen Jolly drove and we found it easily – down a very narrow lane. I was aghast to find it littered with beer bottles/coke bottles/crisp packets etc. Michaela and I collected them all in an Argos bag, but the stench was so bad that I couldn’t put them in Helen’s car and left them on the side of the road.

 

Ellis was getting nervous. Levon seemed unperturbed. I waited on top of the first hill poised with my new camera. Ellis came past first, (well up). Levon wasn’t too far behind and seemed to be enjoying (If that’s the right word!) it more than the Ulverston fixture……or maybe it was just when his Dad came into view!!!???? (I ran the whole route with him 2 weeks ago at Ulverston). They both seemed to finish with a flurry and Helen ran down with them shouting encouragement. Levon was pleased he appeared to finish above the same crowd as his last race. He wore my watch – finished in 10:17. They had an orange and a drink and then went in search of a flat piece of ground to play football!

 

We did a bit more of a recce and watched the U17’s struggling up a hill which looked quite moderate/innocuous from above, but when we got on it ourselves, it was a different kettle of fish!

 

We set off on our two lapper – an official was anxious to let us know, they weren’t joking when they said it was two laps! Michaela set off like a proverbial rocket. Took me a bit to catch her and I found myself running next to Pistol Pete. I briefly got in front, but he overtook me again and disappeared into the distance.

 

I kept picking off the odd runner and was pleased I was more than maintaining my position. The only tricky bit was after you hit the trig point there was a steep zig-zag down a stony path through some gorse bushes – it reminded me of Hutton Roof when I fell into a gorse bush! This time I stayed on my feet and managed to hold off Helm Hill’s Paula Radcliffe (Jenn Dunn) – she’s just had a baby, (she didn’t look old enough!!!) – Her first race for 18 months!!!

 

I got a minor nose bleed in the second half for no apparent reason. Michaela thought I’d fallen – for once I hadn’t!

 

After the last cruel climb, you can see the finish and a crowd of helpers and spectators. It’s maybe only 250 metres. I swear I could hear someone trying to catch me, so I didn’t hang about. When I got through the finish funnel, I looked round, but there was nobody anywhere near. I stopped my watch……and it started! Argh!!!!

We dragged Ellis and Levon off their football pitch and adjourned to the nearby, (quiet), Crooklands Hotel, (the scene of last Thursday’s Wrinkly run!), for a couple of pints of Black Sheep.

 

Thanks to Helen for driving and letting herself get talked into a drink – hope Don’s dinner wasn’t late!

 

U12’s

1st            Ben Johnstone (Wharfedale)            6:40

29th         Ellis Jolly                                               8:14

43rd         Levon Bates                                          10:09

Seniors

1st                            Alastair Dunn (Helm Hill)                 32:12

15th & 1st Lady Natalie White (Bingley)                         36:25

36th                         Peter Cruae (Cruse?!)                       41:00

39th                         Martin Bates                                        41:56

62nd                       Michaela Dempsey (6th lady)             47:11

72nd                         Helen Jolly (12th)                                 56:46

75 finishers

Written by: Martin Bates

Submitted on: 10th February 2008

Edited by: Chris Young.

It’s 2008 

it’s not a report - it’s a blog?

 

Sandwiched between the end of my day shifts and starting my night shifts I must do lots of miles. Monday, early doors, it’s time for badminton with Stephania - round 46 and a knockout for the man in the blue corner. Monday afternoon the first run of the week and it’s with the lovely Louise. It’s the turn to meet at her house and her decision on the route and mileage. Louise picks the river so it’s a steady run up to Thornton Lodge then down to the path that skirts the high tide mark of the River Wyre. The path was very muddy but it was a beautiful day, ideal for running. Tuesday - round 47.  If you only played backhand and I was a foot shorter I would be a beaten man but I’m 6.2 with a sweet forehand, the blue corner takes the prize.

 

After last Wednesday’s long run disaster I am totally prepared this week - well almost. I have hidden a bottle of water near Stanley Park Sports Centre after finishing badders on the Tuesday. I have everything ready for the run the night before. I have put in brand new batteries in the Garmin GPS; I am taking no chances. I arrive a few minutes early at Caroline’s and turn the watch on; it usually takes a couple of minutes to home in on the satellites. Some 5 minutes later I am still stood waiting for the signal; finally it shows then, with my patience already worn, I can’t reset the distance. It is then thrown into the boot and we will rely on the one Caroline has borrowed from Bev Wright. I carry a small bottle of water Caroline has her Camel rucksack with a full supply of water!

 

Like Monday it is perfect running weather. The miles fly by and at the end of every mile the GPS watch lets us know by a short audible alarm. There are many times in a long run when you struggle slightly that’s why not running on your own is a great help. The chat helps take your mind off the running for large parts of the miles. Very soon we are circling Stanley Park and setting off back to Fleetwood. This week it was Caroline’s turn to feel tired but we had already discussed her winning the cross country at Hyndburn, her long run with Bev the following day, then her speed session the previous night. Unlike ‘wimpo’ the previous week she suffered in silence and plugged on all the way back to the house. Bev’s watch stopped at 13 miles which is 13 more than mine so we still don’t know the exact distance. The guess is that it’s nearer to 18 miles than 17 as it took 2hours and 6 minutes to finish. I always think the hour’s badminton with never give up Steff is the equivalent of running 6 miles so I ran 12 miles with Steff and 8 with Louise then 18 with Caroline.  So 44 miles in 3 days not bad eh?

 

I attempted a double lap of Stanley Park on Thursday morning but my legs where still suffering from Wednesday’s 18. I managed just a lap then back in for a sauna. Friday was our third badminton match of the week and I managed my hat trick but it is never one sided. Saturday and it’s the Parbold Hill race at Wigan some 6.75 miles and a glorious eventful course; my idea of what a cross country course should be.

I picked up Sarah at Preston who ran the difficult leg the previous weekend hearing the description of the course. I am so glad I never ran it. We have a good turnout with Kath, Dave, Graham, Nigel and Chris already at the check in. The race starts with the lap of a field then it’s onto the road that leads us up to the start of the Harrock Hill race. That tough hill never gets any easier - it seems to go on for ever. I find these races great but it is very difficult to get going with the conditions underfoot and the many stiles you have to go over. I always have a target and ‘he’ set off a lot quicker than me but he was always in my sights. At 5 miles I heard the familiar sound of Dave coming up behind me. He had already said he was not at his best before the race so he was not exaggerating. Dave’s presence spurred me on to keep ahead of him but half a mile later he passed. With a mile to go I passed my target. Dave was still in sight but at least 100 metres ahead.  I tried but I never got any closer. I finished in 52.18 some 22 seconds behind a ‘not at his best’ Dave!

 

Sarah had a brilliant run though she badly jarred her back going over one of the many obstacles. Though disappointed, she knocked over 2 minutes of her last year’s time. Chris had a fantastic run considering it’s only his second race in over a year (the first was last week). Graham, Nigel and Kath all ran well. The question for Chris and I was: “Why where Kath’s legs not covered in mud like the rest of us?” Trevor from Blackpool was his club’s sole representative and enjoyed the race tremendously. Trevor is always so positive.

 

I have had a very Girlie week; a week with no male training; but at the moment everyone has their training routine to fit in.

Written by: George Kennedy

Submitted: 17th February 2008

Edited by: Brenda J Earnshaw WRR Editor   

BUTTERMERE 34K

Sunday, 17th February 2008

 

In my opinion this race is the best and most scenic in England.  This is the third time I have run and whether I have enjoyed it, depends on how you enjoy pain, (because it is a very tough race), but it would now it would have to be something very important that would prevent me taking part.  This is a hidden gem of a race organized by Keswick AC, costing only £5, which, as well as the race, includes hot soup, drinks and biscuits at the finish and this year a musical DVD of the Lake District, (and there are prizes!). – What value?  It is well marshaled, with some of the friendliest and helpful people you could ever wish to meet – a perfect event.

 

I have always been lucky, that the weather has always been dry and sunny, with little or no wind and this year was no exception, with wall to wall sunshine, although there was a slight haze.  The race starts outside the Moot Hall in the centre of Keswick and goes up the eastern side of Derwentwater, with spectacular views across the lake to the ridge of Cat Bells, Maiden Moor, High Spy and Dale Head.  It then climbs steeply up Honister Pass, before the descent to Buttermere, made tricky in places by patches of ice and frost still on the road.  At one point, between me running and Mike Walsh, a car had skidded off the road.  After a section along the beautiful Buttermere, there was the steep ascent of Newlands Hause, before a long return along the quiet valley of Newlands through the village of Stair and a final little climb to Swinside Inn and back to Keswick to finish in Fitz Park by the Sports Pavilion.

 

There were a record number of 94 entered and 92 finishers and there was also an excellent record time by the winner, Steve Littler (2:03:13) of Wesham, who has won it on four previous occasions.  The previous record had stood since 1982, when it was set jointly by the legendary Kenny Stuart and Jon Broxap.  Among the other great runners who have won this race in its 30 year history are Billy Bland, Hugh Symons, Dave Spedding, Simon Booth and Stephen Moore, (now at LSARR).  Steve Littler is in danger of becoming a legend. 

 

Wesham always give good support to this race and this year there were another nine members competing; Alex Rowe (2:29:45) – in 15th and 1st V50; Steve Myerscough (2:30:18) in 16th; Peter Cruse (2:41:58); Julie Cruse (2:53:18) in 44th , 6th lady and 1st FV45; Martin Bates (2:53:28) in 45th; Michaela Dempsey (2:58:45) in 52nd and 8th lady; Russ Mabbett (3:01:15) in 55th; Carmel Sullivan (3:07:49) in 67th and 9th lady and Mike Walsh (3:30:42) in 80th and 1st V70.    There were also three from BWFAC, Stuart Robinson, who used it as a training run to support Stuart Williams (2:28:41) in joint 12th and also David Wood (3:15:44) in 69th and 1st V60, (OK there were only 2 V60s).  And thanks to the two Stuart’s for waiting to cheer me in - it was much appreciated. 

 

As well as Steve Littler’s performance there were good performance by all the Fylde based runners but of particular note were Steve Myerscough, who had a PB, Stuart Williams on an excellent time for his first race, Julie Cruse, who broke through the 3 hour barrier in spectacular style and Carmel Sullivan, also running the race for the first time, who despite knee problems part the way around, posted a good time.  On a personal note, I was pleased with my run as I haven’t been able to put in the required training for this race, due to knee problems and illness, since the turn of the year.

 

Of course as well as the race there is the weekend in the loveliest part of England, amongst good company.  We normally stay at a cottage near Braithwaite.  There have been in past years up to seven or eight staying, but this year there were only four of us, Julie, Beryl, Mike and myself.  Carmel and Mick Edge should also have spent the weekend, but because of the sad death of Mick’s mother, they were unable to stay over.  However the weekend was still a big laugh from beginning to end.  How could it be other, with Mike’s dry wit?  When starting off to drive to the race on the Sunday, I was nearly in hysterics as we were ready drive off, when first Mike realized he needed his specs to drive, then Beryl also needed her specs and finally Julie found she hadn’t put her watch on – and of course she couldn’t run without it.  And in the evening after the race we had to celebrate completing the race, by exploring some of the hostelries of Keswick.  On the way home on the Monday, we visited Ayra Force Waterfall, by Ullswater.  We had to climb up to view the waterfall, and worst climb back down.  Julie and I looked like a pair of cripples, but strangely the most senior member of the party, Mike, was not complaining of any stiffness, at least not in the legs.

 

To conclude, it was a fantastic race, magnificent scenery, smashing company and great craic.  Bring on next year and hopefully I will have put in some descent training.     

 

Written by: David Wood

Submitted: 20th February 2008

Edited by: Brenda J Earnshaw WRR Editor

Keswick Buttermere Road Race

Sunday, 17th February 2008

 

What a difference a few weeks can make. After the hard slog of the Pennine Way Relays, where I had one of my hardest runs in a long time, today I smashed my own record for the Keswick Buttermere race, a 21 plus miler through absolutely stunning Lakeland scenery, and probably one of the most beautiful races I have ever run in, (even Coniston 14 comes second to this). It wasn’t totally unexpected as I’d notch up the intensity in my training schedule over the past few weeks in preparation for London. I’d recently took a winter handicapped, (new), course PB, did a record mileage week of 58 miles the previous week and a record mileage month of 185 miles in January.

 

The race, as always, attracted the usual Wesham following including Peter, Martin, Julie, Michaela, the legendary Mike Walsh and the ‘in form’ Steve Littler. There were a few first timers, which included Alex Rowe and Carmel Sullivan. I’d recommend this race for anyone who is training for a marathon or just wants a really good challenge without the palaver of applying for a marathon. And at a fiver, it’s excellent value. There are water stations every 5 km, and at the bottom of Newlands Pass, I got a sports drink, a probable contribution to not “hitting the wall” this time. You even get a DVD of the lakes thrown in.

 

Driving up, I realised I never checked the internet to make sure this was the day of the race, so I was relieved to see runners warming up around the park when I got there. I turned up to the Longridge 7 miler last December, one Sunday morning at 10:30, and was a bit surprised when I saw no runners, no cars, no mass of people getting numbers – until getting home and finding the race was not until the following Sunday! Still, I did run the course, and even though I felt I ran rally hard, I was still over four minutes slower than in the race I did the following week, even though I would say I worked hard in both runs.

 

It was another spectacular winter’s day, sunshine following a hard frost from the night before. It’s amazing how every year I have run this race, and I have run it for the last four years, the weather is always superb. What are the chances of that? I’m going to be really disappointed the day the weather is a grey, cold and sleeting.

Without much of a do, we set of at 11 o’clock from Keswick town hall, and took the road south towards Borrowdale, a relative gentle 7 miles past the placid Derwent Water, through Borrowdale, along the tranquil river Derwent, past the quiet Lakeland village of Rosthwaith, (I ran for miles thinking was that where that UFO landed – oh no, that was Rothwell!) and onto Seatoller. Just past the village, a dubious sign warns of gradients of up to 25%. It may well just say, “Now you are going to work your arse of boy!” or “Time for a bit of pain” or even, “You should have taken up golf instead”. Passing motorists must think we’re mad, and those that are preparing for a walk give you a look and smile of “rather you than me”. It’s 250m of tough climb, but at 1.4miles, it’s over relatively quickly. It’s no easy ride when you get to the top. The gradient declines at 25%, making too steep to race down, although it didn’t affect the three runners that came streaming past me down Honister. If I wanted to design the perfect course, I’d have a sharp climb like Honister, but it would be followed by a much shallower gradient so I could cruise downhill.

 

The road continues on to Gatesgarth, and past the glass smooth Buttermere Lake, that looked beautiful and was a visual delight under the midday sun. I felt good through this undulating stretch along the lake, and mentally prepared for the tough road ahead, going by the name of Newlands Pass. I stopped for a sports drink at the bottom before sticking my head down and getting on with it. Like Honister, it’s relatively short at 1.2 miles, and murderously steep, rising 200m. Mick was at the top with his camera, so I smiled for the camera to make it look like I was enjoying myself and I shouted only seven miles to go!

 

Avoiding the ice patches on the way down, I steadily ate away the remaining miles of the race, and was pleased at how (relatively), good I felt. I feared I’d hit the wall again like last year because I’d forgotten to take any energy gels. I knew I would be in with a shout of a PB for the course, as long as I stayed at my current pace. The last minor hill came at Swinside, which I took in my stride. I knew the way now, and visualised the next marker in the race. I had my markers throughout the race, to break it down into sections – Seatoller, Honister slate mine, Gatesgarth, bottom of Newlands Pass, top of Newlands Pass, Stair. Now I concentrated on the road through Portinscale and onto the bridge over the Derwent. That was my next goal, and once through that the end would be nigh. I concentrated on the Esso garage, then the entrance to Fitz Park. As I turned the corner at the garage, with perhaps half a mile to go, I noticed a runner in blue ahead and as I closed in I realised – to my surprise – it was Alex. I was having a good run, but not that good! Alex later said he blew up, just as I did last year, and I finished with a minute of him, in 2:30, knocking 2 minutes of last years time, a gaining myself a course PB in the process. After flat lining for nearly 10 months, it felt great to be getting some good form back.

 

Performance of the day, or maybe even the year, goes to Steve Littler, who not only smashed his own record for the course, but also gained the overall course record set back in 1982 by local runners Ken Stuart and Jon Broxap. He crossed the line in 2:03 and has now won this race more than anyone else in its 30 year history.

 

The next few days would mean tired legs, but as I move into my final four or five weeks of high intensity training for London, I am confident that my training programme will give me another good chance of subbing the magic three hour mark again.

 

Written by: Steve Myerscough

Submitted on: 25th February 2008

Edited by: Brenda J Earnshaw WRR Editor

 

EMAIL FROM MIKE WALSH

 

Hi Brenda,

            

Thank you for the Buttermere entry form, but entries are only taken on the day, or at least they have been in the past, however it is nice to have a reminder.

 

Last year there were about four water stations whereas there was only one in previous years, I think it was because even they couldn’t find their places.

 

I understand that a hearse is being used this year as a back up vehicle, to cut out the middle man, as the first time that I "ran" it I was half dead at the finish and George Kennedy brought me a cup of tea and a cake, otherwise I would have died of starvation.

 

PS. You can use this in your next newsletter if you find it suitable        

Mike Walsh

 

Good advice

 Training most of the time to me seems hard work especially when you time yourself you always seem too slow. The one thing that racing does give is some sort of accuracy to how fit you are and not what you assume you are. Working weekends means I can’t be picky if I’m off and there is a race I do it. The one thing I did not want now that I’m doing London was to let one race dominate all my running for months. I have never really trained properly for Marathons this time I decided more long runs and at least one long race. The harder I try to achieve certain times the more disappointed I would be if I did not achieve them. Though I had a genuine reason for such a bad run at Helsby I was very annoyed that the race did nothing to help my confidence. The Blackpool Half Marathon was too good an opportunity to miss on the doorstep and the right distance. It was a typical Blackpool day - windy and cold but you never expect anything different. Though not ideal conditions I hoped for a sub 90 minutes a confidence booster.

 

The course had been changed because of the beached boat Riverdance. Ron had kept an eye on the proposed turning point the previous weekends and it was traffic chaos. We started at the Hilton the same as the 10k Fun Run then ran to the right of the Butlins Hotel up to the North Pier then back North along the lower prom. Heading south was ok as the wind was at your back we did one small loop up to the Gynn back to the Pier. Then we ran two big loops between the Pier and the Norbreck Castle. This was to be the first time I have ever raced listening to music with earphones on. I wanted to see if it made any difference to how I ran I found it helped. My apple shuffle, which is the size of a stamp and the thickness of 2 ‘after eights’ has a varied selection of good fast music. I took advantage of the tailwind knowing I would struggle with everyone else in the headwind. Lee had told me he would be training round the course I asked if he saw me to accompany me in the last lap. At 10 miles Pete Waywell and Lee where heading towards me. Lee turned and joined me just before we headed up the ramp and back into the last 3 miles of headwind. I have run with enough struggling runners to know the despair of having not a lot left in the tank. Lee helped me by just being there I know I will try harder trying to look less than a donkey as I already feel. Thankfully the section down to the Gynn is exactly that down so for a quarter of a mile I could let my legs go. I gave everything though I was told afterwards by two unnamed I looked to be taking it easy? I crossed the line desperately relieved to have finished. I checked the finish clock with my watch 1:25. Lee, who had a GPS said I ran 6:50, 6:51 and 6:22 for the last 3 miles. I was pleasantly pleased with myself but now I had to go home now and do the write up for the race for Mondays Blackpool Gazette.

 

The following week I was on Monday to Friday days 6 till 6 so I would not have much time for training runs. That Sunday was The Trimpell 20 - a race I had never done simply because I never fancied running 20 miles! This year I had decided to take part at the least it would be another boxed ticked in races done. The plan was to race then carry on straight up to Glasgow as it was Mothers’ Day. I knew the area well it takes in the Three Bridges 10k and the Wagon & Horses 10 miler. I decided that it would not be a race but a good training run and once again I would wear the shuffle. The previous day I had bought a small rucksack that had a water bladder within. I decided it was not a good time to use it for the first time - too risky. We had a good turnout Carmel, Yvonne, Julie, Jenny, Sue, Graham, Mike and Lee. I was surprised to see Tanya as she has been very ill for the last two weeks and did not look too good on the day. I had rung to check if I could still enter as I had missed the deadline. I was told I could enter, pick my number up on the day or pay on the day with no change given for £20 the entry fee was £17. I did not feel like suggesting what if I gave the exact £17 just glad to have a number. As usual that week I was offered two numbers from people who for differing reasons would not be running!!! At the start, the noticeable thing was that there seemed to be more lady runners than normal - a higher proportion. I intentionally set off very steady knowing there was 20 miles ahead and The Red Hot Chilli Peppers singing in my ears. The first 3 miles where easy then you went over the Millennium Bridge took a right and straight into a strong headwind de javue! The plus for the course was that it was mainly traffic free the negative was there was not much to look at. It was mainly on paths which we shared with walkers, dogs, their owners and cyclists. I am never too comfortable with fast moving cyclists whizzing past with inches to spare. I intentionally stopped at every water station making sure I had the whole contents from the cup of water. I won’t have to do this at London because the water is in bottles from which I can successfully drink from, unlike the cups, which end up mostly on my vest. I wanted to be sure I would run completely hydrated as this would not be an excuse for a bad run. The majority wore belts with bottles many with gels adorning their belt like some Wild West gunslingers gun belt. I have never yet tried a gel that I found reasonably pleasant enough to like they all taste Yuk. I knew it I would not trot round the whole 20 feeling great and sure enough I struggled at 17. The saving grace was that my watch read 1:59. All I thought was that I had 30 minutes to do the last 3 miles in. At 19 I was just holding on running against the wind is so draining. Just beyond the 19 mile marker I saw Mike Edge. I asked him for my car keys.  I did not want to run back the last mile to get them. Mike gave me the keys then 200 metres later I saw Lee. “Fancy running in with me?” Lee told me there was 100 metres only to go. I did not argue sure enough I turned the corner and I could see the finish. The last mile marker was more like half a mile.  I picked up my t shirt, mars bar and headed for the lovely hot showers. 2:19 for the 20 which was so much better than I hoped. I am not going to kid myself on thinking I could have ran another 6:2 in 40 minutes to give me a 3 hour Marathon. More like another hour at 12 minute mileing to give me 3:20.

 

No, London will be a whole different ball game that extra 6:2 will make a big difference but there are so many positives in doing London. The crowds, the bottled water, hopefully better weather conditions and knowing that everyone knows your time hopefully will spur me on. The one thing I know about Marathons is that you don’t race them, you run them. Everyone has advice, everyone means well, but the best advice I have ever been given by anyone is “never trust a fart”.

 

The following Tuesday I returned from Glasgow and straight to a 7 mile run with Louise down by the muddy Riverbank. Wednesday would be my last run of the week as I was starting nights that evening. Mrs Betmead and I did 11 miles and one of these days we will have a run when it is not windy. Caroline won the West Lancs Cross Country on Saturday making her the champ. She was more excited about Molly winning the U11’s Championship.  I’m just glad she is too young for the Inter Clubs. Thursday was a disaster Steff hammered me at Badminton and I knew the week was going too well. The highlight among all the madness was catching Roy Pickles as he was running past my house. It is hard to understand how frustrating it is not to run when all you want to do is run. Hopefully we may see Roy sometime this year - back again running with the club. Good luck pal.  

 

Written by: George Kennedy

Submitted:  10th March 2008  

Edited by: Brenda J Earnshaw WRR Editor