Closing dates for upcoming events

It would be great to have a fantastic turnout for both of these events. Please take note of the closing dates and make sure you email wiganendurance@hotmail.com if you wish to run.

 

Road Relay Championships – Sunday 25th March 2018 at Birkenhead Park Wirral

CLOSING DATE TO LET US KNOW IF YOU WANT TO RACE WEDNESDAY 14th MARCH

Test yourself against club mates and represent Wigan Harriers against clubs from all over the north of England.

A belter of an event open to all registered Harriers. We compete against teams from all over the north and we try to enter as many teams as possible. It’s 6 legs for the ladies and 12 for the men and the distances are either 8.5 or 4.3km. It would be fantastic if we could have a big turnout for this event. Cost is £8 per runner. Please email wiganendurance@hotmail.com if you want to represent the club in this prestigious event. For more details please see https://www.northernathletics.org.uk/events/northern-athletics-12-6-stage-road-relays-championships/

 

Masters Road Relay Championships – Saturday 28th April Sutton Park Sutton Coldfield Birmingham

CLOSING DATE TO LET US KNOW IF YOU WANT TO RACE THURSDAY 5th APRIL

Club outing to race teams from all over England in a beautiful setting.

Another relay event but only open to the oldies! Anyone over 35 can compete, the number of legs depends on age category. It’s a great event in a fantastic parkland setting. Please email wiganendurance@hotmail.com if you are interested so we can see what sort of numbers we have.

Many thanks for your support.

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Upcoming club events

Cross Country – Saturday 3rd March Ulverston

The next Cross Country race takes place this Saturday 3rd March at GSK Sports Club, Ulverston. If you are a registered club member do please come along, join in and represent the club. There is no selection criteria, just a club vest is required. The course this weekend is either short spikes or trail shoes so a great opportunity for those people who have yet to try one, don’t be shy, give it a try! For details of location, course maps and timings please look at http://www.midlancs.org.uk/

Road Relay Championships – Sunday 25th March 2018 at Birkenhead Park Wirral

A belter of an event open to all registered Harriers. We compete against teams from all over the north and we try to enter as many teams as possible. It’s 6 legs for the ladies and 12 for the men and the distances are either 8.5 or 4.3km. It would be fantastic if we could have a big turnout for this event. Cost is £8 per runner. Please email wiganendurance@hotmail.com if you want to represent the club in this prestigious event. For more details please see https://www.northernathletics.org.uk/events/northern-athletics-12-6-stage-road-relays-championships/

Masters Road Relay Championships – Saturday 28th April Sutton Park Sutton Coldfield Birmingham

Another relay event but only open to the oldies! Anyone over 35 can compete, the number of legs depends on age category. It’s a great event in a fantastic parkland setting. Please email wiganendurance@hotmail.com if you are interested so we can see what sort of numbers we have.

Wigan Trail 10k – Sunday 13th May 10.30am

This is the club’s very own trail race which we hold every year in Amberswood Nature Reserve. Many of you have helped previously as course marshals, first aiders, car park attendants, course markers, registration desk and it’s important we have your help again please to ensure it’s another first class event. Please let us know on wiganendurance@hotmail.com if you can help with marshaling duties. Thank you!

Don’t forget you can follow us on twitter @wigan_runners or like the Endurance facebook page @wiganrunners. If neither of those float your boat then sign up to follow the website wiganharriersendurance.wordpress.com and you’ll get an email as soon as there are any updates. Three great ways to stay in touch! Often last minute details regarding training will be shared via facebook or twitter.

Please continue to send in your race times, photos or race reports so we can share your successes throughout the club. Every week Chris Green will be collating these results so it’s important you let him know!

Cheers, happy running!

Northern nutters!

Northern Athletics Cross Country Championships over the years have delivered some very trying days out. Slushy icy snow, heavy mud, hail stones have been just a few of the interesting conditions “Mother Nature” has thrown at us!

Did this cause our four Harriers any delay in signing up? Hell no! They were on it “like a tramp on a kipper”!

The setting was in the parkland grounds of Harewood House just north of Leeds. A quick google on the morning of the race confirmed the venue as being rather posh with a very large open parkland estate.

After a decent journey the four Harriers managed a rendezvous in the car park. No mean feat as a thousand cars, trees and plenty of grass don’t lend themselves to be very good indicators of where you are! It was also useful that although we were in the middle of nowhere there was actually a mobile signal!

We then attempted to work out what the course was like. This proved to be a tough ask as the course for the men was two laps of 6k each, rather long for a warm up. We contented ourselves with just getting a flavour of it and figuring out the start and finish areas.

In essence the course was rough open grassland with a few swampy areas. As usual the more heavily trafficked areas had cut up a little. It twisted and turned over a vast area of the estate managing to take in plenty of climbs. It certainly seemed like it was going to be breezy in the exposed areas (the whole course!!)

We watched the start of the ladies race. The photos don’t do justice to either the spectacle of hundreds of ladies charging across a field or the toughness of an UPHILL start!

After not really enough time for a decent warm up it was game on for the Senior Men’s Race 12k, 2 laps. 😁

Newcomer to the fold was Rick Rose-Coulthard. Rather impressively wasting no time in getting involved and representing the club at Cross Country. Rick was joined by three Cross Country stalwarts…Mark Morgan-Hillam, Kevin Edwards and Mike Harris. It promised to be an interesting battle, Kev and Mike certainly felt like they were lacking a surname in the fight!

Mike nearly missed the start after undergoing an emergency last minute dash to the portaloos! At least a few fast strides were managed as warm up getting back to the start line!

The men do the full course which is the outer perimeter of these pretty coloured loops.

Rick shot off at the start and took an immediate lead among the Harriers. The  course was fantastic but tough going in places. There was some mud, spongy grass, breezy exposed areas and hard climbs. It was however constantly changing in character which kept things interesting. Rick maintained a decent lead throughout the first lap, hundreds of runners means it’s often hard to see your clubmates out on the course. Lap two really closed things up. Mark was creeping up on Mike with Mike in turn closing in on Rick. With a couple of miles to go it was really hard to call how the Harriers order would pan out. Meanwhile Kevin was having a fantastic run picking his way through the field.

With about a mile to go Mike got in front of Rick and by the time of the switchback hill climb it was easy for the three Harriers to see each other! Mike  was desperate to avoid any “sprint finish shenanigans” against younger legs ran hard downhill. Mark ” Week long taper” Hillam-Morgan finished strongly to bag third spot with Kevin nowhere near where he feared he might be – “The back” Those dozens of Haigh parkruns meant Kev was strong for those cheeky climbs!

Out of 761 finishers our guys were…

336rd Mike Harris 52:08

345th Rick Rose-Coulthard 52:25

362nd Mark Morgan-Hillam 52:44

660th Kevin Edwards 1:03:58

As you can tell from the after race photo we were well pleased with ourselves. A tough 12k but satisfying nevertheless. The event was a trial run for holding the National Cross Country Championships in 2019. It was definitely a thumbs up from Wigan Harriers and we should definitely make sure we enter teams next year! A great day out was then rounded off with the Harriers party night! Happy days! 🍺🍷🎟🎉

 

Sam sounds his klaxon!

Central Lancs Half Marathon: 07/01/2018

“If you’re not going to race it properly then why bother? “: Chris Green – Wigan Harrier and Ironman.

Three weeks into the Don Fink Ironman training plan I found myself looking at a Sunday entry for a 1.5 hours run in Zone 2. I had tried to stick to the plan 100% however earlier last year a notification flashed up on my phone from the local “Don’t be Shit” Ironman WhatsApp group:

“Anybody up for the Central Lancs New Year Half Marathon Sunday 7th Jan? Good way to burn the puddings off. Cheap friendly race”.

Being that it was 10pm on a Saturday night, my decision was lubricated by a particularly fine bottle of Rioja and I responded immediately to say I had signed up.

Flash forward to Saturday the 6th of January and I found myself cursing that bottle of Rioja. Training had been going to plan and despite the sudden increase in activities I was feeling in good shape, aching shoulder from swimming notwithstanding. Did I really want to go and run a Half when I had recently been shackled to a conservative 60 mins at a steady plod? Having agreed to enter with my fellow Talk Shit members, and paid my fee, pulling out wasn’t really an option. Well it was an option, but so is dropping your pants in Market Place at 8am while drinking a can of Special Brew and neither would do my reputation any good. With this in mind I planned to tackle it as a training run all be it around 2 hours in length rather than the prescribed 1.5 hours from Dr Fink. Later that evening as I yet again cursed another bottle of Rioja, (this time as I couldn’t drink it due to the following morning’s race) I consulted Twitter of its opinion in regards to pushing for a PB on a race or taking it steady for training purposes. The overwhelming consensus was to go for it: “If you’re not going to race, then why pay, idiot”, “I’d go for it if I was you”, and “FAKE NEWS, stop talking Brexit down” were the general responses. With my mind set straight by the Twitterati I made off for bed.

I awoke on Sunday morning feeling refreshed after a good night’s sleep (It’s not you it’s me Rioja….), got myself dressed and was promptly picked up by my fellow Musketeers as we fired off toward Central Lancashire. The journey was straight forward enough although coming off the motorway and heading into Preston it was evident that the roads were still pretty icy. We arrived at the car park and trotted towards the Race registration desk at the small village hall. Picking up our numbers there was a noticeably smaller field and it was later announced by the organisers that about 25% of the entrants had failed to turn up. It was humbling not to be part of that statistic. Paul Fisher (one of the Talk Shit members) and I joined the short queue for the Porta Loos while the other two lads Andy and Buckley headed back to the car. I took the opportunity to pick Paul’s brains about his successful Ironman in 2017 and most of the conversation revolved around toilets. How many times did you stop to go during the event? Did you need a poo? What happens to your bike when you use the facilities? Did you see anyone just “Let it go?” (peeing while cycling). The toilet queue moved pretty quickly possibly helped by a few folk leaving the line in disgust at my questions, and Paul and I were soon heading back to the car to meet up with the others and get ready for the start.

After negotiating the frozen puddles in the car park we stripped off our warm layers and exposed ourselves to the cold. As the only one wearing tights, I was the wimpy D’Artagnan to my three short wearing Musketeers although we all opted for long sleeve tops, me with my vest on top as it wasn’t a cross country so I guessed that would be acceptable. We set off for a brief warm up and ran just under a mile along the course till we reached a natural rise with a hedge along the side. Here we decided to take a quick toilet stop behind the sparse hedge before lining up to start. I wasn’t concerned that any of the passing cars would spot me at the side of the road. It’s not like I had a big sign with my name on pinned to the front of my clothes.

Taking our place on the start line we received a short safety briefing and I moved myself further down the line leaving the other guys up front ready to chase down the leaders. The race director radioed in for the final approval and we were off.
I’d set my watch to a Distance and Time target, 13.1 miles and 1 hour fifty minutes. My PB at the half was 1 hour and 51 mins however I thought if I set it to under then at least I had a buffer if I started to flag. A chorus of Garmin beeps indicated the first mile was up but the mile marker was notable in its absence. As we headed out of Lea Town and along station road we powered up the slight incline over the Railway Station bridge:
“The Runner now arriving at Mile one is the Central Lancs New Year Half Marathon entrant. Calling at miles 1 to 13.1. Athletes are advised the mile marker is currently running approximately 0.1 of a mile over schedule. ”A quick chat with a couple of runners from Knowsley Harriers confirmed it wasn’t just me and we were all showing the course as long. As we approached the next mile marker we nodded in acknowledgment as again the Garmins chimed their collective song a good way before marker number 2.

Miles 2 to 4 wound their way around some lovely quiet country roads which despite not being closed to vehicles remained pretty much traffic free. I tried my best to find a line that was clear of ice but found the only option was to shorten my stride and take it easy. The frost bitten hedges of Lancashire cast a long winter shadow on the icy tarmac roads and hindered the suns ability to melt their glistening surfaces.
Heading through Catforth I came to the first water station where bottled water with the caps removed provided welcome relief. Despite the cold weather, I was heating up fast and had to remove my gloves and roll up my sleeves. I began to curse my wimpy constitution and the amount of clothing I had donned at the start. The field of runners had started to spread out by this point and there was moment of blissful solitude in the early January sun. Around mile six I checked my watch to find I was still holding a steady 8 min mile. Feeling strong I caught up with Buckley and we chatted for a while as we ran. Buckley told me to push on if I felt up to it so I stretched out and headed off down the long and perfectly straight Inskip Road. Taking a couple of runners I heard a bike behind me making a strange buzzing noise like it was struggling to break. I turned round to find no sign of said bike. In fact there was nothing behind me at all? The next runner was about 20 meters behind and there was nothing else on the road. Half a mile later the sound returned. This time I turned to find a drone flying about 2 meters behind me. Like a startled bird it twitched, shot off vertically into the sky and headed off to the east. I was brought back to the moment by my Garmin, doing it’s thing, Mile 8, now where’s the damn marker?

Crossing the motorway for the second time I was back on the right side of the M6 to finish. The bridge was quite icy at this point and navigating the downward slope required care. Large puddles had pooled at the bottom and frozen solid. Over the course of the morning the ice had been broken by passing vehicles leaving frozen fractals all around. Mile 10 approached and it was time to test my limits and break through. Quick pace check, on target, the cold had never bothered me anyway…. (Turns Disney CD off…)

Miles 10 and 11 passed uneventfully as I motored home passing a few runners who had obviously run out of steam. My fuelling strategy had been pre-emptive taking gels at 30, 60 and 120 minutes. A little too early you may think but I had tried something new and it seemed to be paying off.

Rounding the corner we closed the loop and spurred off back down Station Road towards Lea Town and the finish. Checking my watch I knew a PB was in the bag even if I walked from this point. Fatal mistake. Suddenly my mind switch from “you can do this”, to “you’ve done this, relax man, chill, take it easssyyyy” To counter I did some quick calculations. Yes I had a PB, but by how much, could I go 1:45? It seemed possible but then anything seems possible maths wise at the end of a race, blowing, hungry, struggling to calculate beyond the 2 times table.

Rounding the final corner my watch buzzed, “Goal complete: 13.1 miles 1:45:38” but the finish was nowhere to be seen. Andy and Paul who had both finished well under 1:45 cheered me on as I turned and saw the line of cones that indicated the finish. I burst into a sprint taking one, then two runners. All that remained in front of me was one guy in a bright yellow t-shirt. He seemed to be pulling away but I dropped my head, pumped my arms and chased him down. With each stride I got closer, channelling Dave Collins: “Reel him in!!” I got within a foot or two when I was grabbed by a race official, “Whoa, whoa, you’ve missed the finish mate it’s here!” as he pushed me to the right. Turns out Mr Yellow t-shirt wasn’t even in the race. He was simply out for his Sunday run! 😂

Jumping over the tape between the cones I stumbled over the finish line. Not since the Bahamas Shaunae Miller dived over the finish line to take Gold in the 400 meter final at Rio had a victory been so scrappy. I stopped my watch. 1:46:50.

A new PB.​

To compound the hilarity of my finish I was then handed the largest medal I have even seen. This bad boy would make made an American Rapper proud (Ice Ice Baby!). Measuring in at approximately 20cm it would later be used as a plate for my post-race bacon butty, but at the end of the day:

“If you’re not going to make a proper medal then why bother?” –The bloke that makes medals (Probably).

2017 Wigan Harriers Endurance Awards

A team of ten people spent many hours analysing club records, race reports and nearly 30 sets of nominations from fellow members to come with the list of award winners for 2017.

Everyone involved in the process realised how difficult it was to split the performances apart, there were many excellent results and all the categories were highly competitive. All Harriers should feel proud of their 2017 race results regardless of whether they won a prize.

The awards will be presented at our party on the 27th January at the Bellingham Hotel.

Please make sure you support the winners and come enjoy a great party!



Up to 10 miles

Male – Chris Burton

Chris ran a superb PB at Southport Mad Dog 10k in February, knocking 1:28 off his best to register 37:12.

Mad Dog Burton


Female – Pauline Taylor

Pauline ran a brilliant time of 57:29 at the Cheshire 10k in March, taking 42 seconds off her previous best set in 2016. It was a great improvement.

Pauline 2nd from left.



10 – 20 miles

Male – John Heyes

John showed his improving form by improving his best set in May at Liverpool of 1:59.03 down to 1:44.13 at the English Half Marathon at Warrington in September.

John Heyes 2nd from left


Female – Katie Green

Although not an easy course the English Half was a happy hunting ground for many Harriers. Katie ran an excellent 1:48.21, taking her PB down from 2016 level of 1:55.54.

Katie first on the right.



20 miles – Marathon

Male – Chris Burton

Chris topped the 2017 Marathon rankings with his run at Liverpool Rock and Roll  Marathon in May. He took 10:17 off his 2016 performance to register a new PB of 3.09:44.

Chris PB hunting.


Female – Karen Moorfield

Manchester was where Karen took a mighty 16.33 off her 2016 run to gain a new PB of 3:27.58.

Karen leaving nothing on the course.



Ultra (Just one winner – male or female)

Julie Valentine

Julie dug very very deep and completed the 200 mile Southport to Hornsea Ultra Great Britain in August.

Julie at the end!


Cross Country (2017 calendar – split across two seasons)

Male – Mike Harris

Ever present throughout all Mid Lancs, Northern and National Races, Mike finished as highest placer Harrier in the Senior Men’s league & scored in every race for the A team continuing the form into the 2017-18 season.

Mike running hard at the National XC.


Female – Jayne Taylor

Jayne bounced back from illness to finish the 2016-17 season strongly before pushing on further in the 2017-18 season with two top ten finishes in the over 35’s category and a couple of 1st L55 finishes.

 

Artistic licence – used a non-XC shot!



Most improved Athlete of the year

Male – Chris Green

With significant PB’s at both 10k (1st sub 40 mins) and Marathon (a massive 10 mins off his PB) Chris had a pretty spectacular year!

Chris at Wigan 10k


Female – Rachel Simm

Rachel smashed new PB’s at both Half Marathon (massive 48 mins!) and 10k (13 mins) in a fantastic year of improvement.

Rachel Simm 1st left



Athlete of the year

Male – Chris Green

Not content with battering his PB’s at 10k and Marathon, Chris also managed to successfully complete IRONMAN. 2017 was a green year!

Chris Green you are an IRONMAN!


Female – Karen Moorfield

As well as obliterating her marathon PB, Karen utilised her endurance training to smash the Lakeland 50 in 11:43, a superb run.

Karen ran in a pair with Warren.

Karen in Wigan 10k action


Congratulations again to all our winners!

 

 

Amsterdam Marathon by Katie Green

For most people, going to Amsterdam for a birthday weekend away would mean drinks, food and relaxing. That doesn’t happen when your stupid enough to marry a runner. Chris thought it would be a great idea to sign me up to Amsterdam marathon for my 30th birthday present and make it really memorable, he has a lot more faith in me than I do.

Bricking it would be a complete understatement of how nervous I was on race day morning. I had Chris being his annoyingly perky race day self bouncing around and telling me I’ll be fine and a mile and a half walk from the hotel to the start of the race to carry on freaking out. Turning up at an Olympic stadium surrounded by a couple of thousand people really doesn’t help settle your nerves, thank god for all the portaloos outside the stadium. We found Cath and Pete not long after we arrived then made our way into the stadium, still petrified at this point, I got a kiss and a hug off Chris then we went to our waiting areas and waited anxiously for it to all start. I had Cath and Pete trying to chill me out a bit saying it will be fine and I was trying to remind myself that I know I’m capable of at least 18 miles so even if I have to walk after that I should be able to do it.

The starting gun went and the elites set off, followed by the other stupidly fast idiots who can somehow run this thing in 3 hours. It only took ten minutes between the starting gun going off and our coral crossing the start line and then it got very real very fast. I knew I wanted to try and aim for 4 hours hours so all I had to for was 9 minute miles but that’s a lot easier to maintain when not surrounded by daft amounts of runners from around 110 countries. The first 3 miles were spent trying to avoid being tripped up by people cutting across without warning, some serious bottle necking on corners and not breaking an ankle running over tram lines. I had some wonderful man crack his elbow into my arm so hard my Garmin paused because it thought I fell but luckily I noticed and started it again (though may as well have not bothered as it rebelled later on). I was feeling pretty comfortable for a bit from mile 5, there were fewer runners trying to take me out and my legs felt pretty happy but I was very aware of how warm it was getting and how few clouds there were. I hate running when its hot, I avoid the sun at most costs even when just out and about and I have stupid running vest shaped sunburn now to back up why I hate running in heat. I was getting to the point where your trying to spot a portaloo or a bush just so you can pee before you get desperate and run the risk of wetting yourself, because no one really wants that to happen, and resources were few and far between. Luckily around mile 8 at the refueling station I saw my chance but this is where things started to go a bit tits up.

I managed to pee during a race and keep my dignity but my Garmin decided to go screw you. Looking at the screen and there was a lovely little black square covering the centre of the face and nothing was playing. It wouldn’t reset, turn off or even beep annoyingly at me, bollocks was the overwhelming train of thought. I knew I was going to have to run blind and try and use my best judgement as to what pace I was doing. I took a risk and started the Strava on my phone just so I could have a record of my run but I knew it would drain battery so may not last the distance. I had to rely on the race markers that were laid out but I always run in miles trying to gauge things in kilometres was a bit odd. I made sure I took my blocks at regular intervals and started having the banana at the rest stops. I managed to find some English runners after spotting them laughing at me calling a french runner a knob for nearly tripping me up and they were kind enough to let me know I was still on pace for 4 hours. My brain was starting to think this could happen but then my leg had other ideas.

Just after the half way point my usual issue cropped up, the right side of my hip and backside started to go tight and I knew this was going to go downhill fast. Arguing with myself I knew this was going to turn into a walk/ run race and I really didn’t want that to happen. We were starting on the longest out and back section of the course down the canal, very little shade and hot sun sun and soooo hard. I spent the next few miles alternating between slowing my pace, stopping to stretch, having to walk and arguing with my leg that it was a git who I wasn’t happy with. I told myself if I could get to 35k without dying I could finish this and at 32k I came very close to having a bit of a break down. I was walking again as my right thigh was just cramping up and all around my knee was spasming. I tried ringing Chris figuring he would have finished but his phone was still off so I just text him to let him know I was in a bad way. Hobbling along trying my best not to cry and having complete strangers cheer you on while passing runners patted me on the back for encouragement was very surreal. I was in a beautiful city on a gorgeous day and if I wasn’t in so much pain running a stupid marathon I would have been very happy but I just wanted to lie down on the floor and have someone bring me ice cream.

I managed to tell myself off enough to start shuffling again as I passed the 33k marker but I was very aware that this was the hardest 10k I would ever run, everything in me wanted to stop but as Chris likes to point out I’m a stubborn git and I had come too far to quit. It was a shuffle/ jog/ walk race from this point but I knew I had to do it, I couldn’t sit on the floor and cry in front of this many strangers it would definitely end up being filmed. I got past the Duracell bunny cheering us on with 5k to then I found another broken runner who helped get me to the end. A lovely girl called Kaitlin was talking to a dutch guy about how she had injured her hamstring around the 28k mark and had been told not to carry on but she had trained too hard not to finish. She was asking if this guy would run with her so I turned round and said i would get her to the finish. It was odd being as broken as I was and telling this girl I would get her round the last of a marathon seeing as I had never done one before. She was so grateful and we kept chatting to distract ourselves from the pain while counting down the markers. She kept apologizing for needing to walk as we reached Vondel park but I told her she was getting me round as much as I was getting her round. We were happily calling the other runners gits that had finished and were walking eating ice cream and we were both cursing our partners who were both capable of sub 3:30 marathons. She was so perky even in agony and she made that last bit bearable. We were both saying that it doesn’t matter if were not running were moving forward and that’s all that matters. I’ve never been do happy to have someone shout out that there’s only 800m left to go. I may have squealed at the sight of the stadium and I’m pretty sure that’s going to be the only picture of me during the race where I look happy. We both hobbled into the stadium and onto the running track with a feeling of pure relief that we could stop in just a few feet. We both got our asses over that finish line! I had Chris come straight over and give me a massive hug, and I held it together and didn’t cry, then me and my running buddy gave each other a hug and thanks for getting each other through it.

Everything from my hips down was in agony. I could barely walk and just wanted to lie down but I did it. Chris and Cath were telling me how proud they were and all I could do was be angry with myself. I knew I was capable of better and was just going over all the what if’s in my head. I’m still doing it now. I know when I stop feeling annoyed with myself I will probably be proud of myself but I think the leg pain and sunburn will have gone before that happens. The main positive I’m taking from this run is that I managed to cover the distance even though I wanted to give up and I managed to help another runner finish something she trained so hard for.

Well done Katie – apologies it took a couple of weeks to publish!

Club records

The club records are overdue for a refresh. The 2017 records have been created for the year so far, if you are a member and have registered on “the power of ten” website then your best performance will be included. Please drop the club an email if your best is missing or someone else had run in your name!

Club records 2017

The overall records are ready for updating so as soon as this information is tidied up we will publish these too.

Happy reading stats fans!!

 

Wigan 10k by Chris Green

Wigan 10k…PB hunting.

I think I have finally learned. This was probably my best race ever. Pre race warm up with Warren and Karen then into the start pen after all the pics and the use of Sam’s bucket.

A long countdown from Jack and we were away I sat on Gaz Wane’s shoulder as watched some of the red and black army go of into the distance. Every race I set off too fast and every race I die. I should have learned this, really I should. Mile 1 was a little fast but it’s down hill so free speed, the 40 min pacers were running on effort I think and not on time. Mile 2 bang on what I wanted pace wise as I was going for sub 40 turning into stadium way still with Gary Jonathan and Kyle not far behind us slowly catching up to Paul Platt. Banter between me and jonathan and Kyle, basically me shouting at them we were on home turf, this is our training ground, come on pick it up.

Jonathan was on my shoulder as we left Gary heading down past the stadium past the water station, no gin needed for me Mark but kind offer. I caught Paul as we left the barriers and went past him I had Warren in my sights. We were right with the 40 min pacers from exiting the stadium this is my favourite part of the course getting shouts and shouting to the other runners coming the other way. As we exited the industrial estate a shout to Mel and Leanne.

Both me and Warren overtook Paul Bryers I was feeling good all the way up the hill to the park so I kicked on. I saw Jordan on the right turn he seemed to be struggling as I passed him more banter getting him tuck in behind me before Andy Mac sang me a song teenage kicks I was singing all through the park while looking over my shoulder and encouraging Jordan.

Round the corner of youth zone Stuart Fairclough next in line for abuse ” I’m catching you Stu I’m going to beat you”. That’s when I started to kick beat Stuart over the line by 1 second gun time 39:24 chip time 2 seconds quicker a 2 minute pb finally sub 40. Really happy Jordan and Jonathon also got under it as well. I managed to see the wife cross the line also with a PB too.

Mersey Tunnel 10k by Alex Roberts

The Mersey Tunnel 10k is a unique event as far as 10k races are concerned. Not only is it point-to-point race where you start in Liverpool and finish in New Brighton, but you run through the Kingsway Tunnel where one of the 2 tunnels is closed off to traffic which is the race’s major selling point. I did this race for the first time last year and really enjoyed it. After hesitating over whether to enter again due to a holiday not long prior to the event, I decided it was too good of a race to miss, so duly signed up for it once again.

I made my way to Blackstock Street on the outskirts of Liverpool City Centre where the race would start and dropped off my bag into one of the baggage buses that would drive ahead of us to New Brighton. In the days leading up to the race it was forecasted heavy rain, so although not ideal I figured I’d be dry for the first few miles at least whilst running through the tunnel. Alas, it turned out to be dry, so it’ll be interesting to see how long it stays that way.

Before I knew it, 9.30am came about and the race began. We snaked our way down the emergency access road, did a 180 degree turn at the bottom and into the Kingsway Tunnel. As we descended the tunnel, there was nothing more surreal than hearing the sounds of hundreds of runners pounding their feet on the ground instead of the roar of cars. The pounding was occasionally broken up by someone shouting “OGGY, OGGY, OGGY!” and everyone shouting “OI, OI, OI!” back.

At about 2km the tunnel flattened out as we reached the bottom. It was only flat for a short while before the uphill incline to the Wirral side began – all 1 mile of it! For those who know me from training will no doubt affirm, I actually enjoy some of the hill sessions we have at Haigh Hall in the summer months and Coppull Lane when the nights draw in, so it was time to put my enthusiasm and training into practice! Although the incline isn’t that steep, because it’s constant it can be tough to maintain the pace, as I found. What perhaps didn’t help was that it was warmer down in the tunnel than I remembered from last year. Nonetheless, I past the 3km mark, went round the bend and before I knew it I saw broad daylight in the distance. I pushed on and made it outside; however the hill running wasn’t done yet. I had to carry on up to the top and then another 180 degree turn before the toll booths up another emergency access ramp, onto Oakdale Road and flat land. Hooray!

After turning onto Oakdale Road, there was the most welcome sight of a water station. I grabbed the bottle and ran for a few hundred yards attempting to drink as much as possible before dropping it. I carried on past the 4km mark and onto Dock Road towards Seacombe. I was already drained after the tunnel section and the forecasted rain had failed to materialise which I had been banking on to cool me down. I ploughed on towards the 5km mark and turned onto the Promenade alongside the River Mersey by Seacombe Ferry Terminal which I would run along all the way to New Brighton.

I was half-expecting some sort of breeze to cool me down a bit in the absence of rain, but annoyingly this was behind me, so I ploughed on and reached The Ferry pub in Egremont where the second of 2 water stations was situated. I grabbed a bottle and raced past the 7km mark. The beauty of this race is that the route along the Promenade is that it’s mostly flat, but alas I was lacking in energy to take full advantage having used most of it in the Tunnel. The benches may have looked an appealing proposition, but I gave my head a wobble and reminded myself the “tough” bit was already out of the way, I had done these distances before and there wasn’t that much of the course left to run, so I ploughed on and past the 8km mark.

Soon enough I was entering New Brighton and I past the 9km mark – not far to go! I headed towards Fort Perch Rock, turned left to skirt the lake and saw a long straight stretch with the finish line just about visible in the background. I pushed myself a bit with the cheering crowds encouraging us for the final few hundred meters and before I knew it, I was crossing the finish line!

It was a tough race because of the mile long ascent up the Kingsway Tunnel and, in my case, it hadn’t helped that I had done no running for 2 weeks during September as I was on holiday in Spain. Nonetheless, I was satisfied with my time of 48:16 which was around 2 minutes quicker than my time from last year.

The Mersey Tunnel 10k is a unique race and it’s a good test of your abilities to maintain your pace up a constant incline and a flat route. I fully recommend it to anyone, particularly if you’re looking for a challenge or want to do something that’s a bit different from other 10k’s. It’s one of my favourite races on the calendar and I look forward to hopefully taking part again next year.

Wigan 10k by Alex Roberts

The next report on Wigan 10k comes from one of our newer members, Alex Roberts.

Having done various runs this year since joining the Wigan Harriers, it would have been rude not to enter the Wigan 10k given it was my home town race. Having acquired new PB’s earlier in the year, firstly at the Liverpool Spring 10k at Sefton Park in May and again 2 months later at the Southport 10k, I was sceptical about my chances of smashing it here considering the slightly hilly nature of the course, but in any case I was determined to do better than my time last year.

I watched the weather forecast which hinted it might be cloudy for the race with the threat of rain, so wondered whether we would get away with it. I arrived in Wigan over an hour before the race and made my way down towards the college for the team photo. Although I had done various runs since joining the Harriers and a regular at the training sessions, this was the first race as a newbie in 2017 that I felt part of the group and part of a team. Everyone was pumped up for the race and I felt the vibes that everyone was confident of a good race.

Shortly after the team photo was taken, it started to rain. It wasn’t torrential rain, but I was guaranteed a soaking as it was the fine stuff. Getting slowly drenched and having wished my friends and other Harriers well for the race, I made my way to the start area focused on the race ahead getting slowly cool and slowly wet, thinking “can we just get on with this please?”

Before I knew it, it turned 10am and the race began. The atmosphere at the start line and along the course from all the spectators and fellow runners was amazing and it certainly gave me a boost for the first couple of km’s as I ran into the rain along Park Road and Woodhouse Lane. As I turned onto Scot Lane, I really started to feel the rain now but ploughed on along Stadium Way and towards the DW Stadium where we had to do a loop via the back of the car park and Robin Park Arena. I’m not sure if it was the rain or running behind the East Stand car park having an air of familiarity to it given this was the venue of many of the training sessions I attended since joining the Harriers earlier this year or the fantastic steel drum band performing near the stadium, but at this point I was motoring and ploughed on towards the water station at the Arena and past the halfway point running back on to Stadium Way.

As I made my way through Martland Mill Industrial Estate, it started to speculate whether I could actually beat my PB after all as I had good pace and the rain was not deterring me, but instead of dwelling on what my Garmin was telling me and being distracted by doing the arithmetic in my head, I put those thoughts to the back of my mind and ploughed on through the rain. I made my way back onto Woodhouse Lane and powered through Beech Hill. As I approached Springfield and the 8km mark, I took another glance at the Garmin and I started to believe I was on course to beat my PB…providing of course I didn’t lose too much time on the hilly sections during the final 2km’s.

I carried on putting one foot in front of the other and ploughed up the hill past the Pagefield, underneath the railway and into Mesnes Park past the 9km mark. I’m not sure if it was intentional to route the final km up the hill through Mesnes Park, but I’m not complaining, so I rose to the challenge and tackled the hill where the crowds at the top were cheering us on despite the wet weather. Only ½ km to go with a nice downhill and flat section to go!

Now out of Mesnes Park and onto Mesnes Park Terrace, I went for it, turned onto Parson’s Walk and legged it towards the finish line that was now in sight. I crossed the line and leapt for joy with a fist pump when I stopped the Garmin and it flashed a time of 46:39 which was a new PB – BOOM! Although I was knackered, I couldn’t contain my delight at smashing my PB by over a minute despite talking myself down before the race. It also meant I had improved on my time from last year by almost 3 minutes. Maybe there is such a thing as home advantage!

All in all, despite getting drenched by the fine rain, I was very satisfied with my effort at this year’s Wigan 10k. When I first got into running 10k distances, I remember saying to myself over 2 years ago I’d be satisfied with completing my first race in just under 60mins. Having come a long way since then and seen the progress made this year, I’m now determined to kick on and have set myself a target of getting a sub-45min time soon.