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.

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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.

Chris IRONMAN Green 2017

Ironman 2017 redemption

Finally the day has come! 3:30 am up and quick shower, more to wake my self up than anything, breakfast and as much coffee as I could get into my system before we had to leave. We got to the flash just after 4:30. I headed to my bike, put my food and water bottles on, a quick check and then back to meet Katie. Wetsuit on and ready met up with a few of the Invictus tri group I kept my self really quiet. This is where Katie left me and my nerves really began to kick in and also show. I walked to the back of the line for the swim not really listening to the music, more in my own little bubble. I decided that I wanted to get in the 1:50 mark so lined up there and chatted with a few people, then people were getting in the water and we were moving slowly forward. I was stopped before getting into the water so the pro’s could complete their first lap it took me about 20 mins to get into the water, I had learned from last year keep right its less crowded, a few stokes of breast stroke to get used to the water and calm my nerves but it wasn’t working. I swam slowly to the first buoy in breast stroke, I was in a mental battle and losing. I had a word with myself. I knew I had to do front crawl to get round so I stuck my head in the greeny brown water and started just taking it easy. I had Kellyanne’s voice in my head telling me off about my stroke and to use full strokes, I got into the breathing and my stroke and was soon near the top buoy, breast stroke round it easier to sight the next one then back into crawl towards the sailing club it breast stroke again at the turn then I could see the exit. This is the hardest part of the swim towards the car park fighting against the current remembering to kick more so legs work when get out the water. I got to the exit and I was dragged/ helped out, looked at my watch 51 mins, relief! I still had 1:30 ish to do the next lap, a quick jog round and back in heading out to the top buoy with the current taking me felt so much easier I was actually catching people. I had someone’s feet in front of me to just follow and I was actually enjoying myself. I was overtaking people all the way to getting out of the water. That was it, I knew in my own mind I had done it. I had massive shout from Katie and Cath, further along the exit Kellyanne was shouting and swearing at me, ‘piece of piss now Chris you’ve done it!’

Running into transition I took my time and made sure I had everything, still smiling I must have been the happiest man in there 138.2 miles to go and I knew I had done it, that may sound cocky but my worst bit was over and demons banished. There’s slight drizzle, ‘I won’t need the sun cream’, how wrong could I be.

Walking from transition to the mount line, making sure I was well past it before getting on the bike, more words of encouragement from Katie I and could see the relief on her face.

Nice and steady out of the park and onto the roads into higher gears, over taking lots of people all the way up to the loop my legs felt ok, nice and steady feeling comfortable tucking in and trying to get as much speed as possible down towards Lostock train station. I knew there was a diversion on the route but wasn’t expecting the hill as we turned right! I was in all the wrong gears but powered up it, no time to get out of the big ring onto Chorley New Road and up to Babylon lane. This little street from the lights all the way to the top of the hill near the pub is amazing, people shouting and cheering and hi 5’s it’s like on the tour de france from the pub. The first time over Sheephouse doing ok to that bastard tree that never gets any closer, me and a guy (Liam) were laughing and telling jokes all the way up it and getting funny looks as we passed struggling riders. Round the tree to the Sheephouse fancy dress party, flew down the back to Belmont round the corner up the hill in the big ring I knew I could carry the speed at the top of the hill and into the wind, I would beat Liam up the hills but he was better on the flat and so for the next lap and a half we played leap frog. It was great getting to just before Hunter Hill, that’s where I saw Pauline and a few others, I think it was Paul Brierton who shouted Greeny you can swim!

I was eating malt loaf and powerbars while on the bike and stopped for banana a couple of times but I think I should have taken on more fuel, I struggled on the second lap. The crowds were amazing again on Babylon Lane and Hunters and near the Rigby Arms with the Invictus triathlon club there. I caught Liam again after Pepper Lane on the second lap, the first lap I saw Mike Harris with the Harriers flag but I couldn’t carry it on my bike. I followed the course round the third time up Babylon Lane round towards the split, it was great to finally able to take the split towards T2, me and Liam were a steady distance overtaking each other and just laughing at each other as one would look as we overtook. I slowed right down as we came down the hill and managed to get off the bike before the dismount line he nearly threw himself over the bars trying to stop in time. We walked and racked the bikes.

Full on change for me into the club vest, SIS caffeine shot and a power bar and we were soon away. I was struggling the up the hill and the first two miles felt like I had a stitch, I just couldn’t shift it. Burping a few times helped but it wouldn’t go. Liam was shouting at me dragging me along. The first 3 miles were awful, we made it to the loop and all of a sudden I felt great. The first half of the loop just get your bearings, down to the timing mat at the bottom turn back on your self and head back into town. After the turn is where the Harriers were gathered and I had great cheers and support (you really don’t know how much it means when you’re struggling and being at it for about 10 hours to see friendly faces) head down the hill me and Liam chatting all the way he was starting to struggle. We were breaking it down. Get to mile 10 then half then to 15 then 18, small chunks to get through it, run it all walk the feed stations. Coming into Bolton center massive noise from Team Wane and the Morgan-Hillams back out of town big cheer from Coach Kellyanne.

Keep moving forward, salty snacks, flat coke, water, orange drinks as well as my gels shove it all down keep moving. First band on only 2 laps to go, past the A&T food station cheers from Em Owen and, ‘well done’, from one of the guys I saw at RNR liverpool you’ve done it this time he shouts. Lap 2 Katies there with the kids, a quick kiss for all of them and I’m an emotional wreck haha running trying not to cry, get it together, keep running slow and steady helping Liam shouting at him dragging him round we’ve done 130 miles nearly together only 10 more. We picked up second band back round to Katie I shout to her only 10k left. Keep going, stop and help Liam stretch, walk to the feed station and from there on up to the band stop. The magical red band! I’m sure it has power to it because I felt great when I got it. Last time past the feed station, hi 5 them all, thank them and all the volunteers are amazing, not just for giving me stuff but the encouragement they give. Head down the hill past the random house with music blasting, fittingly its Queen “Don’t stop me now”, 5k left we run through the feed station keep going round the corner near maccies, round towards the finish. Me and Liam stop and have a massive hug, he says, ‘go take your glory you dragged me round!’ I went first up the red carpet the announcer on the tannoy, ‘CHRIS GREEN YOU ARE AN IRONMAN.’ Finished. Relief, Liam comes and a hug again and into the tent, someone takes the tag from my leg and I get some food and a t shirt. Left the tent and walk out to Mark who’s been with Katie the whole time, to my family. Big hugs all round before off to Macron to get my stuff and home. The wife brought me cold cider in the car but I just couldn’t face it but demolished the maccies once we got home. When can I do it again?

 

 

West Lancashire Triathlon

Harriers don’t just run!…West Lancashire Triathlon by Darren Horrocks.

What can make a day that starts at 5am on a Sunday less terrible? Picking up a PB by 13 and a half minutes…

The morning started with an alarm that went off at 5am, which I ignored, and a second alarm that went off at 5:30am, which I could not ignore. Because of the “late” getting up, I forwent the bacon I prepared the night before.

By the time I had driven to Edge Hill Uni, the sun had come up and the car park was already getting busy, so I quickly unloaded my bike and walked it into transition while double checking my bag for the 9th time to make sure I had my running shoes, my cycling shoes, my goggles and my race number, they were all there. After dropping off my bike, I made my way round to the pool area and was suspiciously not nervous, when I was expecting to be terrified. It turns out, having a race plan settles race day nerves before they even start.

I’m a bad swimmer, and when I say bad you think “I’m a bad swimmer”, no, you are not, you can swim, you learned to swim in school and have done it on and off ever since. I always found an excuse to not swim at school, I never attempted to try then or at any time in the 31 years up to last year. I am also terrible at pacing, I can only go quickly, and burn out quickly because of it, so there was that to deal with too.

My Plan
For the swim, set off at the top of each minute. I can swim a 30 – 32 second length, but can do no more than 1 or 2 at once, so I decided to take the unneeded rest at the beginning to serve me when the rest gets/feels shorter later on.
For the bike, the whole plan for the bike was “the inclines are slight, the declines are slight, the rest is flat, so…. smash the bike as hard as you can, no holding back”.
For the run, I knew from last time, my legs would feel like I was a kangaroo for the first 1km or so, and I also knew that the last 1km is more or less downhill, then on the running track, so I decided to start quickly to stretch my legs from the bike, roll it back for the next 3km, then give the last 1km everything I had.

The Swim
For the most part, the plan worked. The event started late, so I ended up getting rushed into the water, started my watch and was told to go, first four lengths felt great, 30 seconds each, 30 second rest, which felt far too long, but, I had my plan, that extra rest was to compensate for later, the next 4 lengths started to slow down, as two more people got into the lane with me and I had to negotiate them as well as the swim. Once I got half way, I could feel the fatigue setting in, but knew I was half way done. The next 6 lengths, I don’t really remember, other than they were getting slower, and then suddenly, I spot the kickboard at the end of the 14th, the lane marshal telling me it was my last 2 lengths. That gave me boost I needed, all I could think was “there and back, that is it” and went all out for 2 lengths, weaving in and out of 3 other swimmers while doing so. Suddenly, I was out of the pool and running into T1.

T1
As I ran into T1, I knew I was home free. Threw myself down at the floor in front of my bike, yanked my compression socks on, and pulled my cycling shoes on, helmet on, number on, grabbed my bike and ran. There was no hanging around, I wasn’t losing my target time in transition this year. It was then I noticed that other than me, there wasn’t a single bike left in the first 20 numbers on the bike rack, which means everyone around me had a faster swim, but coming up, was where I knew I would pull it back. Ran out with the bike and got myself across the bike mount line, jumped on the bike, clipped in and shot off.

The Bike
Almost as soon as I set off, I had picked out who I was overtaking first, I could see 5 people ahead of me who I had seen leaving T1 as I was coming in, set my sights on all of them and they were the first to go, 4 of the 5 of them were before the first corner. After that, I had clear road in front of me, the next racer was way off in the distance in front of me, so I decided to get down, and power down the first “hill” to start the first proper lap. As I was going round, the legs were feeling good, even when I was on my way back up the “hills”, towards the end of the first lap, I glanced down at my watch for the first time, was averaging 3kph faster than I usually do, decided I was going to keep it, or beat it. Second and third lap were much the same, apart from a few other racers had joined the course behind me, so I had no idea if I was overtaking for position, or if I was overtaking racers I was not in a race with. Suddenly, the end of lap 3 turns up, and I make my way back to transition for T2 having felt like I had done quite well on the bike and started planning the run. I got myself to the dismount line, unclipped, jumped off and set off into T2.

T2
As I jumped off the bike, I thought to myself “no, not going to waste time, run, fast”, and I tried, forgetting I had just pushed the bike as hard as I could, my legs didn’t work. Walked for a few seconds, and then my legs came back, letting me run my bike back to my rack. There was something I should have noticed, but didn’t, which I will get to later. Once more, I threw myself to the ground, I threw off my bike shoes, put my running shoes on, and threw my helmet to the ground, and I was on my way out of T2.

The Run
My legs were like bricks, every step was agony, I was screaming at myself inside, I had overcooked it on the bike, but, I had a plan, I decided to try and stick to it, just gave what I had in me, no holding back. After I hit the 1km sign, I started rolling it back, I don’t know what I rolled it back to, but it was no more comfortable. Made my way around the university campus until I got to the running trail at the back of the university grounds, then suddenly a marshal said to me “well done, you are my first customer of the day”… I couldn’t believe it, I was in 1st position (yes, I started 12th, and its time based not past-the-post based). Gave me a bit of a boost, which let me find something that I’m still sure now, was not there.

Dragged myself kicking and screaming (on the inside) to the 4km sign, where I could see the finish line to my right, I could see the trail track in front of me, and the running track after that. Picked up the pace, and kept going with everything, then got overtook, was no longer first on the road, and even though knew I was never in contention for a win, my time was never going to win, and being first on the road means absolutely nothing, it felt like I had been kicked in the nuts. However, I hit the running track and knew I had 400m left, so gave it everything I had, and everything I didn’t have, I could not breath, I couldn’t see, I was just moving as hard as I could.
The finish was glorious, threw myself through the finish line and quickly stopped my watch, which looked suspiciously like I had beaten my 1hr 30 target, but I couldn’t tell.

Later
An agonising number of hours later, with me thinking I had hit 1hr 29, I get an email confirming I hit 1hr 28. Not only did I beat my target by 2 minutes, I beat my previous time on the same course by over 13 minutes.
Official Time: 1:28:15

Overall, it was an enjoyable morning, and given that I’m not in a position to race for a win, I look to learn something from each race and this race taught me the lesson that a race plan works.

 

UGB 2017 200 miles

Editor’s notes…anyone reading this please bear in mind it is not mandatory to run 200 mile races to be a member of Wigan Harriers, please don’t let this put you off joining us! 😀

This years Ultra Great Britain took place on Saturday 19th August starting at 6am on Southport Promenade and after spending what seemed like a lifetime beforehand packing, re-packing, checking and re-checking my kit and dropbags, I was ready to line up with 75 other runners and set off on my way to Hull.

We had registered the previous evening to collect our race numbers and as is tradition with GB Ultras events, I was given my original UGB number 15 and this years new t-shirt before having our pre-race photos taken by Mick Hall’s team (all photos are pre-paid and free at this companies events).

This year’s registration was held in the Southport Theatre and Convention Centre and included guest presentations by Lim Nghee Huat (64 year old ultramarathon runner from Singapore who’s raised over $350,000 in the last 2 years), Brendan Rendall (ultra runner who ran the full length of Malawi to raise funds to build a school there), Neil Rutherford (UGB 2016 winner and experienced ultrarunner) and Tony Brammer (UK organiser of the 4deserts ultramarathon series which take place in the Sahara Desert, Atacama Desert, Gobi Desert and Antarctica).

Heading home after registration and having a late bite to eat, it was time to get as much sleep as possible before the 03:30 alarm to set off back to Southport again. As expected, sleep wasn’t great with everything running through my head ranging from how the race would progress, had I packed enough changes of clothes, would the weather be as bad as last year, how bad would my body be destroyed this time and would my hallucinations be as good as last year!

Arriving at Southport at 5am, I stood with Laura who’d kindly got up at 3:30 to bring me to the startline on a very windy Southport promenade. As I met some of my running friends from previous races and we talked about what was about to happen, I felt some arms around me. It was Mark Morgan-Hillam in his coat and bobble hat – he’d driven all the way from home to start to say hello and see everyone set off from the start. We were then issued with our race trackers which would be broadcasting our position live throughout the duration of the race. That was done quite efficiently and after the race briefing and official start line photos, the countdown began.

As the race horn sounded, the pack headed south down towards Liverpool directly into a strong headwind. While it was a dry start, this really affected the running and it was clear we were going to be looking at the prospect of playing ‘beat the hurricane’ during the race as the remnants of Hurricane Gert were due to hit the UK over the remainder of the weekend.

Checkpoint 1 was reached at 3.5 miles to quickly check things and top up on water and after a brief adjustment of my rucksack I was off again, now accompanied by other runners. Rachel Grant who I’d previously met at Hardcastle 24 in 2016 asked if she could stay with me and follow my plan for as long as possible. Happy to help out and support we headed onto the trail towards Liverpool meant the wind was now no longer directly in our faces and was a nice side/tailwind and whilst it was very cloudy, the rain had stayed in the distance.

To motivate us a little more, I put my mp3 player on and we were soon singing Christmas songs mixed with TV theme tunes, a bit of Ed Sheeran and even a remix of Whigfield and Kylie – anything that would be a distraction from what we were actually doing.
The rain (and very heavy it was too) finally hit around mile 17 but we were under the shelter of trees along ‘The Ralla’ near Aintree at this point so, with a tactical slowdown to a jog, we remained under the trees until it passed and thankfully missed it. By this point, we had passed checkpoint 2 manned by Tracey Dutton and Kerry Walmsley and taken on a couple of jaffa cakes, banana and fluid before cracking on again. A quick check of my race plan showed that everything was on track so far.

Having been dropped off in Southport by Laura earlier that morning, she had then gone home to get some sleep before heading out again to pick her friend up from Liverpool Airport and about 09:20, I got a message saying she was trying to follow my ‘blob’ on the tracker and come and find me. Luckily at this point, I’d reached Sainsbury’s in Broadgreen so a quick diversion inside for a toilet break meant that when we came out, Laura had finally found us. It was nice to see a friendly couple of faces for real as well as the mass support online via facebook and messages I’d had during the morning already.

With lessons learned from last years race, I checked my feet at this point and decided they needed to be cooled down. Sitting on the floor in a supermarket carpark in deepest Liverpool with two bags of talc didn’t look suspicious at all but as I dipped my feet into each bag, the cooling sensation I felt was just what was needed after 21 miles.

Having said our goodbyes, we carried on down towards the next checkpoint at Halewood and spending a short amount of time there, ran on to Checkpoint 4 at Hale Village Hall. Here, the checkpoint was filled with a huge range of treats supplied by Jemma Coleman who’d even labelled up special bags for individual runners. Eamonn Brady made me a coffee and I talced up again while eating some Kola Kubes. Ahead of schedule, we left the checkpoint and trekked on down to the next checkpoint at Spike Island in Widnes, just after the Runcorn Widnes bridge. This part of the course remained almost pancake flat with the exception of a set of steps which led to alongside some sort of chemical factory and as we slowed to a jog up the steep steps, it gave us chance to savour some wild blackberries growing alongside – such a nice taste to hit the mouth after 30 or so miles!

With us just about to leave Spike Island, fellow club runners June White and Lisa Heyes appeared with some home made flapjacks and a flask of coffee. A quick drink and wth a couple of pieces of flapjack stowed safely in my rucksack and we were off down the St Helens canal which runs alongside Fiddlers Ferry. Anyone who’s ever run this section knows how monotonous this can be with a heavily clogged-up canal of weeds on one side and a never ending flaky gas pipe on the other – hardly something to stimulate the mind!
Lisa and June turned back after 5 miles and from this point on, progressing through the next 3 checkpoints was relatively uneventful – regular pauses to check feet and apply talc, take on little bites of food at checkpoints and spending no more than 10 minutes at each one before setting off again.

As we approached Checkpoint 8, Rachel was starting to feel the effects of foot pain and blisters but with the encouragement of the prospect of hot pasta ahead (the first hot meal since the night before), we pushed on along the banks of the River Mersey and reached Didsbury around 9:30 pm.

Ian Stewart and Kevin Rex were waiting for us here and as I changed my footwear to trail shoes, talced my feet, changed t-shirt and wolfed down some food and TrueStart coffee, Rachel realised that her feet had taken a battering and started to apply tape and compeed. Surprisingly my feet at this point were in amazing condition to last year with only one small blister which I’d dealt with earlier in the day.

Accompanied by Kevin and Ian, we set off in darkness with the prospect of 18 miles of trail and hill climbing to reach the next checkpoint at mile 81 in Broadbottom. My plan was to arrive there at around 0330 on Sunday morning but as we climbed steadily through Stockport and Reddish Vale, it was clear that a combination of fatigue, pain, Rachel’s injuries and the battle to convince our heads we needed to stay awake instead of sleep meant the game plan got scrapped. Rachel was struggling and I changed my aim to get her to her furthest ever distance run and convince her that this point was not the point to be DNF’ing. I knew it would mean that my finishing position and time wasn’t going to be what I had aspired to but knowing that I felt in good condition still, had no injuries and knew what was coming ahead, decided that helping getting someone else to the finish and achieve.

Super-support crew Laura turned up at Stockport just by the pyramid having earlier been to a concert with her friend and surprised us by parking up by a billboard next to a disused pub (the same pub where last year in torrential rain, Kev had almost got beaten up by just asking to use the toilet – a scouser in Manchester isn’t a great combination at 1am in the morning!). A brief top-up of water and a short motivational chat and we were off again.

By the final couple of miles approaching the checkpoint, it was a battle to keep spirits up and Rachel was determined to pull out at mile 81. She’d gone further than she’d ever done before but the pain she was in was getting worse. Having worked out a new plan in my head, I convinced her to tape and treat her feet up at the checkpoint, get some food, try and sleep for an hour or so and then decide how she felt.

Ian and Kevin were the same absolute stars as last year and thankfully there were no 3am meltdowns from me this year through not being able to see the road in front of me in heavy rain but these were instead replaced by literally falling asleep running on regular occasions. On one occasion, I woke up on the other side of a two-lane road near a barbed wire fence. Kev was oblivious to this as his head was buried deep in his phone (either updating facebook or tracking other runners blobs!)

After Ian and Kevin had headed home, a couple of pieces of toast were downed along with a sweet tea and sleep was attempted. It’s not the greatest quality sleep either lying on two plastic school chairs or on a gym mat but it was a power nap regardless. At around 7 am, Rachel was feeling a little more positive and we decided to head out and set ourselves a short target of 22 miles and aim to reach Penistone (mile 103) by a target of 4pm before having a proper rest.

Sunday was a hot day compared to the previous day and even by early morning, the heat and humidity had sapped our recently re-stocked energy levels. As we reached the top of the Pennines at Woodhead Pass, we took advantage of the fully closed road to once again check our feet, apply talc and let them cool down. What wasn’t expected was the ‘falling asleep on a rock’ part of this routine – I had just closed my eyes while letting my feet cool down and woke as another couple of runners came and joined us.

Two had now become 4, and we took on some water before heading down through Dunford Bridge and along the tarmac trail into Penistone. At this point, all my energy had gone and it was a case of staying awake between each 1km positioned bench before stopping, regrouping and moving on again. About 3 miles away from the checkpoint, Rachel needed an impromptu toilet stop and as she went to find a bush, I sat on a piece of concrete on a bridge. This became the most comfiest piece of concrete so far and I once again fell asleep – sat upright!

Rachel returned after an unsuccessful expedition and woke me. We trudged along now with the sun beating down and our bodies feeling like that point when you’re driving in your car playing petrol roulette – with your petrol light having been on forever, wondering at which point you’re going to stall. Looking ahead there were some small fat, long-necked birds which in my dubious mental state looked very much like Velociraptors! As we got closer and they moved out the way it was clear that we hadn’t been transported into Yorkshire’s version of Jurassic Park but these were in fact grouse or partridges (or something similar).

Shortly after our prehistoric vision, June White appeared with her dog Barney and stayed with us on our final stretch to the checkpoint. Supported (literally) arm in arm, we got closer until the point when I thought I was having yet another hallucination. Thankfully, it really was Darren Finnegan coming towards me and not some sort of crazy daytime nightmare! Seeing Darren overloaded the emotions and after pulling myself together I told him that I had enough. I’d got Rachel to 103 miles, I’d done the race last year and had nothing to prove and had literally nothing left. Darren reasoned with me and the fact that the strong headwind would have sapped my resources early on in the race and I wasn’t to let the chimp beat me down! After having to withdraw from the race at mile 26 due to injuries sustained at Lakeland 50 a couple of weeks earlier, it was such a nice gesture for Darren to drive out and come and support the other runners and he was a welcome face to many of us.

Darren changed my mindset and with only a mile to go, I had turned my head around and agreed with his suggestion to get some proper rest and set off to cover miles 103-143 early next morning. Before I could get that opportunity, I saw a runner coming towards me in the distance at full pelt. Thinking ‘this person must be out for a nice Sunday run’ I started to move to the side but then realised as my eyes focussed once again that it was Laura who’d also driven out to Penistone to surprise me. What a surprise and a huge motivation that was as I got the biggest hug and almost collapsed on the floor. She helped me up the steps (yes steps at mile 103 – what cruel Race Director makes you climb steps to a checkpoint!) into the village hall and I sat down. Darren tended to my feet (brave man) as Jemma brought me coffee and a couple of slices of pizza. A further surprise then followed – not only had Laura come out to surprise us, but she had her car loaded up and out came a huge cool box containing homemade ham & cheese sandwiches, pork pies, red velvet cake, galaxy caramel cake, fresh pineapple, minstrels, dinky deckers and water. This was a sight for some very sore, tired and foggy eyes!

After having sorted out my feet and refuelled, my mind was coming to its senses and I moved into a side-room to climb into my sleeping bag. It was now about 6pm and I said goodbye to Laura and Darren and we had decided our plan of action was to wake at 0300 and set off again at 0400. Sadly, my timing for resting meant that I just missed Paul Carter and Michelle Jones who’d also driven out to meet us at Penistone checkpoint.

Sleep wasn’t great. Too much noise from the main room combined with pain all over my body and sleeping once again on a gym mat meant I wasn’t as fully refreshed when Jemma came in and turned on the light. Coffee, cheese and tomato as a breakfast soon changed that and after a quick wash and brush of the teeth, change of clothes and armed with a pair of walking poles, I was ready for the off.

Rachel and I set off having said goodbyes to the amazing checkpoint team with our first checkpoint 26.5 miles away, one of the longest stints without a break on the whole route. We covered the first 4 miles pretty quickly but as dawn was breaking, so was Rachel’s achilles (or so she thought) and the intense pain meant frequent stops were necessary. Doncaster loomed and it was looking like 129 miles was her limit but we pressed on. Spurred on by facetime conversations with Laura and random discussions about snails kept the distractions away from the current problems. We were joined along this section by Paul Edwards who had set off after us that morning and despite getting lost a couple of times, caught us and joined us through the woodlands alongside the River Don. As we sat on a bench to treat the feet and let them cool down once again, we saw an otter in the river (funny how the littlest things stick in your head).

At the checkpoint in Bentley, although I was feeling sore, I still had only the one blister thankfully which hadn’t got any worse and was being held at bay by the Compeed. Others who were lay on the floor as we arrived weren’t in as good a state and the floor resembled an army field hospital with bodies strewn everywhere with various foot / leg injuries. As one runner was having his blisters drained by one of the checkpoint volunteers, I got access to my roller and started vigorously rolling out my aching quads – this seemed to work after about 30 mins and injected a new lease of life into them.

Feeling like Tigger but not smelling as fresh, it was time to head out. Jemma the checkpoint heroine had arrived here once again laden with Subway for me, Rachel and Paul who had joined us. With that to fuel us, it was onwards to mile 143 and the prospect of finally seeing Mark and Leanne Morgan-Hillam at Sykehouse (or Psycho House as it had been affectionately named last year). As we moved, our tracker had obviously notified Mark as he called me to let me know Keith West had just arrived there and they were bringing him down in the car so he could run the best part of the 13 or so miles.

About 3 miles in, we were nearly run off the road by Mark as we ran over a railway bridge but it was such a nice sight to see their happy faces and the fresh-legged Keith step out of the back seat. After a quick selfie, we were off and we made our way over railways and through the quaint villages to Sykehouse. Along this point disaster struck – my garmin watch battery had died and had not been recording my progress. Armed with numerous powerbanks for the duration of the course, I quickly plugged one into my watch and worked out that I’d only lost about 0.5 miles of the course. Not wanting to miss out any of the route on Strava and for it not to count, I did what any sane person would do 139 miles into an event – I ran back to the point of data loss and ran back again to catch up our newly increased merry (?) crew.

As darkness started to fall, it was time to endure one of the worst parts of the route – 4 miles of canal leading to Sykehouse. No cottages, no roads, no life, just canal. Oh and a few cows looking weirdly at us form the other side of the water – and a heron flying along (or maybe it was a pterodactyl?) What makes this canal so bad are the sprayed on number markers on the ground every 5 metres. They go on forever and ever, and ever.

Mood was low, the light was lower and it was now starting to drizzle. Every step was painful and as it approached 9:30pm, the checkpoint seemed like forever away. Thankfully it wasn’t and as we once again were greeted by the cowbell ringing Jemma, we stepped through the doors of Sykehouse Village Hall to be greeted with open arms and huge smiles from Mark and Leanne.

Hot food was served this time in the form of ravioli on toast with cheese and a cup of tea. Socks off once again and a check of the feet revealed no new blisters or injuries, just bruised feet from what was now 143 miles and 63 hours of being on them. Rachel however was a different story and her blisters had swelled, were bleeding and her feet were shot – her race was unfortunately over. She was distraught but it was the right decision as her injuries were too bad. Paul wasn’t in too great a shape either and with taped up toes and a strapped up knee, his progress was limited too. Nevertheless, he wanted to continue and was determined to finish and asked if I would stay with him as he had no depth perception due to reduced vision in one eye. I of course agreed and we made a plan to finish the race whatever it took – as Paul said ‘three eyes were better than one’ and on that note, we agreed to grab some sleep and set off at 3am.

Blearly eyed, I was woken by Mark at 3am and got changed again before making my way into the main part of the village hall. Paul was all ready to go and after loading up with water, saying goodbye to Rachel, I finally saw Julie Valentine for the first time since the start. She was continuing but setting off shortly after us so after a bit of a chat and a Harriers photo, I left with Paul to continue to the next checkpoint which was 27 miles away in Broadfleet.

It must have been raining very heavy overnight while we slept as there were huge puddles on the roads and as we dodged them and progressed through Snaith, I realised that we must have dodged the predicted back end of the hurricane. Another humid dawn turned into yet another hot day and after a brief stop at McDonalds after 13 miles in Goole for a coffee and another rollering session, we set off towards the River Humber. Conditions had been dry underfoot up to that point and at mile 165 I was STILL wearing the same socks that I had been wearing since the start – they had performed amazingly.

The long wet grass on the riverbanks soon changed that and my trainers were soaked through which meant that my socks and feet got wet too, bringing on the first of what would be 4 awkward blisters on my toes. A dip into my bag of talc and a change of socks minimised the damage and we were soon off the grass and back onto the road again, heading into the next checkpoint at mile 170. One of the Race Directors along with Jemma Coleman had run out a couple of miles to meet me and Paul and join us for the final stretch so we ran in with them in the now beating heat.

With just 30 miles remaining, our heads were in a good place now knowing the end was in sight even if our bodies weren’t feeling as strong. Paul’s feet were painful and he went to sleep on the floor with his legs raised at 90 degrees to reduce the blood flow to his feet. In the meantime, Jemma treated my feet with tape to try and prevent my toes from ripping open.

It was now about 4pm and our plan to reach Hornsea in time for last orders was looking in doubt! Just as we were leaving, Keith West appeared once again – he was on his way home from Hull and had checked the tracker to see where we were and so called in to see how we were. After a brief hello / goodbye we headed back along the riverbank to Brough and were on the lookout for the final checkpoint – the Humber Bridge.

The infamous Adam Gallimore was host to this checkpoint and greeted us in his unique style as we entered the checkpoint at about 6:30pm. One of my friends from East Hull Harriers had rung me earlier to wish me well and came out to meet us at the checkpoint. She was armed not only with Cadburys chocolate fingers, energy drinks and haribos but had been to McDonalds and turned up with a ¼ pounder meal and coffee for me and Paul – such a nice and well timed gesture. (It seems evening picnics under the Humber Bridge have become a regular thing after last years Dominos with Mark & Leanne!)

Fully fuelled up and with feet retaped, we set off towards Hull. Fear had descended on us as we’d be running (now very slowly and in a lot of pain) through the dockside area dressed inconspicuously with headtorch, watch, phone and backpack. Not a high-risk target at all! Fortunately, we made it through the delights of Spyvee Street and picked up the Trans Pennine Trail once again and headed in the pitch darkness to Hornsea.

Only 16 miles remained now and with only fields either side and trees surrounding the trail, this had the effect of making the trail look like we were constantly in a tunnel and that the ground was on a constant incline – even though it was flat. Our heads, body and hearts were mashed now but we were determined to finish.

5 miles remained and we saw a headlight coming towards us – we initially thought we were hallucinating but as the headlight got closer, I realised it was once again Laura who had driven the 130 miles to the finish line and then had run out to meet us to help get us to the end. She had come laden with sandwiches, water and protein bars and after an impromptu picnic at the side of the road (and both me and Paul falling asleep on the road for about 3 minutes), we were now re-focussed on getting to the end.

With the end in sight, I shook Paul’s hand and let him take the finish line first, his full-size Welsh flag held high above his shoulders as I held back a couple of hundred metres while he had his photos taken and received his medal.

It was then my turn to finish and I crossed the line at 03:38 on Wednesday morning – almost 94 hours after starting the race. Time and finishing position wasn’t important to me this time after last years achievement of finishing 4th, I’d achieved my aim of helping Paul realise his achievement of completing the race, battered, bruised and unable to do anything more than hobble but at least we did it.

Not the race in terms of time or position that I wanted but sometimes, it’s about sacrificing your own personal goals and supporting others. To me, I achieved more satisfaction this year in helping Rachel achieve her first ever 100 mile and 200km distance and Paul complete the race which he said he wouldn’t have been able to do otherwise.

Recovery has been slower than last year, probably due to the increased bruising and pounding on the body but on reflection I loved the race. The organisation and support from the GB Ultras Race Directors is second to none and you’re made to feel that your race is personal and not just a race number or chip. The checkpoint volunteers were fantastic and were outstanding in the help the provided to every runner whether they were the first through or the final finisher.

Ian has been raising money for UK Sepsis Trust.

Next year the UGB race moves to Scotland and as well as the distance extending to 214 miles, the ascent increases from 6600ft to over 21000ft with only 8 checkpoints along the distance.

Will I be there? Of course I will!

Final Editor note: Big congratulations to Ian for completing this epic event again and to first timer Julie Valentine. You should both be very proud.

Danger mouse!

My first Cross-Country season with Wigan Harriers by Kevin Rex.

I have been a member of Wigan Harriers for almost 18 months now. I love running and the sense of achievement and satisfaction you get from racing and competing. Being a member of this club, whilst wearing the black and red colours and representing Wigan Harriers, is a great feeling.

So imagine my surprise on one Thursday night after training in late October 2016, when I was informed by Mike Harris, Gary Wane and Mark Morgan-Hillam that, if I wanted, I could come along to and take part in the Mid Lancs Cross Country League and represent Wigan Harriers.

I, like a lot of members of Wigan Harriers, assumed that the cross country league was for, shall I say, the more elite members of the club. However, I was advised that this was not the case, and that all paid members of Wigan Harriers are welcome to come along and compete for the club. As Mike Harris said, “No-one is invited, all club members are entered and can take part. Why pay X amount for a race when you can do it for FREE once a month throughout the cross-country season”.

Needless to say, I was sold and so I decided that Cuerden Valley in Bamber Bridge, Preston, would be my first attempt at doing an XC, as I now call them. The day of the race started early as I had already previously agreed to go along to Haigh Hall Park Run with some of my running buddies to celebrate their 1st birthday. I took the run very slowly as I wanted to save my legs for the XC race that afternoon.

When I got home, I fuelled up on some banana porridge and changed into my Wigan Harriers running kit. Before I set off I was a little unsure on a few details. So I messaged Mark Morgan Hillam who was more than helpful and advised me on what I needed to do and where I needed to go when I got there. I was even involved in a bit of team banter when I, being the newbie, stupidly asked the question that shouldn’t be asked to experienced XC runners. I asked, “Can I were a T-shirt under my vest?” The response was hilarious and this little bit of banter made me feel like I was part of the team and helped to settle some of my pre-race nerves.

When I arrived at the event there was already a race going on. I watched a bit of this whilst trying to find the Wigan Harriers flag and tent in the crowd. When I got there, members from the men’s and ladies teams helped me find my race number. They informed me that I needed to keep this number and use it again for future Mid Lancs XC events. I put my number on and I was ready to race.

Before the race started Mark and the guys took me to one side and showed me the route and explained what conditions and terrain to expect during the race. From where I was stood it looked like a tough and very hilly course. I was informed that I had in fact picked one of the toughest courses in the mid lancs fixtures for my first go at cross country.

With that said the pre-race nerves came back. However they were settled again by the encouraging words and comments from everyone. We then had a little warm up and went to cheer on the ladies team in their race. Then it was time for the team photograph and, yes, I still had my t-shirt on under my vest. What can I say? It was cold out there…

Race time arrived in no time and, before I knew it, I was on the start line waiting to go. There were some last words of motivation from Gary Wane – and then something terrible happened that could only happen to me. Whilst limbering up, I stepped backwards only to hear some guys behind me shout, “Watch out!” I wondered what was going on – I had only gone and trodden on a field mouse… it had the whole of Cuerdon Valley to roam around, but it had to go and choose to stand behind my shoe. I was mortified, and a little embarrassed, but at least it took my mind off the nerves and amused my teammates…

Moments later, the starting gun went and we were off. Immediately I was slipping everywhere as, being the inexperienced and less equipped member of the team, I had no spikes to wear. I got around the first corner and was headed straight towards and through a ditch of thick mud. As I stomped through the muddy ditch I almost lost one of my trainers. I just about managed to keep it on and I was off and running.

After the first lap I felt like I was starting to finding my stride and I began to relax and enjoy it. My favourite part of the course was running through the stream. The ice cold water cooled my feet and made it feel like a proper cross country race for me.

After four hilly laps (one short, one medium and two long,) of what is probably one of the toughest runs I have taken part in, I approached the finish line. I could see and hear the rest of the XC team cheering me on. This made me feel good and I pushed myself all the way across the finish line.

Even though on the day I finished last out of the men’s team they thanked me and congratulated me for my performance. I left the race feeling included and proud of myself for getting through what was a very muddy and tough race.

The positive experience of the day, and the fun I had, made me want to try more XC fixtures. However, before I did, the more experienced members of the team advised me that I really needed to get some spikes. So with that I was off to the sweatshop to buy myself a pair.

My second, and the next race of the season, was a British Athletics Cross Country event at Sefton Park in Liverpool. This was an event where professional athletes took part and competed alongside amateurs. I learnt from some of my fellow Harriers that apparently, in the past, Olympic champion Mo Farah competed in this event. So of course I was going to go along and compete, if only to say I ran on the same field as Mo Farah.

The weather on the day was absolutely freezing. So needless to say it was t-shirt under the vest again for me. However, the more experienced members of the team still went out there in the freezing cold in just their vests.
I was more at home this time around and felt a lot more relaxed. I knew what to do and how things worked. The nerves I felt at Cuerden Valley Park were gone. So I focused on trying to put in a good performance for the team.
Before the race we did a warm up run and watched the some of the ladies race. I was pleased to see that the course was flat and not as muddy as Cuerden Valley. It was boggy in some parts, but overall it was a lot better.

After the warm up we made our way back to the tent for the team photograph. There were a lot more people representing Harriers for the men’s team at this one – 14 to be exact. This made it possible to have an A and B team, meaning more points for the team.

After the photographs we all went to the start line as a team. There were lots of pats on back and encouraging word from fellow team members. This made me more confident and pumped up for this one. I was determined to run as hard and as fast as I could for the team.

The gun fired and off everyone went. A mile or so into the race I felt good and I was even managing to keeping up with one of the more experienced members of the team, Kevin Edwards.

As the race went on it was lovely to see flat surface after flat surface in front of me, not a hill in sight. You could even see some of the faster athletes in the distance. I continued to push on and felt like I was keeping my composure well. That along with support from some of the ladies team spurred me on for the final couple of miles.

Approaching the final stretch I pushed hard and move my little legs as fast as I could over the finish line. I stopped my watch and got my breath back. I felt as though I had run well and gave everything I had for the team. Little did I know that I had actually smashed my PB for this distance on all surfaces by just over three minutes, clocking an official time of 46 minutes and 6 seconds.

To say I was gobsmacked is an understatement. I still to this day do not know where I got that performance from. It still stands to this day as my personal best running performance ever and probably will for some time. If I can put my performance down to anything, I think a mixture of the atmosphere of the day, the flat course, wearing spikes for the first time and the amazing support and encouragement from my fellow Wigan Harriers XC team was the main reasons for my mind blowing results.

After Sefton Park I’m sad to say that I missed the next two races in Towneley Park, Burnley, and Cleveleys School, Rossall, due to family commitments and a race clash with the Parbold Hill race which I had entered before I started taking part in Mid Lancs XC events.

The next race I would compete in would be the final XC fixture of the season at Leigh Sports Village. Rather worryingly, a few weeks prior to this race taking place, I was suffering with tendonitis of the Achilles. However I was determined I was going to make it to the last race of the season and I am happy to say I did.

Although my performance was not as strong as I would have liked, I still enjoyed being back with the XC gang and competing in the black and red once again. The appreciation I received from fellow Harriers for coming and taking part again reminded me of why I now love these events so much.

Lastly, because of the positive experiences and feeling of inclusion I received in my first two XC races, I took it upon myself to return the favour and try and encourage some of my running buddies at Downhill Runners to come along and give an XC a try. I am glad to say one of them did. So Jayne Salloum became the newest member of Wigan Harriers ladies XC team.
She was a great addition, and she really enjoyed it. I know Jayne, and hopefully some other new members, will be there competing next season. Needless to say, so will I…..

Manchester Half Marathon

A fantastic race report from one of our newer but very active members Caroline Brown.

My Manchester half experience nearly didn’t start at all… as despite thinking we had left in plenty of time (we clearly hadn’t) and having bought our car park ticket in advance, only useful if you are actually there in time… we decided after getting changed’ Houdini style’ in the car, that the only thing for it was to dump the car and run – all 2 miles to the start (a good warm up I admit) with my poorly friend Sandra in tow who was clearly suffering with a bad bout of flu. Arriving just as the gun was sounding and still needing to find a bush for the customary pre run wee, we decided to just join the back of the pack and set off in the lovely northern rain, after all the name of the game for me was to complete challenge 15 after the hectic week I had had, anything else would be a bonus.

After the heat of the Lisbon sun two weeks before, the rain was a welcome relief and reminder that autumn had well and truly arrived whilst I have been busy trotting round the globe for work. The support all the way round the ‘out and back’ route (see I am learning the terminology) was amazing and the lovely flat course helped to keep the jet lag at bay. My mind and body felt good and for the first time in ages I didn’t need to have a word with myself to keep my feet moving, I actually started thinking how lucky I was to have had the chance to run around the Formula 1 track in Abu Dhabi earlier that week and the amazing experiences and people I have met along this crazy, charity challenge journey.

At mile 5 I took my gel, swilled my mouth out with water and spat it out – yes me I SPAT!, once I would have thought it gross… well not anymore:) The advice and words of wisdom from my friends Bobby and Darren were ringing in my ears and keen not to repeat my recent mistakes at GNR and Lisbon I carried out their instructions to the letter. Amazing I hear Bobby say – she actually listened! At mile 8 I had a welcome shout out from some work colleagues and at mile 11, our very own Sarah Edwards and Ian Stewart were there having cycled all the way to Manchester to act as the Harriers cheering squad to encourage us all homewards.

Unable to see the watch due to the rain, I guessed I was somewhere under 1.50 having overtaken the pacer on route but pleasantly surprised to finish in 1.46.12, the fastest I have run since April – even if as Rachel Naylor and I saw from the text on my phone from Stuweb, I had according to them just completed the Erewash Triathlon in that time … which would have been an amazing achievement as I swim like Miss Daisy! Having rescued my poorly friend who had heroically managed to get round and seeing some of my fellow harriers after the finish, (having missed them at the start due to my late arrival!), I pondered on my soggy long walk back to the car that I felt so proud to be part of a club that saw so many people run PBS yesterday and that never fails to support each and every one of us all competing at different levels with individual goals.

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I felt strangely emotional to be part of the Harriers gang – although I would still never call myself a runner…but I can honestly say that without Harriers help especially Jacqui and Jayne, I would never have completed 11 half’s, a marathon and 6 other races so far this year as part of ensuring I complete my 16 in 16 for ABTA Lifeline. So roll on the last epic challenge 16 in the Benidorm half next month with some of the Harriers gang, work colleagues and friends, I can’t promise to race it (I know a cardinal sin ;( but I am likely to get over excited, emotional and talk a lot! – who me I hear you cry!) But… I can promise to truly enjoy it and who knows if Darren and Julie P have anything to do with it, I might have to keep up this running lark and renew my club membership in 2017 – having previously competed for my country in another sport, I knew I would enjoy the training and racing side but who knew that I actually would learn to love running along the way! So it’s off to Madrid on Thursday and yes I have already checked out whether there is a park run – does that mean I’m hooked? #NOWWERUN

Wigan 10k 2016

The 4th edition of the Wigan 10K was the biggest yet and so was the Harriers team…70 runners yes that’s right SEVENTY! How awesome is that!

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An excited crew of Harriers gathered for the obligatory photo call. There were plenty of nerves on display as they prepared for home town action.

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Mark Morgan-Hillam kindly volunteered his services as club poster boy for the day, endless photo calls ensued.

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Nobody had the heart to tell Ian he only had to run 6.21 miles this week.

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Harriers were also out on the course at various points as marshals, in particularly the drinks station again.

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Steve got a little wet.

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Chris did two laps to get a couple of drinks off his favourite player.

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Harriers formation style.

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Some nifty headwear options on show.

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Ian realising he could do another 194 miles, still fresh.

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When you are first Harrier home then take a bow!

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Mark realised he still had another 5 photo shoots to do, despair loomed.

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Flying Harrier display.

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Jonathan our hero helps a fallen runner!

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Darren tackles something less than an ultra for a change.

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The results! Let us know if you are missing.

POS BIB GENDER NAME CAT CAT POS CHIP TIME FINISH TIME
1 2061 Male Andrew Kaufman 35-39 3/281 00:34:19 00:34:20
2 3631 Male Tesfagaber Waldu 10-34 6/664 00:35:28 00:35:29
3 2079 Male Mark Morgan-Hillam 40-44 1/280 00:36:48 00:36:51
4 2068 Male Bozhidar Kasabov 40-44 3/280 00:37:04 00:37:08
5 3339 Male Simon Baines 40-44 7/280 00:37:47 00:37:50
6 52 Male Robin Chan 10-34 20/664 00:38:13 00:38:14
7 2169 Male Stephen Nicholls 10-34 23/664 00:38:25 00:38:26
8 3411 Male Stuart Fairclough 45-49 6/225 00:38:41 00:38:43
9 3193 Male Warren Moorfield 45-49 8/225 00:39:07 00:39:10
10 87 Male Paul Bryers 40-44 11/280 00:39:26 00:39:31
11 2996 Male Mike Harris 45-49 9/225 00:39:44 00:39:48
12 2208 Male Jonathan Kearsley 10-34 43/664 00:40:25 00:40:31
13 2310 Male David Barton 35-39 11/281 00:40:38 00:40:45
14 1321 Male Daniel Parkinson 10-34 50/664 00:41:09 00:41:15
15 2544 Male Stuart Hamilton 35-39 14/281 00:41:08 00:41:30
16 36 Male Gary Wane 35-39 16/281 00:41:34 00:41:39
17 8 Male Christopher Green 10-34 61/664 00:41:39 00:41:42
18 513 Male Anthony Ackers 35-39 19/281 00:41:44 00:41:51
19 253 Male Dean Atherton 10-34 65/664 00:41:48 00:41:54
20 40 Male Steven Bayliss 35-39 22/281 00:42:06 00:42:11
21 1690 Male Darren Jackson 40-44 22/280 00:42:14 00:42:19
22 3100 Male Scott Wiggans 35-39 27/281 00:42:43 00:42:47
23 1558 Male Barry Abram 55-59 1/87 00:42:49 00:42:54
24 3194 Female Karen Moorfield 10-34 5/516 00:43:10 00:43:15
25 3449 Male Paul Walker 35-39 31/281 00:43:22 00:43:30
26 620 Male Gareth Holland 35-39 32/281 00:43:25 00:43:30
27 1280 Male Tony Foster 55-59 4/87 00:43:46 00:43:51
28 2041 Male Daniel Yates 10-34 93/664 00:43:58 00:44:21
29 2107 Male Paul Carter 45-49 24/225 00:44:13 00:44:35
30 1868 Male Stuart Holding 40-44 32/280 00:44:13 00:44:36
31 1850 Female Nina Pilkington 35-39 2/211 00:44:36 00:44:41
32 936 Female Charlotte Newsham 10-34 10/516 00:45:10 00:45:12
33 1757 Female Melissa Banks 10-34 11/516 00:45:22 00:45:28
34 2592 Male David Hartley 50-54 13/135 00:45:55 00:46:01
35 1375 Male Paul Fisher 35-39 61/281 00:46:56 00:47:03
36 1497 Female Lauren Wheatley 10-34 28/516 00:48:19 00:48:28
37 1392 Male Paul Platt 35-39 79/281 00:48:59 00:49:04
38 2040 Male Ian Yates 40-44 75/280 00:49:15 00:49:16
39 110 Male James Pentland 35-39 83/281 00:48:50 00:49:20
40 1873 Male Darren Horrocks 10-34 203/664 00:49:22 00:49:30
41 606 Male Alan Taylor 55-59 22/87 00:49:26 00:50:10
42 1869 Male Kevin Rex 40-44 94/280 00:49:17 00:50:27
43 1966 Male Sam Blakeman 35-39 91/281 00:50:31 00:50:39
44 1640 Male Scott Oshea 10-34 246/664 00:47:40 00:50:42
45 1086 Female Rebecca Kaufman 10-34 50/516 00:50:55 00:50:56
46 2138 Female Rachel Sidebotham 10-34 51/516 00:50:28 00:51:01
47 408 Female Julie Platt 45-49 9/169 00:52:03 00:52:09
48 1950 Female Melanie Wane 10-34 67/516 00:52:40 00:52:46
49 1514 Female Jayne Salloum 40-44 21/225 00:52:31 00:53:05
50 1549 Female Lisa Atherton 45-49 13/169 00:52:59 00:54:23
51 673 Female Alice Rowe 10-34 75/516 00:53:29 00:54:51
52 1108 Male Andrew Mcmanus 40-44 141/280 00:54:10 00:55:19
53 2108 Female Michelle Liptrot 45-49 19/169 00:53:31 00:55:59
54 2505 Female Rebecca Jones 10-34 94/516 00:54:57 00:56:52
55 671 Female Olivia Rowe 10-34 109/516 00:56:51 00:58:13
56 607 Female Pauline Taylor 55-59 9/42 00:58:11 00:58:20
57 879 Female Pat Cole 60-64 2/19 00:58:12 00:58:20
58 2078 Female Leanne Morgan-Hillam 35-39 33/211 00:58:54 00:59:00
59 2771 Male Ian Stewart 45-49 128/225 00:53:54 00:59:17
60 624 Female Mandy Borthwick 40-44 60/225 01:00:37 01:00:45
61 457 Female Sarah Coates 10-34 181/516 01:00:23 01:03:10
62 3473 Female Lindsey Jones 10-34 200/516 00:59:02 01:03:52
63 2173 Male Peter Gregory 40-44 216/280 01:01:28 01:04:59
64 13 Male Paul Brierton 10-34 527/664 01:01:01 01:05:52
65 777 Female Rebecca Swindlehurst 10-34 309/516 01:08:42 01:11:29
66 422 Female Adrienne Barnes 45-49 111/169 01:12:36 01:13:40
67 2630 Female Sarah Edwards 40-44 179/225 01:07:08 01:16:00
68 3282 Female Adele Lowe 40-44 180/225 01:07:08 01:16:00
69 92 Female Lillie Barnard 10-34 371/516 01:07:16 01:16:02
70 1693 Male Darren Finnegan 45-49 217/225 01:13:37 01:20:42

A hug for little sis!

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Selfie time..

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Mark Morgan-Hillam M40 winner! GB Sticks just about managed another smile!

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Barry Abram M55 winner, well done Bazza!

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Wigan Harriers First Men’s team, yes he’s in this one too!

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A few drinks to celebrate, cheers lads!

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Well done to the organisers, marshals, spectactors and runners for making the 2016 Wigan 10k an amazing success. Everyone up for it again in 2017? If you can’t wait then take a look at the Wigan Run Festival in March – more news to come soon on that one!

 

Catforth 5k by Tracey Dutton

Saturday 13th August 2016

Woke up Saturday to strong winds, was worried all day about racing against the wind, as the last mile of Catforth is usually quite windy. Catforth is a 6:30pm start. The wind had dropped slightly by time I got to Catforth. Collected my number, which was 249, I don’t like odd numbers and this time I couldn’t add the numbers together to get a even number. I did have Susan’s lucky coin in my pocket. After collecting my number I went off to do a mile warm up with 4 x 50 strides at race pace. One more visit to the toilet and gave hubby a big hug and off I went to the start. Wished Paul Mason good luck and said to him I wish I was doing a marathon instead of a 5k, because 5k races hurt too much. Paul said the pain is short and will be over quick. We were counted down and off we went around the country lanes of Catforth.

First mile 5:41 omg I thought that’s fast, but carried on running well under 6 minute miles. 2nd mile past still doing well and managed to catch up with a group of guys and thought should I stay behind them and wondered what time they were aiming for. Looked at my garmin they were doing 6:05 decided to over take them, the look on their faces were a picture, they must have been thinking where did she come from. Only one guy came with me and finally over took me. I tried to keep on his tail for the final mile, but he had put his foot down. I passed the Running Pump Pub and knew I wasn’t that far away from the finish. Turned the corner and saw Joanne Fairhurst and hubby shouting me and waving because I was first lady. I came into the gates of the school to the finish line sounding like a old steam train. Collected my medal and bottle of water and slumped over a fence until I managed to get my breath back then looked at my watch. Couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw my time 18:28. I had only ever got 19:55 at my previous Catforth race back in 2013. My pb for a 5K was back in 2009 18:57. Did a slow jog to meet hubby who was absolutely over the moon with my time. Went back to car to freshen up and have my protein shake. Every runner gets a pie and a can of cider or beer after the race. I gave mine to hubby as I was looking forward to a huge steak for my tea. Waited for prizes to be given out. Won £15. I came 1st lady and 13th runner out of 105 runners. I texted my dad after the race and he said I was “like a fine vintage wine that gets better with age”.