Roaches Fell Race 10th November, 15miles

I did this race last year when it was a slightly longer route, it was 18miles of fast fell running and it took me 3hrs and 25minutes to complete it. I was in a lot of pain after 12 miles. I had cramp in both legs and remember walking most of the return leg because I set off too fast on the first leg.

It was another marker race that allows me to see if I have improved during the year. My first full year of running. Though this time the course was 3miles shorter. It did still include a river crossing and rollercoaster route of up and down and more of the same. So I wanted to hit the 3hr mark.

I arrived at Meerbrooke with Tracy Dean after she kindly agreed to give me a lift to the race. Thanks Tracy.  Otherwise I would have been a bit bored.

Another cold winters morning, but no rain or cloud in sight. It was a lovely day and everyone was excited about the race.  Tracy, Jon, Dale, Janson, Mike, Will and Geoff were all taking part in the race. All of which have given me advice over the last few months. I would like to thank them for helping me improve my running.  Simon Bailey was lining up again as was Will Neill and Simon Harding. That would be an exciting race to watch at the front. Sadly I want get to see it.

We set off and I tried to stick with Jon and Janson, we hit the muddiest field in central England. I thought the passing clouds race was a dirty affair well I was wrong, this was. This was proven when Jon lost his shoe in the mud in the first field. This was the only time I was in front of him.  I tried to stick to Janson and Jon, but let go of them during the main climb to roaches. I thought I better race my only race and not get cramp again. So I let off the gas and hope that I would catch them later.  I was doing okay on the ascent and managed to over take about three or four people on the way to the trig point. This was all undone on the descent through the woods towards Gradbach. It’s clear what I need to work on…

We hit the river, I lost a few more places as I enjoyed a paddle. This was going to be a chore, I tried to push on and went for a run and walk approach on most of the ascents. Again I managed to catch people on the ascent but lost ground on the descents. This was partly due to my shoes, I had opted for trail shoes rather than mudclaws. This is because I don’t own any.

We head to the cat and fiddle road and towards Shutlingsloe the half way point and the toughest climb. It was at this point I saw Simon, Will and Simon all pass me by with about 3 minutes between them.  I carried on and tried to push on the ups but started to go with the hand knee walk on Shutlingsloe, though I did manage to over take two doing this.  But I did lose out on the down hill again… So annoying, when this is suppose to be the easier part, well so they say.  On the down hill I see my brother, give him a high five and carry on. I had a such a slow descent its an embarrassment to fell running…

I carry on down the hill and repeat the course again this time heading back to the start. At this point I was racing against three people, after a bit of battle I emerged on top and managed to stick my overtaking when I got Roach End. It must have taken me 4 miles to over take a couple of runners.  I did loose time of the river crossing due to wrestling match.  As I hit my final mile or so back through the farmers field I was caught by another runner, who said he had got lost at a turning. My race was back on, but right when I need my legs to go I got cramp and lost my shoe in the mud. I stumbled back to the finish as if I had been on a night out.

Simon Bailey took 1^st in 2hrs

Will Neill took 2^nd in 2hrs 07

Simon Harding finished in 2hrs 09

Jon Melia finished an incredible 11^th in 2hrs 29

Janson Heath  finished 14^th a great run in 2hrs 29

I finished 29^th in 2hrs 39, so I was pleased with my time. I do know where to improve and work on.

Tracy Dean finished 34^th in 2hrs 41 for third lady

Dale Colclough finished 60^th in 2hrs 52

Mike Perry in 74th in 3hrs 

Mike, Janson, Dale photo by Lisa Health

Me and Janson photo by Lisa Heath

A 142 runners entered the race. 

Passing Clouds. 9miles

This year I wanted to do both the passing clouds and the roaches, both of which are races just outside of the Leek. I do a lot of training around the area and wanted to see if that would help in any way. Here’s what happened:

A change of clothes and a changes of tops, nervousness always makes me wonder if am wearing the right clothes. After a flick of a wizard’s wand I was good to go. I decided to set off in shots and a waterproof jacket.

I quick jog around the car park and few a stretches and not before having a pre race banter with Tracy and Jon, Gareth, Jack and Robin we were ready.

The whistle went we were off and my feet started a petter patter, petter patter wet feet and a glance of who’s around and try to move my legs. Gareth, Robin and Jon all go off fast, as does Jack Ross who stays with Simon Bailey. I lost visual as jack was heading off with him.

1mile down through a cows field, avoid the footprints look for a stile. Avoid, go over the gate, and steal a few places. Go through the farmers yard, a few go the wrong way and I lead the right way make a few places back and call people the right way. Head up towards the first climb, adopt a walk, run style up the hill towards Ramshaw Rocks. Climb, dodge the walkers, pull the heather out and use my arms. Stay with the group. This develops a gap between those behind.

See my brother, he offers support and tells me Jon is just a head of me. I see him but don’t think I ll catch him. All the Staffs Moorlands team members are head of me. Down through the muddiest field that lies in this parts, I swear its never dry. I begin to think I ve entered a tough mudder.  See someone injury, twisted ankle maybe. There okay. I carry on, chasing a Buxton man.  Hop over the heather and miss the bog toilets. Reaches the road a bit of a relief and its starts again. 

Remember the five D’s, duck, dodge, dive, dip and o yes dodge! Try and keep a rhythm.  Him a blackbank farm and head up towards Roach End. Slippery sandstone, slip, twist ankle. Nothing serious. slows my pace down. Take on some jelly babies. Take moment. A little bit of happiness in that juicy goodness. Get over taken, gutted. Need to push on. I adopt for a walk and run up to roach end. Hide in the shelter from the 70mph winds. Yes 70 mph winds and am running in shorts. Take on a gel. Go to the trig point. Keep pushing. No one in front, no one behind. Try to pick up my pace and find the line. A quick glance of the view and carry on, find inspiration, catch another runner over take them.  Keep to the heather. Over the ridge past Doxey’s pool, down to hen cloud, through the gates try to run my hill rep sections. Catching Jon on the ascent see him about 30 seconds in front. Hit the descent, try to catch three or four runners including Jon, fall on my arse.. Bottle of water in the air, wet bum.  Try again lost sight of the group push on, no one behind and no one in front need to keep going.  Start to feel the pain, cramp. See Gareth and Robin, they give a shout of support and I finish in a time of 1hr 25minutes in 25^th position. Staffordshire Moorlands take the team place with Jack (2^nd 1hr 12), Gareth (3^rd 1hr 13) and Robin (6^th 1hr 18).  Jon finished 19^th 1hr 23. Tracy finished in 1hr 37 and won first w40.

Grab a tea from the Tittlesworth visiter centre 

British Fell Relays, Llanberis

British Fell Relays, Staffordshire Moorlands.  20th October 2013.

I never expected this to be in my running calendar, but I got invited to join Staffordshire Moorlands Athletic Club, I accepted. As I feel am a Moorlander at heart and because of the runners that they have had or have currently got. Am hoping to pick up on some advice to improve my running.  The likes of William Neill (GB U23), and Simon Bailey (British Fell Champion) have ran for the club and Tracy Dean (GB), Jack Ross, Gareth Briggs, Jason Burgess (UK mudrunner champion) and Robin Hope all run for the club.

I also wanted to get to know more runners in the area, so I saw this as an opportunity. Due to my success in the summer series, I was asked to run for the club for the Fell Relay in Llanberis, as part of the British Fell Relays. All the best runners from around the UK would be here, it’s an excellent opportunity.

I was running in the mixed/open category for the club, and paired up with Jason Burgess to run a 9 mile course, in Llanberis.  This was obviously a problem for me as I wasn’t as quick as Jason but am also not used to this kind ascent and descent in a fast paced race. With over 1000 metres I was a bit worried.  I had my work cut out.  I also had a problem with my right knee, tendonitis. So I wasn’t looking forward to it.  My brother was also runner with the V40 men team, with Robin, Jon, Craig, Dave and Gareth. This gave me some comfort and some assurance, as I would have his experience and support.  He had recently joined the club too, just after me.

After a night out, race day was upon us, as was the rain. And it didn’t stop all day. This made for interesting running but also very tough conditions. And me and Jason just happened to be doing the longest route…

After Kerry’s brilliant opening leg of the 5mile route around quarry she looked fresh and ready to put us in a good position I thought and she did.  After 45 minutes we touched hands and we were ready to go.

And this was my story of Leg two:

Wet, damp, cold, nervous, but eager to please my aim was to run with one foot in front of the other at a fast pace and repeat over and over again. Do this and I might just get round.  Rain, hitting face, sheltered in the valley so far, feared the worse on top.  Slight climb over into Coed Mawr, shouts of “get past them Dave, I follow” passed a few people, road, step road, pace slows try to keep up with Jason. “come on Dave” and tired response of “okay” after 1 mile in. This wasn’t good. Pick myself up and tried to stick to Jason, he knew it was going to be slow with me, after this point.  Uphill, lose my footing and slip a little. Hold my balance by some kind of hidden dance move. Through mud and over limestone, running through self made streams. Leap over many puddles.  Past the palm trees, descend and try to stick with Jason.  “that’s it Dave keep going, we can get them on the ascent” My thoughts to this. You have to be joking am knackered already.  He wasn’t…

As we approached Moel Cynghorion (700ft), I was knackered, Jason still fresh and hungry. Went like a bullet from a barrel, he shot up the Mountain in double fast speed. Now I know why he does so well in races and I don’t.  I must improve my hill climbing.  It was amazing to watch as I continue to struggle to move my legs and breathe.  I take on gels and water, in a effort to get back into it. This was lost and so was all my hard work.  Like a trail of ants the leg two runners climbed with my struggling and lagging behind.  Many Pass…

Wet, cold, windy, exhausted, lost sight of Jason. Push on, try to get into a better mind set, push on, try harder, try harder to no avail. Break down, this was this first time I lost my heart in a race. I was losing the will to carry on, but I must keep going to catch Jason and for club.  Push on, fight against the wall and the vertical climb that almost pushes you back over due to its steepness. Minutes pass, the clock times, the pressure builds, break down again.  Rebuild one foot in front of the other.  Reach the top to meet my running partner, shouting “come on Dave” I try to push but I tired. My legs ache and I am tired. Must carry on, not for the race for survival. Horizontal rain and 70mph winds hit my face, the coldness burns and the rain stings. 

Run as fast as possible, descend, start the roller coaster of the leg two, up, down up down, aim for checkpoint 3 on Foel Coch. Really tired, my words are “Sorry Jason”, I am Sorry”. Response “its for the fun, It’s a laugh come on”.  Down, Up, dehydrated, Foel Gron, climb the staircase, roll down the hills. Last climb, could of pushed hard, misjudged the race, reach Moel Eilio (best sounding Welsh name), should be a song title.  A cry of relief and the a roar of “Lets F**King do this from my heart.  Through the gate, run, run fast, this is what I can do. Need to catch the other runners, make up the places. A new sense of confidence was found.

Run, stride, lean forward, use the wind, watch the footing, find the line. Aim for the person in front. Pass, continue, one, push, push hard.  Feel cramp, push on, push on for the club, catch them. Pass, bog, avoid, smile for the camera, follow Jason, pass them. Reach disused Querry, Over Stile, through field, out of wind, survived. Relieved to be here, am the lucky one. Run, twist, watch the rocks, to the left, to the right, twist. Watch the bog, Jason landed in, run fast for the team, road, hand over to the navigation leg with Jo and Ian. Wait.

Jason Burgess (SMAC)

Get warm, drink tea, eat cake, get changed wait some more, social, wait.  The leg 3 story is not mine to tell, though the sunshine did break through for the last leg when Mark went out.

My vow after the race, never to run a race of importance half injured or with out the right training.  Confidence and experienced gained for next year though. Great to see so many talented runners. Dont carry too much stuff. 

My brother also did this leg with Gareth Briggs, and he had the same experience, wet, cold and hard. Though he was slightly tired from Limone from the Sky Running championship a few weeks before, but still ran well. 

Finishing time for leg two for me and Jason (1hr 39minutes) 21 minutes behind the first pair, position 67 out of 180.

Gareth and Ant, on leg two, (1hr 32minutes) in 37^th.

Overall finishing time 5hr and 45 minutes, in 58^th place. The team was Kerry, Me, Jason, Ian, Jo and Mark.

My Brother and Gareth’s team finished 7 in their category with an overall time of 4hr and 56minutes. The team was Robin, Gareth, Ant, Jon, Craig, and Dave Neill.

Both Staff Moorlands Teams

High Peak 40

So it’s been a year and a day since completing the Long Mynd Hike, a 50 mile race that covers the Shropshire and Welsh borders.  To this day, I wonder how I completed the hike. I do have my theories but wont go into them now.  However it is the only ultra race I have done and finished thinking I could do an extra mile or two here. I still had energy left in the tank to continue a few more miles. Even Helen Skelton told me at the finish that I looked fresh.  Never has this happened again…

So you can probably tell that the high peak 40 become a bit more a challenge than I expected.

I set off to fast, but I thought it was a comfortable pace at the time, I was wrong.  Preparations for the race didn’t really go so well either, having only done the first 15 mile in a recce. I was also struggling with my knee in my previous race (ipstones five) and I hadn’t ran before since then. So with five miles in the bag and some hill reps it wasn’t the idea start to a 40mile hike that include Man Tor, The Lords seat and the tricky work at Cave Dale.  My confidence was blown out of the water before the ship had even set sail.

I went ahead anyway, as my aim for the year was to compete in the run further series.  I felt pretty good hitting the first couple of checkpoints. I even felt good running down some of the downhill’s, I remember thinking that I could be in for a good race as I descended from the Lords Seat, passing about 5 or 6 runners. 

Once the down hill came around into Castleton (Hollins Cross) I hit a stone and lost my balance and rapidly adapted my footing in order not to fall. I managed to avoid the couple walking the hill, I think they were just as confused about me as I was to their movements or dance on the hill. This did hurt my knee due to jarring. It continued to hurt, but I thought I could run it off. Lucky I had the company of Peter who I meet in Bradwell to keep me going, as well as Liz Reeves who was having a good race in the ladies.  They managed to keep me going. I did think about stopping and handing in the towel more than I ever have before. Especially when my jelly babies jumped for freedom on cave dale.

Though I decided to keep going, I thought I’ve done this before in the Long Tour, I do it again. And that is what I continued to do keep going, at a slow pace.

I couldn’t keep up with Peter and Liz and wished them luck and said I may see them at the end. I later saw Lisa and Janson Heath, Lisa was doing her first ultra, and was running well. She passed me just outside Tideswell.  I wished her luck and told her to push on.

Again this is what I did, bit by bit, foot by foot, a left and then a right, a tree and a view to see me through. Then I hit the road, this destroyed me and I lost all energy and time as I had trail shoes on rather than a road shoe. This would of being a better option… Too late now!

I managed another left and right. Steps turned to a walk and then a jog and then a run and then I repeated. Better to finish late than not at all…Maybe in the short term not in the long term. Injury’s are hard to shake off after the half way point… and they stay with you for the weeks after.

I was later cheered by Pete, Tracy, and Liz as I got to the finish. I was pleased to see them. I later saw Lisa and Janson too.

I managed to finish with a time of 8hrs 10minutes in 58th. I found out that Tracy had won the ladies race. Well Done Tracy.

Much fun was had afterwards, looking for a car key that I dropped on route, lucky it was at a checkpoint and it was pickup by a marshal. Thank you marshals, you saved my bacon! And also aided me getting back home and also provided much entertainment for me, Jon and Tracy. Thankyou all volunteers and marshals for an enjoyable race.

Me as Pie Protector 

Tracy and Jon, post race. Well Done to Tracy for Winning the Ladies race

in 6hrs and 21minutes

Ipstones Five Road Race

7^th September

So it was the day of my hometown race even though it’s a village. I decided to enter the race because of this.  I wasn’t really in the right frame of mind as I was suffering from an on going pain in my groin, due to an IT band problem. It was also a road race…Not my strength, a fast pace road race at that. I still decided to do it, and I later found out that a few friends from the village were also running, Craig Barks and Carl Barks, they were having the best brother wins race.  I also saw Andrew Sayers, Janson Heath, Lisa Heath, Dean Windsor and Dale Colglough.  All of which I got to know through the summer series.

Ipstones Edge, me and Dean

The race started with a 1 mile ascent to Ipstones edge at this point I felt good, but as soon as I started to descend my leg started to hurt and I thought my race was over.  I still continued to run trying to push myself with out over doing it.  Towards the bottom of Sharpcliff there was a small dog that provide some entertainment for me and Dean. This seemed to stretch my legs a bit more as I thought it was going to bite me. I continue to go steady over the flat parts and tried to work on the ascents. I know the roads well as I have ran around the Basford lanes for some time.  This helped my mental state and I continued to push on the hills and the flats. Not as fast as I would of liked but am happy with the speed I went.

I managed to finish 11^th with a time of 31minutes and 42 seconds and I was the first Ipstones person back, so I won a some quinness , happy days.  Andrew managed to bet me  (6^th with 30:45) and I managed to hold of Dean who was biting at my ankles all the way round the course. Good race Dean.  Dean finished 13^th 31:50.

Craig beat Carl in the battle of brother with a great time of 38:12 finishing 73^rd.

photos from Bryan Dale

Shelf Moor Fell Race

The opportunity to run a fell race came by, Gareth Briggs from Staffordshire Moorlands Athletics Club ask if anyone wanted to join him. I said yes.

It was a cold and damp morning, and we headed towards Glossop, I hadn’t heard of the race before and didn’t really know what it would be like. Gareth described it as one long up hill and one long downhill over the moors and peat.  Mark had also joined also from SMAC.

My knowledge into the race was that it is six miles long with an 1800ft contour that took you to one of the highest points in the peak district. The race record was set in 1989 by Colin Donnelly the time record was 39 minutes.

After a few stretches and nervous pacing, I signed up at an old scouts hut and then headed to the starting line. There we also saw Jack Ross, a great young runner from Staffs Moorlands.  Gareth told me not to go off so fast at the start. I said there is no chance of that, as I still a little stiff in my legs from LTOB and thought this may be a good chance to open my legs a little. We wished each other luck and we were off.

We set off and I started off with a steady pace over the rocky stone and twisting paths that lead to the hill that Gareth talked about, the first part of the hill is runnable but I was soon slowed down to a power walk up by nature staircase.   Heading towards the first false summit I could feel my legs burning, but the breath of other runners behind kept me moving. At this point Gareth and Jack were well in front, there were both in the top 5, with jack and Gareth fighting for positions between them…And that was there race. Something I could only be spectator to.

Gareth Briggs (SMAC) start of the first climb (Photo Ian Oates)

I managed to overtake a few people on the climb and but a few other people managed to get past me to, so a bit of tip for tat. I heard a marshal say I was in 21^st. Heading past the one of the three aircraft crashes and another checkpoint we headed towards Higher Shelf Stone, the highest point on the route. I desperately tried to catch the person in front of me, this worked and I managed to catch him by running better lines. As we reached the top, we were neck and neck. I saw Gareth and jack fly down the hill as the route looped back on its self.

(Top of Higher Shelf Stones, neck and neck toe to toe, slightly behind, photo Peak District Fell Races)

The person I was toe to to toe with decided to unleash his downhill legs. I couldn’t keep up him, though I did try to no avail.  This did mean that I gained on  a couple in front.  I couldn’t make much ground between them, as my downhill technique obliviously needs some work.  I soon found myself running by myself, so I decided to keep pressing as much as possible.  This was a long down hill and down I went. I could feel my legs burning with ever stride.  Trying to avoid the peat bogs, and the stones, I picked up the lines as best I could hoping to catch someone.

Descent from Higher Stones, tum bag 

Them suddenly someone flew past me, this was the wake up call I need. I tried to stay with the blue thing that shot past at a rate of knots. I pushed hard but I couldn’t catch him either… Things were getting worse. Until I got till the steepest part of the down hill section and then I managed to open my legs more. I could see I was catching a small group of runners in front of me. I had this last down hill section and the sprint road finish to make my places up. I still had some energy in the bag. Once I reached the road I open my legs to sprint to the finish passing a couple at the end of the downhill and the start of the road section.

On the way to finish line (photo Ian Oates)

I managed to finished  19^th for Team Raidlight with a time of 51minutes and 03 seconds.

Gareth managed to beat Jack for the first time in about three years. Though Jack was running with a broken wrist…

Gareth finished 3^rd and Jack finished 4^th with times of 45:59 and 46:46.

Gareth home straight (photo Ian Oates)

Mark finished 54 with 57:14 all for Staffordshire Moorlands.

It goes to show how good Colin Donnelly was at running beating my time by 12 minutes. I also learnt that I need to work on my downhill technique.

Long Tour of Bradwell 2013

So it had been a year since my first attempt of this ultra race and my first ever for that matter. This time I had being running for a year and three months instead of three months.

I have a little bit more experience and have done a little bit more training than I had before. I have done some training runs around the route and felt that my memory served me well.  I was hoping not to get cramp after lose hill and first 12 miles this time. I don’t fancy crawling along the footpath again!

I was a little nervous, as I hadn’t spent a lot of time doing distance runs like I usually do, instead I have been doing shorter runs and races. This in doubt has made me faster over the shorter distances but I wasn’t sure how it would affect my longer runs… I was about to find out.

My brother had generously volunteered to help support me on the course and also to offer words of encouragement once again.  I was happy to have him help me and this gave me more food options. As well as cutting down on weight.

As like last year I was nervous and worried about the events that were about to unfold over next few hours.  The weather was perfect conditions for running, overcast with little chance of rain or sun.

There was also the half tour of Bradwell this year that Gareth Briggs was running.  Nick Ham, Helen Skelton and Paul Evans were also running the full tour and looking to improve their times.

After a mad five minutes of changing some food and checking my weight I ran to the start with a few minutes to spare. After a half brief the whistle had gone and we were off.  There were a few comments on the odor I was sporting, I relieved that I had once again smothered myself in deep heat (maybe a placebo thing). There’s no mistaking it, once you know the smell it will never leave you. 

Start of Long Tour of Bradwell (Photo Ant Bethell)

I started off with a slow pace and let a few people go past me, this time I planned to walk any uphill that looked to challenging unlike last year where I ran most of the ones to cave dale.  Its here were you have to watch your footing as the mixture of water and limestone equals poor grip. I took it slow and let lose once I left the stream behind, this is one of the best parts of the course technically and for the scenery. I moved on down to Castleton feel fresh and as I went past the outdoor educational centre headed to Hollins Cross. This was the first time I saw my brother since the start of the race, he informed me who was winning and where a few over people were. He gave me some food and asked how I was, I felt “okay” I replied.  We climbed to the top and I agreed to meet him at loose hill.  He also said Gareth was winning his race for Team Raidlight, where as I were about middle of the pack.

Start of ascent to Hollins Cross

Descent Hollins Cross (Photo Ant Bethell)

After falling over a few gates, running through a hoards of cows, walking up some very steep steps to ringing roger, and diverting on the right route to the fourth checkpoint where as others had taken a different line I was running down farm fields back to Hollins Cross to meet my brother.

Nick Ham climb to Hollins Cross (Photo Ant Bethell)

At this point of the race I was with Pete Slovakian runner, we had being following each other since Castleton.  I took on some salt and vinegar crisps and a chocolate bar. I also had some salt tablets, unlike last year.  I still felt okay and comfortable with the pace I was running, I just hoped to maintain it. It was here I also meet Janson Health and a man called Chris.

It was here that I decided that I should try and start to race against people, so therefore I decided to try and keep up Janson and Chris.  So I followed them, Pete, and my Brother down loose hill. After the refuel of more crisps and coke I was ready to go.  I enjoyed the descent and saw Lisa, Janson’s wife at the next checkpoint.  My brother had come on to meet me at the next rendezvous.

I carried on to Ashton Hall and where I meet up with Pete and a few other runners, we were also joined by Chris and Janson, we headed up to one of the few climbs remaining which leads down to lady bower reservoir. I headed down the descent and decided to open my legs a little, this brought a slight twinge in my knee. I did some stretches and moved on at the checkpoint with Janson. Pete and Chris who were in pursuit. We moved on into Bamford and headed towards the escalator. I meet up with my brother once again, we walked up the growling uphill, you would be foolish to run up this, you are a brave person if you do.  I took on some more coke and a sis gel. It was at this point were I started to struggle, well at least I made it further than I did last year and I had the thought that I completed last years race despite all the pain from cramp in both legs.

Helen Skelton leading the women's race (Photo Ant Bethell)

Janson Heath in Bamford (Photo Ant Bethell)

My brother offered me words of encouragement and made me run once we had the opportunity. I did, but it was at a slow pace, Chris, Pete, and Janson had moved about half mile past me. I could see them heading up to Stanage edge.

Photo (David Bradshaw, Sports sunday)

I tried to pull myself together and forget about the cramp, I ran along the road and started to pick up my pace, and made ground on Chris, and then we both caught up with Pete to the next checkpoint. Now for the technical bit across the rocks, this is my favorite part of the course because of this aspect. I started to lead us across the rocks and then got struck by the cramp again. So I stopped and decided to try and relax my left leg and do some stretches. This seemed to work and again I had to catch the two up, at this point Janson had disappeared. I started to enjoy the rocks again and then I suddenly caught up Pete and Chris we exchange words about my cramp and then I ran to the next checkpoint to get some orange juice. 

I then ran down toward Heathersage, and then past the Fox Inn and headed towards the water works, but before I got there I was once again greeted by my brother in the Abney Moor. Here I also saw Janson again, he was running back as he missed a checkpoint, he still looked really fresh. I knew I would probably see him again.

My brother tried to take my mind off my cramp and told me to keep running as this way I would finish the race quicker. And that was the plan from there on in. I just tried to run the rest of course as best I could.  It went well for awhile, I even managed to run uphill in the woods for a while.  As we approached the final ascent, we were passed lots of cars on a narrow road, this slowed our uphill walking down a little. As we approached the last hill that looks down on Bradwell, I was passed by Janson again, well there was no way I was catching him due to risk of cramp. I continued down the fell at a slow pace, I was running as if I was drunk and I had lost some of my senses. The trees, bushes and the trails became all the more impassible when normally I’d fly down them. I stuck with it and made it to the road into the village before all my right leg locked up. I screamed with the pain and asked my brother to help release the muscles. We were then approach by a women who asked if I had broken my leg! “No just cramp” I replied. It was time to once again to pull out the Jaddle a cross between a jog and waddle. This was invented last time I was here. I tried to go as quickly as possible I almost made the finish when Chris passed me just before the line. I was gutted, but that’s how it goes.

Finishing the race, last few metres (Photo Ant Bethell)

Me and my brother at the finish (photo Helen Skelton)

I got to the line and I felt a sense of relief, joy and as well as the release of endorphins.  I heard claps and cheers from Helen, Janson, Lisa, Paul and my brother as I crossed the line. 

I knew it was quicker than I went last year, in fact it was almost two hours. I managed to finish the course in 6 hours and 30 minutes.  A whole 1 hour and 42 minutes faster than last year.

I can tell I was exhausted when I finished the course, I couldn’t walk probably and it took me about one hour to take my socks off and a further two hours before I dared myself to sit down.  Having the tea, and soup, o and a pint Guinness definitely helped my recovery.

I also know that I would not of finished the course as quickly as I did if it wasn’t for my brothers support. Thanks Ant I owe you a million.

I later found out the Stuart Walker had broken a course record and finished in a time of 4hrs and 53 minutes. I don’t know how you get round this route in that time. That is outstanding. Well done Stuart.

I also learnt that Helen had won the women’s race for 2nd year in a row, well done Helen. Amazing.

Gareth Had also won the Half Tour, well done Gareth, I also believe he also set a course record.

I managed to finish 37^th overall, an improvement from last years 83^rd.

Leek Cricket Club Final summer Series Race (Gun Hill 1st August)

I was sad to see the final summer series and the arrival of the final race, it seemed to come about too quickly. Lets hope it’s not a goodbye!

The final race was a 5 mile race starting at Leek Cricket Club which then leads on the Gun Hill and then back towards Tittesworth and then finally back down to the Abbey Inn and up to the Cricket Club to start/finish. Am a bit unsure of the actual course as me and most of the front runners got a little lost for a change! Hence the lack of detail. This slight detour meant that we had to do an extra mile or so.  Well they do say things come in threes and in a mysterious way it maybe as luckly as a rabbits foot for I had a good conclusion.

So this is how the story of the final race unfolded.  It was another hot evening and my stomach as usual was flowing south… Once I managed to compose myself, I meant up with some of the competitors and people I had gotten to know. Amongst them was Gareth Briggs, Robin Hope, Dale, Matt, Tyler, Toby, Richard, Lee and Andrew. With the support of Cara who was always ready with my water I was final making my way to the start. My Brother had come to support and watch the race too.

I wasn’t sure of the course at this point, but I thought that didn’t matter as I was going to be at the front… Well in hindsind it would of helped.  O well.  The whistle had gone and the front-runners we off like lightening bolts looking for a point of contact.  As usual my game plan was to stay with the runners I usually finish around.  I took it steady on the road as I wanted to make my move on the uphill towards the top of gun hill and put my hill sessions to practice. It seemed to work as I managed to pass about four or five other runners and found myself in about tenth once I reached the top of gun hill to hear my brothers voice of support and encouragement. Thanks Ant.

Top of Gun Hill (Me and Richard)

This gave me a little more oxygen as it was tough running through the farmers fields, my legs aching from the long uphill struggle.  Unsure of the route I followed those in front. Having heard a few shouts I looked around to try and see if we were going the right way, I assumed we were and I became to follow the leading group apart from the leading two who had ran to the top of the field! We took a gate to another field. Both of these paths were wrong and we should of taken a gate leading to some farms earlier on.  I realised that we were going the wrong way after we hadn’t seen a marshal or any signs to leads on the right route, so I followed Gareth Briggs and Robin Hope as I knew they knew the area.  After several ploughed fields, cattle grids, and climbing of fences we hit the road that goes to the Meerbroke or the Abbey Inn, I knew where we were! I knew I had to work extra hard in order to finish well. I panicked and wondered if I would finish near the back of field due to the extra mile or so detour.  I followed Gareth with heavy legs and had to find some inner strength to carry me through. We eventually managed to catch up with the race that I entered.  I saw Gareth Knapper and Lee Campbell and I knew I was near the top end of the race, which was relief.  The next part of the route was uphill, I tried to keep in touch with Gareth who at this point had made a good gap on myself, Robin and Adam.   I managed to see a few familiar faces who made fun of us going the wrong way for a third time but they also offered me encouragement to fight for a good place and not to give up.

I did this and soon started to pass those that started behind me, through the woods near the Abbey Inn I could sort of sense an end to this race, providing I didn’t go wrong again. At this point I was racing to try and keep in touch with Gareth and to hold off Adam.  I got to the Abbey Inn, a pub that through back good memories… I also came across my brother who had come to run with me to the finish. Thanks for the support Ant. He pushed me on and told me to keep going, he also said I was in second place. I not entirely sure how this happened but I was pleased to be in this position. I ran with inspiration of the ghosts of my past and the beating voice of my brother to hold off Gareth till the end of the race.

A strange race that lead me to second place, maybe next time I ll get there without people taking the wrong route.

My best result for Team Raidlight and for me. I was over the moon with my finish though. I collapsed on the floor to find Cara cheering me on and offering me water. Thankyou.

Well done to Gareth for winning the race.  

Running like Pony

Gareth Briggs and Simon Bailey

Am really pleased with how the summer series has gone and also even more pleased to meet so many nice people who love to run and love the landscape. I would recommend the series to anyone, no matter what their standard.

I would like to thank everyone who has supported me during the series and all those that have given me advice.  Thanks to my Brother as always and also Cara for her support.  Thanks to Dale, Clive, Matt, Gareth B, Robin, Matt, Tyler, Toby, Lee, Gareth K, Andrew, Dean, Frank, Ellie, Adam, Sam, Jason, and Roger.

Final Results for the final race:

Gareth	Briggs	618	SMAC	1	00:40:17	M40
David	Bethell	417	Team Raidlight	2	00:41:00	M16
Adam	Brearley	434	SMAC	3	00:41:17	M16
Richard	Marlton	456	Stockport Harriers	4	00:41:35	M45
Matt	Bigley	765	Unaffiliated	5	00:41:43	M16
Richard	Cooper	762	Boalloy RC	6	00:42:04	M45
Deborah	Thomas	613	Trentham RC	7	00:42:21	F16
Lee	Campbell	453	Boalloy RC	8	00:42:29	M50
Matthew	Statham	487	Unaffiliated	9	00:42:41	M16
Gareth	Knapper	469	SMAC	10	00:42:57	M16
Ruth	Watchorn-Rice	511	SMAC	11	00:43:07	F45
John	Green	442	SMAC	12	00:43:21	M45
Ian	Yates	759	SMAC	13	00:43:23	M16
Toby	Miller	536	Boalloy RC	14	00:43:26	M16

Final Results for the Summer Series Championship

Julian	Goodwin	455	Boalloy RC	M	1	9
Simon	Myatt	535	Unaffiliated	M	2	26
Dominic	Stafford	515	Boalloy RC	M	3	26
Adam	Brearley	434	SMAC	M	4	34
Richard	Marlton	456	Stockport Harriers	M	5	41
David	Bethell	417	Team Raidlight	M	6	43
Dan	Croft	592	Macclesfield Harriers	M	7	47
Andrew	Mayers	443	South Cheshire Harriers	M	8	48
Tyler	Goodwin	525	Boalloy RC	M	9	52
Toby	Miller	536	Boalloy RC	M	10	70
Pete	Newham	604	Congleton Harriers	M	11	77
Roger	Grand	435	SMAC	M	12	90
Matthew	Statham	487	Unaffiliated	M	13	93
Lee	Campbell	453	Boalloy RC	M	14	96
Gareth	Knapper	469	SMAC	M	15	104
Dale	Colclough	486	Trentham RC	M	16	110
Terry	Fowler	451	SMAC	M	17	112
Dean	Windsor	431	Boalloy RC	M	18	118

I managed to finish six overall and fourth in my age category.