Helsby RC weekly round-up 16th – 22nd July 2018

Hello all

Firstly a big apology for the lateness of the blog this week, there was some confusion on my part as to who’s turn it was to do the blog!

Without further ado here are the reports from last week, big thanks to Phil G, Chris Collins and Laura BH for sending them in.

Summer Handicap 2018

Firstly a big thanks to all the marshals, timekeepers etc.

The positions were as follows:

Name Finish position
Tim Igoe 1
Neil Fergusson 2
Thomas Atherton 3
Ben Crossley 4
Charlie Ashbrook 5
Peter Rodriguez 6
Jane Ashbrook 7
Paul Alexander 8
Chris Dodd 9
Steve Riley 10
Mike Barnard 11
Vanessa Griifiths 12
Gareth Boyd 13
David Smith 14
John Whitehead 15
Chris Fitzpatrick 16
Chris Hatton 17
Geoff Collins 18
Graeme Lloyd 19
Chris Igoe 20
Jackie Keasley 21

The times were as follows:

Position Name Minutes Seconds
1 Ben Crossley 19 3
2 Peter Rodriguez 19 14
3 Chris Fitzpatrick 19 23
4 David Smith 20 14
5 Tim Igoe 20 29
6 Gareth Boyd 21 4
7 Chris Dodd 21 45
8 Steve Riley 21 53
9 Charlie Ashbrook 23 10
10 Jane Ashbrook 23 17
11 John Whitehead 23 51
12 Thomas Atherton 23 53
13 Neil Fergusson 24 47
14 Vanessa Griifiths 24 55
15 Paul Alexander 25 0
16 Mike Barnard 25 37
17 Geoff Collins 26 50
18 Chris Hatton 27 42
19 Graeme Lloyd 28 14
20 Chris Igoe 29 13
21 Jackie Keasley 32 47

Snowden International 2018

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Weekly Update 8-7-18 to 15-7-18

New Members

Please can you all welcome Liam Jones and Ben Gelister who have just joined the club. Also, please can you welcome back Jonathan Hardman who has rejoined after an absence of a year or two.

Its off to Snowdon for this weeks first race report
Jason and I (Rebecca Tate, aka Mildred Thehen!) completed the Always Aim High Snowdonia trail half marathon yesterday. It was the most gruelling run I’ve ever done, by a large margin! As a sub-2 hour runner on the flat, this one took me over 3 hours 30! But with over 4,000 feet elevation gain, which hurt just as much down hill as it did up hill, that’s not surprising!

We started at 9.45am from Llanberis, with the usual sunshine and a nice breeze. The first few miles were the sorts of uphill gradient we have locally, with some beautiful scenery, most memorably running along the side of a valley with the long swirly colourful snake of runners up on the path ahead and behind.

Then the proper climbing set in and we could only walk for miles, until we were up into a cloud, with the summit hoped for but never in sight! There we experienced the more traditional British summer weather: cold, windy and foggy, lovely! Eventually we reached the top, and didn’t quite head to the summit, but took the Llanberis Path back down.

This is where the falls started, with each heavy thud marking another person crashing down. The camaraderie was great, with runners stopping to help each other and check they were ok, and the cheerful injured carrying on with blood dripping from elbows, knees and alarmingly, heads.

Apparently those that I saw were alright, though in the distance the Air Ambulance seemed to be having a busy day. Hopefully all were ok.
Once we got out of the cloud, the spectacular views and sunshine returned; we ran past the halfway café and could see the little mountain trains chugging up and down, and the blue lake of Llanberis at the bottom.

As we reached the town again, via the agonisingly steep tarmac lane, we had only completed 10 miles. In some pain by now, we expected there might be a gentle jog round the lake to make up the distance. We were very wrong. “It’s only a Parkrun left now” I thought, also very wrongly. No, we were sent up to the top of the old slate quarry on the opposite side of the lake, another climb of around 800 feet all within less than a mile!

It was descending from here that I became the next faller, failing to spot a stone and going completely over on my ankle; I felt it crunch. However, having strapped it up with my neck buff, it got me back down to the finish and seems unscathed, which is more than can be said for every other bit of my legs today…!

The finish took us back to the event field, where some enthusiastic crowd support was a real boost. The event organisers had issued free cowbells to supporters, and had printed our names on the race numbers, so all the way round we were being shouted on by name by complete strangers! Gels and energy drinks at the drinks stations were very welcome too. There were lots of snacks at the finish, and stalls to browse, and a lovely atmosphere.

I came 146th out of 316 for gender, 481st overall. Jason was 5 minutes quicker, finishing 437th overall. He’s walking quite normally today, so clearly wasn’t trying hard enough!

And onto Col B for a report on the Dearnford Relay

Wednesday 11th July saw 7 teams of 3 from Helsby head over to Alderford Lake for a 6 mile multiterrain relay. Each team member running a 2 mile leg around the lake. Congratulations to Fitzy, El Capitano and myself for 3rd place in the men’s this is an improvement on the previous 2 years when we have achieved 4th place. All teams from Helsby had cracking runs with the ladies getting 4th place. We had 4 mens team in the top 19 out of 21 male teams with 3rd, 10th, 16th and 19th place. Ladies had two teams with 4th and 10th place and one mixed team who I believe came 20th put of 36 mixed teams. So my maths is not fantastic but I work out we had 7 teams who all did really well out of 79 teams.

This really is worth the ride out and putting in the diary for next year.😊
Great team spirit from all at the green army thanks for support from Richard and his boys, Joe, Mario, June and bump, Louise and Jane and anyone I may have missed off. Big thank to Mrs B for our post race picnic…..Quote a few envious looks from other teams.
Cheers Bish

parkrun

Helsby members were out in parkruns throughout the area including an amazing Helsby first and second male and first female at Phoenix Park. Full results for the week are below

http://www.parkrun.com/results/consolidatedclub/?clubNum=1721

Cheers
Gaz

Helsby RC weekly round-up 2nd July to 8th July 2018

Hello Green Army

Not only do we have 1 race report this week about a certain race, not only do we have 2, but we have 3, all on the same race. Bravo!!

Lets get straight into it.

Step up Lad number 1 – Ian Rutherford

So, the best laid plans to be proper organised for this event, including a pre-visit to the North East for a full reckie of the course had long since been forgotten. The kit-check and prep starting on the Friday evening a mere few hours before setting off. At 3.50am, Saturday, Davyd pulled up and in the still dark very early morning we began to load up the car and off we set. Soon light and yet another beautiful hot and sunny day was in prospect. Travelling any distance in England so early is always fraught with difficulty; over-night road works still in place right across the motorway network so lots of detours and diversions needed but we had plenty of time to play with so it was all good. Just outside Wooler, we found an accommodating service stop for coffee. The scenery now proper stunning in the foot of the Northumbrian National Park; it was also a lot greener than the desert plains of Costa-del-Cheshire I noticed.

Having found the location easy enough we got parked and walked up to register. The folks at Wooler RC couldn’t have been more welcoming and friendly and a great atmosphere was the theme for the entire day. Back to the car and Davyd now in full boy-scout role, complete with camping stove and voila – tea and toast was served. That wouldn’t be the last time today I was appreciate of his efforts.

Getting changed and final tinkering with kit, including a change of shorts – the orange ones sadly just attracting to many unwanted pests (make your own jokes) we made a slow walk back up the hill to the club-house. Still a bit of time to kill including meeting up with Geoff who was running with his friend, both having done this on numerous occasions. From the club it was about a five min walk to the start with a brief stop as Davyd and I were both selected for a random kit check. Having to carry full waterproofs, hat, gloves on what was already a scorching hot day seemed a bit excessive but I understand rules are rules.

So off we went around 200+ of us. Lots of DNS apparently; just too dam hot for a lot.

The road soon left behind, you enter the beautiful national park; most definitely one of the most picturesque parts of the country this is, I shall be visiting the area again.

The first few miles were gentle, obviously feeling fresh, the terrain nothing particularly technical and checkpoint number 1 successfully negotiated. Once up and over Cheviot knee, the climb to the proper summit begins. I could sense Davyd just starting to fall away from me. The sun now high and strong in the sky; my body temperature starting to properly climb. I kept checking back, occasionally mustering for him. The Cheviot climb was long and hard with plenty of skilled climbers demonstrating their superior and more efficient skills as they went past. Occasional turns and exchanging thumbs up with Davyd below me, I managed to successfully overcome the craggy rocky summit. The views were off the charts, totally clear sky, it was stunning. Davyd safely up, posed for the obligatory photo and on we went to the actual checkpoint at the Trig point. And that readers, is where the run flipped on its head. The terrain and decent off the Cheviot is like nothing I have ever experienced before. I remember Geoff some weeks ago and again this morning explaining it’s like jumping off a cliff, privately you’re thinking at the time, ‘oh it can’t be that bad’… but oh my, he nailed the description perfectly. Mincing very gingerly, almost at 90 degrees angle from in front of me I try to get down; not going to lie, I was thinking I was about to die. Davyd in front then proceeds to sit down and literally start to what I can only describe as ass-surfing down the mountain. I’m proper hating this now and genuinely working ever so hard just to stop myself from tumbling down the hill, not breaking a leg or worse. The decent goes on forever, Davyd is now just a distant blob and getting ever further away, there are people literally flying past me and I’m aware I’m getting in the way. There is absolutely no path, it’s just heather and brush, unable to see were each foot is planting. I’ve still no idea how I got to the bottom in one piece; but the fun was only just beginning. Across a stream the ascent of Hedgehope was now underway. It started with actual scrambling,

hauling my weary figure up onto a mound. I was having a proper meltdown. I was broken and we’d only covered around 9 miles. So, how’s Davyd I hear you ask, didn’t he have a wobble even before the Cheviot summit? This guy was amazing. Suddenly I found myself in the company of Kilian but in a Helsby vest 😉 Seriously, the transformation was dramatic. He was absolutely buzzing, full of energy and encouragement; he was dealing with my sense of humour failures well. Honestly, I’m still unclear what happened to me, did I attempt to go off to quick, had I been taking enough liquid, had I eaten enough. Just don’t know. My confidence shot, the terrain way to technical for my tarmac plodding skills I knew I was well out of my depth. Climbing the foot of Hedgehope was relatively okay, feeling a little better, I tried to pull myself together, then the terrain changed once again; away from flat open grass land, to craggy rock and heather. I was struggling again. Davyd, the top fella he is, was an endless source of encouragement and support; I kept apologising, I felt I was spoiling his day; I’ll tell everyone now; he would have knocked at least 30 mins, maybe more off his time had he wanted too. The ascent of Hedgehope was way more tough than Cheviot. Terrain so much more challenging (for me at least), I was proper cooked. And we were finally half-way, oh joy!

Roll up rollup, all the fun of the fair continued as Langlee Craggs was the next ride in town, the teddies were being proper thrown about now. We didn’t take an optimum route off the cragg face and found ourselves knee deep in brushland and heather. Getting through that, almost unable to lift my feet high enough. The danger of following people and assuming they know the route right there. Where it was runnable, I was just about capable of a slow-stagger; kept trying though, just needed to get this done. Davyd, had a bit of cramp but otherwise looked strong. The miles were getting done and the terrain became much more Ian friendly; mile 14 an impressive 11.5 mins.

The run in was yet another challenge. The rocky and eroded trail of Carey Burn. The heat in the valley was oppressive. Dusty and challenging terrain on very tired feet was a right struggle, but knowing the end was, if not in sight but relatively imminent was keeping me going. Once out of the ravine, back on to the national park track, it was the proper final acts. A shout of “Away Pet” as a local lady ran past us as if out for a park run and then establishing that England were just one up from the driver of the Northumbria Water tanker half a mile from the end.

And so, it was done. An unimpressive time, completely down to me I’m afraid. A cold hose down and then some genuine hospitality from the volunteers in the centre, lots and lots of food and drink and the England match on the big projector occupying the attention of the others.

I will never forget this day. So many special things happened and it was a proper insight in to fell running for me. Walking back to the car, past the local hostilely, the shouts for the England match loud and happy. Finally got to take my shoes off and began the journey home. Swapping drivers just before we hit the M1, all I will say is thank the lord Davyd’s car is an automatic 😉

Great report Ian, Lad number 2 looked after you well.

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Over to Lad number 2 – Davyd Michell

One Friday night its cold a wet outside, your having a few beers and your mate messages you, I’ve found a race…its 20 miles and its in Northumberland and its called the Chevy Chase, what you think?
Immediately the name caught my imagination, what a great name for fell race over the cheviots, I’m in. A few weeks later the reality dawned that i’ve never ran over 14 miles and that was on the road, still I have 4 months on training to get ready.

Fast forward that 4 months and I’d done quite a bit of training but not as much as i’d hoped, we’d planned to do some longer runs over similar terrain and even a recce, none of that actually happened, still, we’d be ok!?!
The race was on Saturday and the Thursday 2 days before I meet up with Ian for a social run and to formulate a plan of action. The plan was simple – get up a stupid o’clock and drive 230 miles north and run, then drive home.
Friday was all about getting the kit and gear together, I had most bits from my walking days but this still gave me the opportunity to obviously buy some new gear, as everyone loves new gear. So Friday morning I had the chance to try out my new running vest, perhaps a bit last minute! 🙂 much to the amusement of the Friday Fun Club

3am Saturday morning the alarm went off and I got up to go and pick up Ian, we had a 230 mile journey and registration opened at 8:30am for a kit check with the race starting at 10:30. Despite the best effort of Highways England to close off the M60 and A1 for a large section it was no match for us, we were on a mission.
We duly arrived bang on 8am, got our gear together and went and registered. This now gave is 2.5 hours of time to kill. As all good scouts know be prepared, and we were. I’d stuck the camping stove, chairs and kettle in the car so it was time to brew up and get the breakfast on. We also bumped into fellow green army runner Geoff who was also running.

10 am we headed off to the start ready to go, we were loaded up with 2 litres of water each, emergency food, waterproofs, map compass etc as this was run under fell running rules. The other issue was the weather, it was now getting pretty hot at around 25 degrees. After a random spot kit check we were ready to go.
10:30 and we were off. The first mile or so is on road before you head off onto a path and make your way to Cheviot Knee, before tackling the main accent of the 2800ft of Cheviot itself. We started off nice and steady trying not to get carried away, we were covering the ground well and reached the knee in good shape in around 70 minutes. From there the land started to rise rapidly and the main assent had well and truly started, it was at this point I started to feel it a bit, it was getting hot and I was feeling it in my legs. Ian was looking good and was making it look easy. I dug in, but it wasn’t pretty but with Ians encouragement we arrived at the summit.

The view was spectacular and we took a minute to look around whilst getting our trackers check in. The next bit we knew was going to be tough, it evolved a descent off the side of the summit without a path. We headed out following a few other runners and then the route appeared before us…wow..it really was downhill. The steepness was surprising to two tarmac slappers, we picked, fell and slid our way to the bottom and the stream that split the route up the next accent. My legs were shaking, thighs screaming and I was so hot. I’d made it down a minute or so ahead of Ian and just stood in the stream cooling off my feet and throwing water over my head in an attempt cool down.

We gathered our thoughts and then set about climbing straight up the next peak that was Hedgehope, again there was no path and we had to yomp our way up towards the ridge. I started to feel a bit better and my legs were starting to come back to life a bit after the struggle of the pervious peak. The two summits are probably only a few miles apart but that section had taken us an hour by the time we reach the next check point at the summit of Hedgehope. It had also taken its tole on us a bit as the going had been tough. The good news was that was the major climbing over, but we had only covered about half distance.

We descended Hedgehope and thankfully this was not as steep the Cheviot and set on our way to the next checkpoint. The terrain was tricky and quite technical and some parts were just awful with thick gorse, it was my turn now to offer the encouragement. We made it out of that section and we were on a path, thank god! The only issue was that the path was quite eroded and followed a stream with a 3m fall into it if you got it wrong. This coupled with the fact we were 14 miles in and there seemed to be no breeze that had blessed us on the higher ground made tough going. I was now in uncharted territory in terms of distance, but my legs were holding up well and I was having a much better second half of the run than the first.  We reached the final checkpoint at 17 miles and knew we only had 3 to go, but hells path stood in our way, a short half mile assent that normally you’d just push on over, but today was a different story. It was a tough climb and we were both now feeling it at the top, still all downhill to the finish, but even that hurt.
We joined the original road that we’d started on and had a mile or so to go. As we turned off the road to the final path we could hear the welcoming sound of the YHA were it all was going to end soon. We rounded the corner and crossed the line together, we’d done it. 5 hours 20 minutes of running, yomping and in places walking. I think its fair to say we were both knackered, the heat and terrain had done its best but we came through.
The race was impeccably orgainised, they had managed to get water out to even the most remote of checkpoints (a first for the race I understand) given the heat. We now set about replacing as many calories as we could before we had to set off home.

As I write this, reflecting on the run I’m still on a bit of a high. The opportunity to run with my mate in some stunning scenery, meet some great people on the way round and support a great small running club who put on an amazing event has made it the event of the year for me so far, which is going to be hard to beat.  My legs are in bits, stairs are an issue but I can see that this won’t be a one off.  Roll on next year…..

Reckon we could maybe muster a few more bodies for next year, this sounds like a great race

Step up Geoff Collins for report number 3

Chevy Chase Fell Race Wooler Northumberland – Sat 7 July.

What a difference a year makes.  After my attempt last year missing a checkpoint I’m back again for another go at the 62nd Chevy Chase fell race.  The conditions were very different, dry sunny and baking hot with no rain for weeks and no bog.  Last year it was very wet and spongy underfoot.

Its 20 miles through some of the finest scenery in Northumberland giving runners the opportunity to ‘channel their energies into a rewarding and demanding personal challenge’ say the organisers.  The route takes you deep into the heart of the land of the ‘far horizon’.  Indeed the views were truly spectacular you could even see the distant coast towards Beadnall.  A fantastic day apart from the heat and the flies to be in the fells.

This year Helsby RC had a higher profile with two of our best, Ian Rutherford and Davyd Mitchell also taking part.  Together with my Newcastle friend Jill who knows the area well, we ran together as a team of two, with much discussion over pacing to ensure we didn’t get timed out on the check points.  There is an overall time limit of 6hrs to complete the event.  Times are tight particularly at Hedgehope, after that it gets easier.

We met Davyd and Ian in the carpark brewing up and cooking toast on a camping stove.  Madly they left at 3am and drove up on the day!  I felt so grateful for my comfy bed and leisurely breakfast at Jill’s house in Newcastle.

You go up Cheviot 2,676 feet dropping down into a deep valley before heading up Hedgehope 2,348 feet.  Total climb is over 4,000 feet.  Its organised by the friendly Wooler Running Club who take over the youth hostel as the race HQ.

It’s an unmarked route with 7 check points.  Being able to navigate is key particularly in poor visibility, and of course to make sure you find the all the checkpoints!

This was my first race since the end of last year.  Following my knee injury and diagnosis of a stress fractured patella and other age related wear and tear issues.  My training on Helsby Hill & Sandstone.

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Well done guys, really tough going in this heat

Carol Shaw sent in this report

8 Helsby runners took part in the Ladies 5K race organised by Spectrum Striders last Wednesday, July 4th.
Jane Ashbrook was first from Helsby to finish in 8th place in 21.52 and was 2nd in her age category.
Carol Shaw was next in 20th place in 23.18, then Debbie Read in 22nd place in 23.25, Vanessa Griffiths 29th in 24.09, Rhea Howard Armitage 66th  in 28.43, Leah Binns 67th in 28.50 and Donna Geer 78th in 29.29.
Many thanks to Debbie for providing us with prosecco, strawberries and chocolate after the race.
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And last but not least Roy didn’t send in a race report, but asked me kindly to include this in the blog …so here goes

We love Manchestor 10k 

Roy ran a respectable 46.51, but could have done better but got sun stroke, it was boiling hot!

Well done mate

Park run seen runners out in Pheonix, Chester, Delamere, Widnes & Whitehaven. Full consolidated results below

http://www.parkrun.com/results/consolidatedclub/?clubNum=1721

If someone could kindly send in race reports for Dearnford Lake Relays, and maybe the midweek fell race, send them to helsby-race-reports@outlook.com

See you all soon

Fitzy

Helsby RC weekly round-up 25th June to 1st July 2018

Hello Green Army

Hope you are all enjoying the sunshine, long may it continue.

Dearnford Lake Relays are next Thursday 12th July, teams have now been finalised and this is your running order, if you want to change around discuss with your teams and let me know please.

Junior and Senior Wig set off to Llyn Brenig for jaunt around the fairy freckled cow. The race prep had gone fantastically and we had found and settled into a Mcdonalds around 9:15 ish, fed and water we carried onto towards Denbigh with the temperature increasing by the minute.

For those that have done this race or have been to Llyn Brenig will know the views are breath taking and with the beautiful sunshine it was even more so. We got parked and walked down to ‘Race HQ’ which consisted of a tent and two port a loos.

Standing on the start line myself and Dad decided we weren’t going to win it today and to let the other folk have a go. We settled into our normal position at the back of the pack and waited for the start. Already too hot the race started promptly at 11:32 straight up a hill. The first 3 miles is fairly undulating but with a bit of cover from the trees around the reservoir. After a mile and a half I’d stopped for a walk (as had my dad as it turns out).

After more walking up another hill we reached the water stop and the cross over section of the race and the reservoir. We had yet another massive hill and turned around to see how much of a lead I had built up over my Dad, he was right behind me! After this an epic battle of wits and nerves was being run at around 11 minute miles with my Dad finishing 10 seconds behind me.

The finish of the race is across the damn after running through some sheltered woodlands. We crossed the line, got our god awful t shirts and headed back to the car. On the way back we stopped at a café for ham, egg and chips because after all it had been an whole hour and a half since we had last eaten.

Jackie has sent in this on the Saunders Mountain Marathon

This weekend’s sizzling Saunders Mountain Marathon weekend in the Lakes
was as tough as they come due to the heatwave!  Fortunately the Lakes
had one day’s heavy downpour 10 days ago so the main steams were flowing
& drinkable as it would have been impossible to carry all the water
needed during these 2 days – no noticable effects yet!  Don’t think I
have ever seen the Lakes as crystal clear as at the moment, the heat
normally makes things hazy but not this time for some reason.

This year the race started from Grasmere, heading up Easedale and
overnighting at Stonethwaite in Borrowdale. There was quite a Helsby
“and friends” contingent this year which meant quite a #greenarmy
encampment as we all managed to squeeze our tents in close to each other
at the overnight camp.  It also meant a lot of unexpected bumping into
each other in the hills, especially on Saturday as the courses
zig-zagged up and down and around the high rocky central fells via the
Langdale Pikes, Esk Pike, Seathwaite Fell, Allen Crags, Glaramara &
Bessy Boot. Along the way we passed tarns galore; Easedale, Codale,
Stickle, Angle, Sprinkling plus lots of diddy ones.  Some competitors
took a dip in each to cool down! On the way up Esk Pike I spoke to a
dripping lady on the Klets course who had already had 7 swims & it was
only midday!  Checkpoints to visit along the way included streams, path
junctions, hills, humps, sheep folds, tarns, ponds; some rather craftily
“hidden” away. The joy of this event is even if you are in an area you
think you know well you are guaranteed to go somethere new or approach
familiar terrirory from a completely different angle!  On Sunday the
route back was through lower territory & more grassy under foot in
parts; coming back via Greenup Edge, Ullscarf, Wythbrun, High Easedale &
finally Silver How.

Carrock Fell

Laura & Chris     6:21  4:21    10:42  5th  overall

Jackie & Kate     8:50  7:29    16:19  37th overall 1st Female Vets

Chrstine & Sue  11:20 7:35   18:55  43rd  overall (out of 43 with 24 dnf)

Rachel & Lesley  8:58   dnf    unfortunately missed the last checkpoint
on the final day.

Wansfell

Sheila & Georgina 7:73 5:58 13:22 54th overall  4th Female Vets (out of
79 with 10 dnf)

Well done to Laura on her debut at this 2 day event & for finishing 5th
overall.  I must mention this…. the highlight for me was actually
overtaking Chris & Laura at checkpoints 2 and 3 on the first day by
sneaking off on a slightly more direct route! See 1st photo to prove it!
As you can see by the results though that certainly made them gallop on
like Gazelles after that, taking 2.5 hrs less on Sat & 3hrs on Sunday!
On Saturday we kept playing cat & mouse with Lesley & Rachel too seeing
them several times including right at the end as we virtually crossed
the line together (we had slightly different start times). Top marks to
Christine & Sue for endurance on Saturday; for both of them this was
their first major navigation event and multi-day mountain race and they
kept going for 11:20 hrs on Saturday despite all that heat when many
would, & did, throw the towel in. It seemed sensible on Sunday to make a
foursome and keep together to ensure a slightly shorter day for all.  As
a postscript Kate & I did have an advantage over everyone else at the
very beginning & end with the checkpoints on the highground between
Grasmere & Langdale. Between us we know it very well, Kate being lucky
enough to spend a lot of time in Grasmere and me in Chapel Stile; so its
our back garden training ground throughout the whole of the year.

Sounds like an amazing weekend and so good to see a lot of you all turn up and have a crack at it. Well done all

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Park run seen runners out in Hyde Park. Pheonix, Delamere, Ellesmere Port, & Widnes. Full consolidated results below

http://www.parkrun.com/results/consolidatedclub/?clubNum=1721

 

That’s all folks, please keep sending in race reports to helsby-race-reports@outlook.com

Cheers

Fitzy

 

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