Archive for October, 2011
Report from OAC’s Tom Marsh:
The weather was glorious in Scarborough on Sunday for the Yorkshire Coast 10km organised by Scarborough A.C.
The route took competitors along the seafront starting from the recently renovated Spa Complex in the South Bay, to the Sea Life Centre at the head of the North Bay on an out and back course.
With a cooling sea breeze and a clear blue sky, it was a privilege to be one of the 1,114 runners taking part on which was a fast and flat course. If only I’d have had time for more training recently I could have been on for a PB but I had to settle for a respectable time of 41:37 and 84th position.
It was great to see another Otley vest in amongst the large crowd with Reid Haddow finishing 392nd (49:58). It is certainly a race I will be returning to next year.
Full results here.
The first lady was Donna Edmondson-Booker (Idle) on 101.17.
For OAC, Howard Jeffrey finished 58th (109.08).
Report from OAC’s Renee Saxton:
This was my first attempt at The OMM and I am proud to say I finished the Long Score.
The first day was very bleak, cold and wet with not much visibility although we did manage to see some deer, mountain hare and a few rainbows.
We managed to lose a good hour as my partner (Andy Brook-Dobson) got hypothermia. Once he had semi-recovered and regained his marbles he led us on to collect more points and I finished strong that day. We made it to camp in 7 hours 46minutes instead of 7 hours. With 230 points we had a penalty of 94 – oopsy, therefore losing our chance for a chasing start on the Sunday.
I really enjoyed camping out and had a fantastic sleep, a bit too fantastic unfortunately as I fell asleep before I had eaten all of my food, which was a shame really as I needed those calories for the next day.
The Sunday was a really lovely day with sunshine and more spectacular views. We had six hours to run today and were quiet relaxed, happily chatting to pass the time away.
With two hours of running time left I was running out of steam but Andy was full of encouragement and continued to load me up with sugar eventually dragging me over that finish line (a bit earlier) to a lovely cup of tea.
The event was won by Gary Tompsett / Gavin Miles in 12:32:03 and we finished 75th (13:11:40).
Results from The OMM.
Results from fellrunner.
Report from OAC’s Matt Broughton:
On Saturday I ran in the Snowdonia Marathon which I am told grows substantially year on year with 2011 being host to more that 2,000 runners.
It starts and ends in Llanberis looping around Snowdon. When I arrived on Friday the weather was ideal with mostly clear skies but come Saturday the weather ranged from windy with rain to gail-force with downpours, which made the hilly conditions pretty challenging.
Considering the terrain and conditions, I was pretty chuffed with my time finishing in 3:46:15 in 290th place, knocking ten minutes off my PB. I partly put this down to the my hair and facial streamlining carried out by Reed, newly discovered club barber, before the race on Thursday.
I have never really visited Wales and I was blown away by the landscapes. Part of the race passed an old railway yard, reminding me of a childhood favourite, but unfortunately Ivor was nowhere to be seen.
Race photos by Andrew Thrippleton.
Race preview from mudsweatandtears.
In the men’s race won by Simon Deakin (Leeds City) in 32.42, for OAC John Armitstead finished 114th (41.57), Peter Kettleborough 120th (42.14), Billy Rayner 177th (49.31), Tom Hannah 181st (51.01), Reid Haddow 182nd (51.38), Don Buffham 190th (56.07) and Antonio Cardinale 193rd (69.28).
Report from OAC’s Tom Potter:
“Three OAC members competed in this morning’s Park Run Bradford.
It was a first at this particular venue for myself and Liam and we both agreed that it was perhaps more enjoyable than than the Leeds version.
I was pleased to finish seventh (20.09) since this was only one second slower than my PB two weeks ago at Leeds on arguably a harder course”.
The first lady was Maree Jesson (Rugby & Northampton) who finished tenth (21.02).
Results from parkrun.
Report from OAC’s Tom Paget:
I did the Leeds Park Run this morning, complete with two children in a double-pushchair.
I was pleased to knock over one and a half minutes off my previous ‘5km double-pushchair pb’, finishing 43rd in a time of 21.18.
Unfortunately in the mad rush to get myself and two children to Leeds for 9am I forgot my barcode, so I’m down on the results as “Unknown Runner”. Nevermind.
Also fort OAC, Neil Reed finished 54th (21.48) and Debra Brown 151st (26.59).
Results from parkrun.
Catch up with the recent second Commonwealth Mountain and Ultra-distance Running Championships at Llandudno in which OAC’s Chris Carver’s helped England to a team gold medal in the 24 Hour Run.
Available for a limited time via 4oD.
Prologue – A Journey to ‘The Promised Land’
… and Moses said unto his followers, “Put on your running shoes, pack up your beds, we’re off to The Promised Land” so, here started my journey to the Amman Marathon. My first stop was Mount Nebo, where Moses spoke to his followers, pointing towards the Plains beyond Jordan. My next stop was Bethany, where Jesus was baptised. Unfortunately it was shut, so I moved on down to the Dead Sea for a traditional mud bath and float in the very salty and very buoyant water. This was an amazing experience. It was not possible to swim on my front as I kept getting flipped on to my back. Onwards to Amman, via the bustling town of Madabo, complete with Roman mosaics, the beautiful Church of St Georges and cows heads hanging in shop doorways!
Prelogue – Getting to the Marathon Start Line
The following day I got up at 4:30am for a short walk to the race start at 6:00am. However the reality was….
Mad panic, as I realised that we had to meet somewhere out of town, to be bused back to the start line. I tried to hail a taxi in street but two taxis arrived at the same time and the drivers proceeded to fight each other for the business.
I climbed in to the winner’s taxi but he did not speak English. He then took us neither to the assembly point nor the race start but to somewhere entirely different and quite random. Finally, we directed him to the assembly point using Blackberry GPS.
We arrived at the assembly point but it was deadly quiet. The few passers-by did not speak English but we were directed to a nearby park, where pop music was being played very very loudly. By sign-language and an Englishman’s default in a foreign country of shouting louder and louder, we eventually realised that we had been directed to the start of the 10km.
I hopped on the back of a passing quad bike – the driver had something to do with the race but I have no idea what. I ended up back at the assembly point and grabbed a lift with a very friendly local, who drove like a man possessed, to get us to the start line. Thwarted with about 5km to go due to police roadblocks and soldiers who would not let us pass, I got out of the car.
I then waved down a passing police truck which gave us a lift to within 2km of the start. By now it was about ten minutes after the start of the race and runners were starting to go past us in the opposite direction.
Spent the next ten minutes running in the opposite direction to the other runners who continuously pointed out that we were running in the wrong direction. Stopped by officials who said we could not run in the wrong direction. Why would this be? We ignored the officials, who could not catch us.
Arrived at the start line about 20 minutes late, set watches and set off in hot pursuit of the rest of the field!
The race was four laps of the town, running through the main markets. This was fine on the first lap, as the roads were closed to traffic, and there were police at every 20m or so and everything was very orderly.
However, things started to degenerate gradually as the race unfolded. My target time had been somewhere around 4:00 to 4:30 hours and at the end of the first lap I was feeling good and on target.
On the second lap the market started to become alive and groups of children started to run alongside me.
They were friendly for the most part but they were also practicing their English on me – mostly swear words and other words that I did not understand. The field of just over 175 runners were well spread out by now and I felt very self-conscious in the market, particularly in my shorts and singlet.
On the third lap I began to fade as the walls of market folk started to encroach on the road and the police were powerless to stop them getting in the way. It then became virtually impossible to run properly as the Marathon field of 175 were joined by just over 5,000 10km runners and walkers – these were mainly kids, out for a laugh, cue more English practice.
On the last lap the kids began to thin out but the market was now in full swing, the police had all gone home and I was left to fend for myself. This youtube video clip here should give a good idea of what I had to get through, with men carrying half goats and more cows heads across the road.
By now I was pretty much a spent running force and I just had to endure to the end.
There was no water on the last lap, probably all drunk by the kids, but there were still banana stops at the turn-around points. I must have looked quite a state, because at one point someone jumped out of the crowd, grabbed me by the shoulder and asked me “How age are you?”. When I responded that I felt like 100, he gave me a friendly smile, a thumbs-up sign and cheered me on my way
At the end, the finishing judges had all gone, and whilst there was water, it had to be paid for, and guess what? – I had not thought of carrying any money in my race shorts. So, while I distracted the water sellers, a fellow competitor swiped a couple of bottles of water. I probably now have a Jordan criminal record. The race finished in a Roman amphitheatre which was very spectacular but by now full of 5,000 children.
In the end only 83 of the starting 175 Marathon runners actually finished – I wonder why? One of the runners who had pulled out after three laps insisted that I took his medal (because the medal giver-outers had also gone home) and he felt that he did not deserve it as much as me. Funny, I don’t usually value race medals but I will treasure this one.
My race time, is of no real consequence. All that matters is that I finished and that I took a few minutes off my Riyadh Marathon time.
Would I do this race again….? You bet I would.