A bit late with this one, but would you believe that it has taken this length of time for the results to appear. Anyway, Chris Smale had a great race to finish in 2nd place, only thirty seconds behind race winner, Gaz Pemberton from Wharfedale. Not bad for a V50.
Lucas Payne was over in the Isle of Wight and he turned out for the local Park Run. It was very hot and quite a convoluted hilly course, but he says that the organisation was very impressive with places for kit, car keys etc.
4 Lucas Payne 19:05
The senior race was split into and A and a B race. In the A race Jacob Boyle finished 4th in a super fast race. GB international Jonny Mellor came home 1st in 14.27. Jacob was 1st Barlicker in 15.34. Julian Hood had a solid run finishing with a Time of 16.22.
In the B race race Andrew Chew finished 2nd behind Martin Hall of Otley AC. Rachel Villiers ran another PB and is coming ever closer to running sub 19:00.
Report by Terry Lonergan
I generally do a gentle 3 miler the day before a race. Yesterday, as more hardy folk, prepared to battle up the Weets as the rain continued the lash down, I shuffled along the sodden canal at a pace well over 10 minute per mile; thinking tomorrow at the CATFORTH 10k I'll need to be doing 2 minutes per mile better!
The only person I saw gave me no encouragement. Merely, saying, "Take it easy, old timer!" Cheeky bugger, I thought.
As long as you're prepared to put a number on a vest and the adrenaline kicks in "taking it easy" is not really an option, is it? We chase times, some even PBs, or on day's like today we combat the elements and chase fast starters from half way.
Report by Stephen Chew
Twenty three hardy souls made the trip North, on the Barlick bus, to one of the toughest midweek races on the calendar. Plus Paul Elcock, John Boothman and Katie Towers drove up themselves. The first incident of note was the smells emanating from the bowels of Bob Jackson's hound. The wall of Pedigree chum like smells was incessant. As we drew close Jock was given the task of looking after the beast. Then it had a s*#t. Screw thrust a dog bag into the big man's hand and told him to take care of his responsibilities. Jock did, only the bag didn't meaning his chubby fingers pierced through and went straight into it. Oh dear, I've not seen someone feel as sorry for themselves since Pete Jackson DNF'd at Widdop after 100 yards.