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South Shields parkrun, The Leas, Saturday, April 20, 2013

Adam Walker

Karin and I arrived to beautiful weather conditions on the coast and a spectacular view. From a deserted promenade at 8.25 to swarms of runners at 8.45, this looked like it was going to be big. I had originally target this as a PB attempt but rumours of it being ‘deceptively undulating’ and open to wind were putting severe doubts in my mind.

Adam legging it to another PB ...
photo courtesy and © Mick Durnion

1st Mile: Along the promenade, in third place, and onto the coastal paths, lost a place by taking the wrong side of a barrier before a left hand turn onto the coastal path but quickly made up ground to move into second place. The only major hill in the race then followed, drove the arms, job’s a good’un. 1m – 5:37(5:37/m) – 94cal – 10.68/13.75mph

2nd Mile: 10s gap between 1st ahead of me and 10 second gap behind, was even thinking about my foot at the moment, no pain whatsoever. Still going ok, feeling the legs a big more but manage to drag out a decent mile split. I wish I’d looked left at this point to the wonderful views of the sun reflecting on the sea, might have taken my mine off my legs. 1m – 5:48(5:48/m) – 94cal – 10.34/13.99mph

3rd Mile: The last mile of the great north run, fast, flat and an even tarmac surface. I’d been looking forward to this bit to power down this final straight, but the energy wasn’t in the legs. I used to do mile race’s along this stretch with NE fetchies with my best time standing at 5.32, I wasn’t too far off that. 3) 1m – 5:38(5:38/m) – 94cal – 10.64/13.1mph

Last 0.12: No one chasing me down and not possible to catch 1st place with these legs. 4) 0.12m – 37(5:13/m) – 11cal – 11.5/14.34mph

Crossing the line in 17.40 by my watch, a 2 second PB! No idea how I’ve done that, but this is a lovely parkrun, the view whilst I was collapsed on the floor was lovely. On a disappointing note, this is my 5th second place finish in 5 previous attempts. The only way is up though.

Louise looked strong coming in not too far away from her PB on a day when heat made the work a bit harder, despite the lovely course and cracking views. Other runners were Kevin, Mark, Alister, Geoff, Susan, Stan, Dave and Karin. Apologies to anyone I’ve missed out, but everyone seemed to enjoy what was an awesome parkrun, definitely worth a visit.

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North Tyneside 10K, Saturday, March 30, 2013

Adam Walker

This was the 3rd time I have run this race, the first year in 44.30, then a 6 minute PB the next year to 38.50, and this years goal is sub 36, but NT10k isn’t the flattest, and I’m hoping to be fitter towards the end of the year, so knocking 1 minute off seemed like a sensible aim, sub 37 has a nice ring to it as well.

After arriving with Greta and Mike there was plenty time to use the baggage bus and to chat to a good turn out of striders, its always pretty crowded in the parks sports centre, 1600 people at the start, the 3rd biggest race in the NE. With 10 minutes to go I thought I’d go for a jog around and some strides to warm up, it was 2 degrees and I had felt my hamstrings being a little tight the day before, not wanting to start with cold muscles I didn’t stop moving until a minute before the race. On the startline I spotted a rival… second in the harrier league but I’d beaten him over the past two races … there’s a target.

Race plan: The first mile is downhill, and fast. I thought that there was no point trying to slow myself down on that trying to evenly pace all the race as the next mile after is uphill, and I’d probably use up more energy trying to slow myself down. The mile after would be the slowest and then trying to keep 5.57 minute miles for the rest of the race until the last mile where I would wind it up until I unleash my inner Jamaican.

1st Mile: Keeping calm and not heading off with the leaders, but taking good advantage of the downhill. 1m – 5:38(5:38/m) – 92cal – 10.64/16.19mph

2nd mile: Onto the quayside, Gareth passes me looking very strong and moves away from me quickly. I’m by myself now, so its a good thing there isn’t a strong wind otherwise I’d be moving no where. Right turn up to the hill that I’d been mentally preparing myself for for the previous mile, driving the arms and legs, catching a few people who were originally way ahead. A short down hill to the second, bigger hill and the same situation there, catching people and still feeling great. 1m – 6:07(6:07/m) – 94cal – 9.82/12.47mph

3rd mile: A slow second mile, but onto the flat(ish) now and time to start hitting those 5.57 minute miles. Or so I thought, a couple checks of my garmin tells me that I just can’t manage to get up to speed, or below 6 minute miles, at this point the sub 37 was gone. 1m – 6:08(6:08/m) – 92cal – 9.79/11.82mph

4th mile: I spot a sedgefield harriers vest in the distance which I believed to be a friend from parkrun. “Right” I thought, “there’s a target, go get it”. Over this mile, every turn he and his pack slowed on and every hill where he lost pace, I kept going, gaining ground until finally I’m behind. A quick “alright big man” to let him know its me, and now we can push on together, all 5 of us in this pack, now we can start dipping under the 6 minutes. 1m – 6:08(6:08/m) – 93cal – 9.78/12.41mph

5th mile: The pace feels like its upped, i start to develop a stitch-like pain in my left collar bone area which becomes worrying, but after this mile I seem to forget about it. Still not ideal pace but it’s an improvement. 5) 1m – 6:04(6:04/m) – 93cal – 9.88/12.32mph

6th mile: Ok, its go time. Although there was still a mile and a bit to go, I think I have the stamina to start winding it up from now, as we hit the long straight before the turn off to the finishing 100m. Only one guy from the pack follows me, and unfortunately its not my pal. But I’m glad there’s someone to push me along, he’s really picking up the pace, and thankfully so do I. 1m – 5:55(5:55/m) – 93cal – 10.15/12.62mph

Last 0.22 of a mile: We overtake a fast lady, and two struggling runners, before turning the corner to lots of supporting strider’s cheers, finishing straight now. I look at my garmin, it says 36.50, I have no idea how it was that low at that moment as I hadn’t done the maths, but I sprint for the line, outkicking the person I was with. Unfortunately, it was at theis moment I noticed the junior I had spotted at the start, 9 seconds ahead, uncatchable at that point, but maybe if I’d spotted him a mile back…who knows… Cross the line, knackered, but Garmin says 36.58! 🙂

I suspected that would mean the gun time would be over 37, but having checked the results this morning, I am happy to confirm, it was 36.59. GET IN. 2nd junior, very almost first and 30th overall out of 1600 odd, pretty pleased. That time also puts my 23rd in the country (as a junior).

After inspecting the goody bag, unfortunately not with the yummy energy sweets like last year but with a more mile shirt and socks, I managed to see Gareth finishing just as strong as he started, under 38 minutes and in the top 50 also. Graeme and paul also having great runs and Richard Hockin storming in!

Other striders had great runs, many PB’s and overall we were a pretty smiley bunch afterwards 🙂

Had a lovely McDonalds to celebrate, before heading off to work. But the magical time will be SMASHED this sunday at blyth valley 10k, just you watch.


Pos Name Club Cat Pos Time
1 HUDSPITH, Ian Morpeth Harriers MV40 30:25
6 DIXON, Alyson Sunderland Strollers F 1 34:03
30 WALKER, Adam M 36:59
50 PRITCHARD, Gareth M 37:52
186 WALTON, Graeme MV40 41:59
292 PASCOE, Paul MV40 44:02
339 HOCKIN, Richard MV60 45:03
525 FORD, Brian MV45 48:37
726 JONES, Greta FV45 51:35
733 PRESTON, Katherine FV40 51:40
761 SPENCE, David MV65 52:07
837 HUDSON, Melanie Louise FV35 53:16
844 ROBSON, Dave MV60 53:25
895 BEAL, Paul MV50 54:06
906 BARROW, Louise F 54:14
925 TINDALE, Victoria FV35 54:32
1135 BROOKS, Peter MV40 58:15
1145 FORD, Jill FV45 58:23
1274 ELLIOTT, Mike MV65 60:45
1275 JENNINGS, Sue FV45 60:46
1281 BROOKS, Lindsey FV40 60:51
1334 CLARK, Robert M 62:40

1611 finishers.
Men’s teams: 18th, 44th & 57th out of 58
Women’s teams: 20th & 30th out of 32

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English Schools XC, Catton Hall, Derbyshire, Saturday, March 16, 2013

Adam Walker

Many of you may know that one of my main goals for 2013 was to qualify for the English Schools XC champs, which I managed to, JUST qualifying 8th out of 8 for team Durham with 8th place at Meadowfield and 6th at Guisborough, both had to be desperately fought for.

He ran it for us! Good to see the mud levels haven't receded three weeks later ... I had collected the team Durham kit, a purple vest with a diagonal yellow stripe and split shorts of the same pattern. Controversially, we were not allowed tights or showing shorts underneath, which I was pretty gutted about, I always wear some black compression shorts, and hate running in anything non-wicking. But either way, the Durham vest would be worn with pride.

A team coach would be picking up all 40 of the team at various points around the county, take us to a hotel near the course in south Derbyshire where we would stay the night before taking us to the course where the coach would be our team base.

The journey down was great, I already knew a couple of faces from parkrun and cross countries, and I sat next to Jordan Bell, great rival and good friend, and the banter going full flow all the way down. I think I must of been talking about McDonalds a lot as they seemed to understand my excitement when we stopped at a services with a McDonalds.

We arrived at the hotel, a Holiday Inn Express and agreed to get a good nights sleep, seemed sensible, and after all, we were here to race.

The next morning, a full English breakfast perked the majority of us up, before heading to Catton Park! We arrived as the first team there! This wasn’t really surprising seeing as the first race was at 12.30 and we arrived at 9… but at least we could pick the best spot for the coach! Or not… we were told the coach wasn’t allowed on site like last year and it would have to be parked in a coach park a long way away. Great, no tent, no shelter. But I had brought my trusty camping stool, which everyone thought was genius, I agreed.

After walking the course, I concluded that 15mm spikes was DEFINITELY the right decision, it was raining and already muddy enough to slip with trail shoes on just from people walking the course, never mind after nearly 2000 people run multiple laps on it! Talking of the course, there was one sharp hill, one gradual hill, one gradual descent and one sharp descent, I would run all of these twice as well as 2 500m ish small laps right at the start.

After waiting around for ages, watching many other races cheering on team Durham, we had a 4th place in intermediate girls! The intermediate boys race had many of my friends running in so I watched that before going over to warm up during the senior girls race, where someone I train at Harriers with managed to finish high up

Our race was delayed until 3.30, which allowed a very long warm up with the lads. I should explain that the race was set up into pens, like the nationals, but each county (out of 45) only had room for one runner actually on the start line, the rest were lined up in single file behind in order of how likely they were to do well. I, as I qualified 8th, was at the back. I should also explain my race plan, in previous races I noticed many were starting off quicker as they were not used to the high standard and this consequently ruined their race as they basically crawled the second half of the race. So, simple tactic, start steady and build it up.

BANG, the gun goes, lots of pushing and elbowing and I find myself LAST, yes 315th! Well for a few moments.

The two small laps, about 1k: Keeping it steady, keeping the hill at the end of this section in my mind, its enough to put lactic acid in my legs for the rest of the race if I’m not fresh for it. Just keeping the pace steady and gradually making my way through the field. At the end of the first lap I hear ‘go Adam woooo!’, and I see Shannon, a soon to be Strider cheering as she is down to support her two sisters 🙂 a quick fist pump and back to the task at hand.

The first large lap, about two miles: Slow down before the hill as I’m dreading it, I’ve never been a hill runner. I attack it, driving the arms, and to my surprise, I power up it, overtaking lots of strugglers as I go. Grip was ok, and as the ground just about levels out I’ve climbed about 10 places at least. Down the descent passing the 7th qualified Durham runner who looks to be struggling already. Through a bog, (taped shoes this time 😉 ) and onto a flattish section, but the amount of mud means I can’t take advantage of this like I usually do. Around the sharp bend, to my surprise, I come across Jordan Bell! He slips but just about stays upright as I pass, “Come on Jordan” trying to get him to drag me round, I know if we go around as a pair we’ll rip this field apart, but he doesn’t follow. A big shock, Jordan qualified 4th for Durham, and at the moment he’s not even a counter. Up a slight incline, condition underfoot still sapping energy, and I spot another Durham vest, its the other Durham Harrier that qualified, I set him as a target and overtake him just before the downhill taking advantage of the rare opportunity for speed to gain some distance, now in 5th position for Durham! Blinkin’ eck.

Second Large Lap: Ok, now, I have plenty of energy left but the legs are starting to burn a bit, I can’t get ahead of myself, I still have the sharp hill to negotiate. Same as before, but this time gaining some speed in the build up to it, drive the arms, drive the legs, and don’t stop till you get to the top, yet again it’s over in no time, another 10 or so places taken. Pick up the pace a little, overtaking people that look like they need an ambulance. Up ahead I see Adrian Bailes, who qualified 3rd for Durham, I come up alongside him on the 180 degree turn, through the stream and start to kick slightly, forgetting that Adrian is an absolute tank, and he starts to wind it up, leaving me behind, but still feeling strong. Fly downhill, hearing one of the Durham lads shout 200 to go, he might as well have fired a starting pistol. The legs were burning but it was sprint finish time, catch a couple of people and its over. A very hard race, but the first time in ages I’ve paced something right, very VERY pleased with how it went

25.31 was my chip time, and 215th my overall position out of 308 finishers, 5th counter for Durham. Not half bad

A knackered congratulations to team mates, some of them upset, one of them in tears, he had a chance of a team GB spot, and was in position to get one before a stitch, Jordan also looks gutted. But I’m happy 🙂

Very quickly getting changed and then a long wait for the bus. The crack on the bus back was AWESOME, everyone knew everyone so much more, summed up a great day out.

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Hackworth parkrun, Shildon, Saturday, March 9, 2013

Adam Walker

The inaugural running of Shildon parkrun in Hackworth Park. Thought I might as well have a PB blast as it looked pretty fast apart from a couple of sharp turns. I forgot to take into account the fact that google maps doesn’t show any inclines. It looked steep, and there was a section on grass I forgot to think about, plus, it was wet underfoot already and the rain was still falling. My hopes of a first place (and a course record 😉 ) were shattered when I recognised Jason Allison, who has always been faster than me, and is flying at the moment, oh well. We jogged one lap of the three lap course to warm up, first impresions were, the hill will be hard but I can use the downhill to make up time, but not looking forward to the slippy grass section :/

Bravely opt for just the club vest and shorts, (brrr) and off we go! 1st lap: Settle just behind Jason, through the sharp turns in the childrens playpark, where he gains a couple of metres, but going up the hill I close the gap again. I’ve been doing alot of hillwork recently, think I have had the technique drilled into me millions of times by coaches! But on the downhill Jason stretches away, never to be seen again for the rest of the race. On the grass section, trying not to slip but failing, manage to stay on my feet though, and take the U turn at the end very slow. About 10m ahead of 3rd place. 5.45 mile split.

2nd lap: Still feeling okay at this point, and although i don’t notice any drop in pace, I slow down by half a minute, not good pacing at all. 6.14 split.

3rd lap: Lapping people isn’t as much as a problem as I first thought, easy enough to get past without any accidental barging. Into the children’s play park with the two sharp turns, into the second one too fast and suddenly BANG I’m on the floor. I can’t remember much about what I was thinking, I can just remember that I fell over and someone asking if I was ok, I think I managed a ‘yeahthanks’ but I thought that was it. Into the hill, 3rd place now not so far behind, powering up it, driving the arms, and flying down the downhill (wheeeeee). Quick check over the shoulder and he is still there, ooh eck. I try to push on over the slippy grass but I have to take the final corner slow, I don’t want another fall. Now a lovely tarmacced straight path to the finish, about 500m. I thought the finish was closer that it was, and kicked, waaaay too early. Completely dieing at this point but managed to get there in second place. 6.14 split. Disgustingly bad pacing.

A bit disorientated and almost unable to see the person handing out tokens, and it took me a while to access my barcode! I couldn’t thank the volunteers as normal as I just couldn’t speak, I hope I did later, I can’t remember. But I just sat on the wet floor, trying to wipe the mud off my legs, only it wasn’t mud, it was blood from the fall great. It was stinging a bit, but I think i was just in a racing mindframe during the race and couldn’t feel it, good, I probably wouldn’t have been mentally strong enough to keep going. Walking back to the car to get some more clothes on, I passed Alister and Bill finishing, way too smiley to have just run up the hill 3 times, both marks and kevin also looking strong. Mike had volunteered to tailrun and motivated a runner round for her first parkrun and his 106th.

I will now move on to the more important parkrun analysis. Afterwards, we headed to the ‘square cafe’ which I can confirm, do great value bacon sandwiches and hot chocolates. In summary, great parkrun, but if you are going for the 110% effort approach, be prepared to collapse at the end, it’s a killer, also don’t be silly like me and take the corners fast, it’s really not worth it.

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Brampton to Carlisle, Sunday, November 18, 2012

Adam Walker

Now normally, I’m not very good at the long stuff, and as I was wanting to concentrate on the short stuff, I was kind of regretting entering this race. Got the club bus down bright and early (for a teenager) and arrived at the startline. Usual procedure, baggage bus, stabbing myself with safety pin and jumping up and down to keep warm. Was a bit busy, 600 runners packed into a small school, but it was manageable.

My prep for this race wasn’t the best, decided to try and run 19 minute pace for parkrun yesterday as that’s normally a bit faster than the winning time when XC is on, but there was a faster runner and got a bit carried away up until 3k when I let him go, 18.28, 2nd place. Had a small breakfast early on on race day morning, the race started at 11.30, running through my normal lunchtime, and I’d forgotten the race gels I got for my birthday (this would be a rare time that I’d get to use them, I don’t do long stuff). Also, I didn’t really have time to warm up, just jogged on the spot at the startline.

THE BIG PLAN: right, as I’ve never run this distance on purpose before, only accidentally in training where I’d gone to run 8 and got lost, doing about 11, I decided to start out easier that normal, 7 minute miles, then making my way down to 6mm as I get further through the race. Bearing in mind, the last races over 5k I’ve done I’ve broken my mile PB in the first mile, this is alien to me. I’d been told if I’m fine at 10k, I’ve cracked it.

1st mile: 5.55. Whoops, guess the plan’s out the window then. Had a bit crack on with this bloke about how he’s doing 1 hour 5ish, there’s a guy to stick with. He then shoots off. I don’t want to start individual races with people that would feck my pacing up so I don’t follow.

2nd mile: 6.04. Right, new plan, this pace doesn’t feel too hard, try and stick under 6.30 for mile pace and that should bring me in under 1 hour 5, sorted.

3rd mile: 6.18. Biggest hill of the race, overtake about 5 people that are struggling, including the guy who I cracked on with, lets call him stripeman (club vest colours).

4th mile: 6.21. Off the main road, onto country roads. Stripeman overtakes me, once again I don’t follow. Water station, I take a slurp, no one else seems too. I normally crack my teeth off the bottle, seems like I have perfected the art. Starts to drizzle a bit, then stops after a minute or so.

5th mile: 6.21. Halfway, all is ok. I’m not even close to being out of breath but its my legs that are letting me down, they’re tired and are like concrete. Have to shout to warn people of cars coming past, no one else seems to have any care for the car or other racers safety, howay guys, I’m talking too much here, do your bit.

6th mile: 6.27. Through a village or something, not sure, too busy watching the clock as I go through 10K, as I pass the 10K marker… 38.49,1 SECOND PB! yesss! considering it was at 10 mile pace and I didn’t speed up it shoes improvement! Apart from the 10 metres beforehand, shouting YESS, then returning to normal pace, runners around me an spectators looked a bit confused.

7th Mile: 6.27. Feeling fresh enough at this people for a bit of this. Would buy the photo if it wasn’t £10. But you can’t beat a bit of aeroplaneing, need a haircut though. Another water station, choose not to drink on this one.

8th Mile: 6.24. In a group of four other guys, its a bit windy, decide to shelter behind them, they’re big lads, if I sheltered them they wouldn’t get much cover, might as well. One guy trys to make a break for it, I’m well past the 10k mark, I’m still feeling great cardiovascularly, screw this, I’m going with him.

9th mile: 6.14. Right, this guy’s struggling, time to move onto the next guy. And then the next guy, and then the next guy, and then the next girl, stick with her for a bit… Spot a guy up ahead that finished just behind me at the bridges of the tyne 5 mile race, I can’t let it be 1-1 !

10th mile: 6.00. Pass the guy I know, he recognises me, and tries to stick with me but I have far too much left, the next past is the only other noticable hill, many others complained about this bit, I think I overtook 6 people on it! Now a bit of a downhill, absolutely pelt it down here, lots of spectators, but still can’t see the finish, overtake another two, turn a sharp bend and it is about 20 metres ahead of me, sprint this bit at 100m pace and DONE.

Nice paperweight memento. I’ll put it in minutes form so it sounds faster … 62.39! OOSH! over the moon with that time, and thinking back, I REALLY enjoyed this race! considering long stuff isn’t normally my forte, or is it? It gives me a 74.24 percentage age grade, which is alot more than I thought. I’ll definitely stick to 5K’s as the main concentration, but this has given me so much more confidence for future longer ones. I definitely could have kept the pace up for another 3.1 miles …

Wait at the end of the finishing funnel with my very snazzy paperweight momento (looks a lot better than it sounds, 3D runners inside) to chat with the bloke I recognised, I think I had a longer distance rival now, oh dear. Find an Elvet Etriders cheering point and start to shout at all the people I know. Graham was in shortly after me and Anna was the first lady Strider back. An honourable mentions goes to Andy James, who had a cracking run, and thanks to Andy for organising the bus. The majority of striders PB’d on a lovely flat course.

After everyone is in, and changed, we all board the club bus and head to Gisland Spa Hotel, about 15 minutes away for a carvery that they kept open just for all 40 of us, what nice people. Opted for the 3 courses, of course, everything tastes so good. Don’t know if its because I haven’t eaten for 7 hours, or if its actually good but enjoyed it nevertheless, good club social too.

A sleepy coach journey home with the Striders gang and home. An awesome day.

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Raby Castle 10K, Sunday, May 27, 2012

Grand Prix Race - click flag for current league tables. Sprint Champion Race - click flag for more information.

Adam Walker

Grand Prix Race. Sprint Champion Race. I have run the 5k fun fun two times in previous years, and my memory is filled with blazing heat, an undulating course and injury ridden runs, so running two laps rather than just the one this year didn’t really fill me with anticipation, especially arriving to 25 degree heat. Was picked up by the lovely Phil and Anna, picking up Mary and Fiona on the way to eventually meet up with around 30 other Striders to form a sea of purple over Raby.

After burning in the sun for a while we all headed over to the start line, further back from the front than I would usually start with a specific race plan in mind – I didn’t want to go off hard, a negative split, not exerting myself for the first 9k then finish fast with a last 1k sprint. Just before the word go, a very elite looking runner sprinted to the startline and asked if he could tie his lace, just as well we waited for him as this was Yared Hagos, a man who has set out to break all of the course records in the region, who shot off and ended up breaking the record by over a minute, 4 minutes ahead of the second place, wow. Originally set off with Neil Sleeman, but it only took me 200m to realise that he was way too fast for my plan, or for me in general. I’d heard about the first hill being the worst and can kind of remember it being bad, thankfully, with it being the first time around I was fresh enough to smile for the evilly placed photography of Phil at the peak.

You what, Phil?

Shooting down the downhill straight after the hill of death, trying to catch someone who looked my age up ahead, sandwiched in between beautiful views from all directions I started to appreciate all the things I couldn’t appreciate last time because of injury, cursing and limping, I really liked this. Although there was a small hill that you meet at the bottom of the downhill, once the first 2k of each loop is over you can coast down a straight lane which was either slightly downhill or had a tailwind, either way it felt a lot easier than it should be. The sheltering of trees was then next to be appreciated, relieving you of the heat with an instant cooling feeling, and it kind of lulls you into a false sense of ‘oh this isn’t so bad’ before sneakily leading you onto the last little hill of the loop. However, I don’t think the course was that bad ascent-wise, once you’ve conquered that hill its only 1k of a downhill finish left, or 6k of the loop that you just enjoyed.

The second lap was pretty much just as good, passing an old running friend on a water station, despite not being able to actually drink the water, and being evilly snapped by Phil once again, this time covered in water after a failed attempt at hydration. Second time on the big hill was problem-free, the junior-looking person had caught up to me but would soon drop off the pace after the downhill, the pack I was in had now broken up leaving me to pace myself, which is something I’m not good at, decided to kick on a bit and catch a few in front of me, took me a while to catch anyone, but found and caught a few coming up the last hill.

Yusuf, looking far too cool on a hot day ... I LOVED the last km, had enough energy to plough on, coming past much appreciated support from Dave and Sam and friends from parkrun, which other spectators then caught on, shouting my name, despite the fact they had no idea who I was – I know you’ll never see this but thank you – held off some fast finishers behind me to finish in 40.55, which I was more than pleased with, 19th place and 1st junior, no age category prize, but it was a moral victory 🙂 I was handed a lovely race mug by a very smiley marshal team and went off in search of a spectator spot.

Found one just in time to see Simon Gardner and Fiona Shenton finishing together, very well done to Fiona for not only winning her age category but on coming 2nd lady! Jan Young also won her age category, good prize haul for the striders team 🙂 Also a PB for Pippa, which on a hilly course in overheated conditions is superb!

Although I thought the run was lovely, I have been known to enjoy the food aspect of races, caterpiller cake, pringles and pork pies galore, perfect way to finish a hard day’s running!


Pos Name Club Cat Pos Time
1 Yared Hagos Wallsend M 30.16
11 Neil Sleeman M35 39.09
13 Aiveen Fox DCH F 39.23
19 Adam Walker MJun 40.55
46 Simon Gardner M40 44.11
47 Fiona Shenton F50 44.15
51 Alister Robson M40 44.41
76 Stephen Garbutt M40 46.38
94 Paul Pascoe M40 48.02
110 John Hutchinson M55 49.03
114 Andrew Thompson M 49.16
125 Ian Spencer M50 49.47
144 Stephanie Barlow F35 51.14
156 Jane Ives F40 51.52
161 Yusuf Kuruner M 52.08
168 Rachael Bullock F 52.51
169 Jan Young F55 52.52
170 Kevin Williams M35 52.59
174 Lindsay Tarn F 53.13
176 Jean Bradley F55 53.26
198 Camilla Lauren-Maatta F35 54.53
201 Melanie Hudson F 54.56
202 Dave Robson M60 54.56
209 George Nicholson M60 55.42
211 Jacquie Robson F35 55.53
214 Barbara Dick F40 56.01
253 Karen Chalkley F50 59.08
263 Anita Clementson F40 60.26
291 Denise Mason F 63.08
299 Joanne Richardson F35 63.42
305 Mary Douglass Soon-to-be Strider! F 64.26
311 Emma Detchon F45 65.24
330 Philippa Kay Coffer F 68.16
335 Mike Elliott M65 69.21
338 Margaret Thompson F60 69.59

360 finishers

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