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Coledale Horseshoe, Briathwaite Village, Lake District, Saturday, April 6, 2019

AM 8.5miles, 3002ft

Nina Mason

Coach checking on my performance and offering gentle, maternal encouragement heading up to Barrow

A traditional Lakeland ‘horseshoe’ round Coledale from Braithwaite Lodge, taking in Grisedale Pike, Crag Hill, and Barrow. As the race map describes it: ‘a superb race with a monster climb at the start, a bit of scrambling in the middle, and a lovely grassy descent to finish’.

This was my first race in the Lakes. Despite other fell races I’ve done, I was very nervous. Mum and I had recce’d the route in fairly wintry conditions a couple of months ago, so I knew what to expect in terms of terrain.

Saturday’s forecast looked good, and when I arrived at Braithwaite (early, to see Mum and Tony at the campsite where they were staying) the day promised to be glorious – sun, clear blue skies, no wind.

The conditions were indeed, I felt, perfect for running. I collected my number (the race was pre-registration only) from the tent in the start/finish field, eyeing up groups of distinctly lean, fit-looking, ‘proper’ fell-runners, while my ‘imposter syndrome’ busily started kicking in. Pre-race nerves were settled a little by bumping into Jack, and then a solitary warm-up.

Then we were off – 300+ runners – through the village to the bottom of the hill and the path leading to Grisedale Pike (cp1). This is, indeed, a decent climb, alleviated briefly by a couple of short flatter sections, and a rocky section nearer the top.

The first climb to a Grisedale Pike, viewed from Barrow on full camera zoom. Spot the Strider vest (made easier as I’m passing a big arrow painted on the grass)

Once I got into my rhythm I felt strong, passing lots of runners (where I was in the field, all of us walking, of course, at this point). It was incredibly hot work – no breeze, and the sun felt very warm. Every time the ascent became less steep I made myself run. I was surprised to pass Jack near the top (he admitted afterwards he had set off a bit too fast) and then we were up at the cairn at Grisedale summit.

A spread of runners all the way across the top, as well as heading along the path in the foreground

From cp1 there is a glorious section of mainly downhill to the Hause, before the cold, wet, slippery Eel Crag – on all fours up here, scrabbling up the rocks Gollum-like, passing some of the bigger guys as I think my (lack of) size advantage told. The views I am told were wonderful…I was too busy looking where I was placing hands and feet.

There was a bit of snow on the tops, a mix of melting slush and some shallow patches. I was so thirsty up here I scooped a handful of snow to suck (yes, yes, only the white snow).

Once up the rocks, it is a very gradual incline to cp2 at the trig point on Crag Hill. I had a slight moment of panic as I tried to run and my legs disobeyed – they were feeling the last steep climb and though they didn’t ache I could barely lift my knees. I managed a fairly undignified shuffle to the trig (though to be fair, the runners around me appeared to be feeling the same).

Then as soon as the gradient changed I was away again, legs obeying, more wonderful downhill, clambering over rocks, another small pull up to Sail (the contour path is out of bounds due to erosion), then springy turf down to Sail Pass, really letting go down here.

Jack looking strong on the last section up to Barrow

From there, gradual descending and a bit of pace, pretty much all the way except for the last short climb up to Barrow (cp3). Mum and Tony were there, surprised at me being about 15 minutes ahead of my expected schedule and cheering me on. From there I pushed on, eye-watering hard (for me!) catching at least half a dozen runners on the final downhill, determined no one was going to pass me (no one did) and into the field to finish. Those at the ‘sharp end’ were already on their third mug of tea when I arrived back, looking as though they were ready to go round again (which no doubt they could). Good to see Jack at the end and compare notes.

This is a great little race – I realise we were very lucky with the weather on the day, but as a first venture into Lakeland running the route is relatively straight-forward (as the pre-race briefing advised us ‘if you feel the need to turn right you are going the wrong way’), it was well-organised, and there was a tent full of tea, coffee, sandwiches and cakes afterwards. Not to mention the views. Which I didn’t fully appreciate until sat basking in the sun afterwards.

I really enjoyed my race; a great day out, very pleased with how I felt, and looking forward to my next venture to the Lakes.


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Tour de Helvellyn: A Tale of Two Spectators, Lake District, Saturday, December 15, 2018

Our route: 17 miles, a few thousand ft of ascent, 3 coffee shops, 30 miles bus travel

Nina Mason

It was Brownies that taught me to always carry emergency money. The 2p piece for the telephone box has now been replaced by my credit card, a crumpled fiver, and my phone….and I was glad of the 40-yr old lesson last Saturday.

I’d heard about the Tour a couple of years ago, but it wasn’t until this year that I’d thought it might be achievable for me to complete. I want to enter the race in 2019, giving me time to build up the mileage required, practise navigation, running in the dark etc. Having done an out-and-back recce of the first and last 12 miles of the route, I wanted to recce the ‘loop’ at the end of this ‘stick’, parking at Patterdale and following the course round Helvellyn

And what better day to do it? On the day of the race itself, with Mum for company, at an easy jog/walk pace, experiencing the weather the competitors would get. I’d checked the forecast and we knew it would be a tough day out, so kitted up with everything we needed. We would go in the opposite direction to the runners and hoped to surprise the hardy group of Striders that were competing (Aaron, Elaine, Geoff, Juliet, and Patricia) with chocolate and jelly babies half way up a hill. I’d worked out their approximate split times, aiming to bump into them between their checkpoints 3 and 4, probably on our way up to Sticks Pass.

Well, that was the plan…..

The day started well. Up at 4.30, drive and park up at Patterdale. Then a 7 am start up to Grisedale Tarn. In hindsight, this was the best bit of the day. Despite the freezing temperature and a bit of breeze, we soon got warmed up, jog-walking up the track, head torches on. It was pitch dark when we set off, and the mountains slowly appeared around us as we headed up the hill – a stunning experience that I will never forget.

It was quite breezy at Grisedale Tarn but nothing we couldn’t manage, followed by a very icy (so fairly slow) descent down Raise Beck. The next section – a long forest track by the side of Thirlmere – was straightforward. We stopped briefly for second (maybe third!) breakfast, and I think we were lulled into a false sense of security by the breeze – nothing alarming – being at our backs.

We reached Stanah (the runners’ checkpoint 4) at 11 am. I’d been expecting to see runners coming towards us by now, but there was no-one visible. Maybe they were just on their way…

What happened next justified some of the precautions that we are all told to take when we head up the hills – appropriate clothing, map and compass, spare food…yes, all that of course, it goes without saying. But equally important – an ‘escape route’ and (Brownie) bus fare home.

As we headed up the steep path to Sticks Pass the wind was in our faces. After a couple of hundred metres of ascent, we were struggling. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced wind like it – literally, every step required effort and a pause to rebalance and ‘pin’ ourselves two-footed to the ground. The wind was relentless, and every now and then a stronger gust would mean we had to stand still, leaning into it, preparing to drop to the ground if it knocked us down. Whilst we were just about warm enough in our clothing, the bits of exposed skin around our eyes (the only bit showing between hat, hood, and buff) was freezing, it was so bitterly cold.

So when mum got knocked off her feet the second time by the wind (quite literally blown off her feet) we knew it was time to quit. I’ve only ever bailed out once before – in similar conditions out walking with Leigh when she was young (also in the Lakes). If I had been alone I might have continued, but I always tell Tony I’ll bring Mum home in one piece, and it just suddenly felt too dangerous – so we hunkered down, backs to the wind, and looked at our options. Back down the hill to Stanah first.

We then considered a long jog/walk back to Patterdale via the Old Coach Road and Dockray, but the mileage looked a bit much, particularly as it was starting to rain fairly heavily by now, and the wind would have been in our faces for much of it.

From there then, an easy, though long, finish to the day. Coffee shop then jogged along to Threlkeld, half hour wait; bus to Penrith, over an hour wait and two more coffee shops (pretty cold and sick by this time); bus to Patterdale, and then a drive home in appalling conditions via the A69 (the 66 unsurprisingly being shut). Home at 8 pm desperate for a shower and bed.

I think Mum enjoyed herself – the early start took a bit of convincing, but she agreed it paid off. I think she too will remember the experiences of the day. And – she had the foresight to bring her bus pass! (hmmm, I must ask if she went to Brownies….)

We found out later that the race went ahead, but a shorter route – to CP3 and back. We had missed the runners by about a mile and a half – in my opinion, the wildest, windiest mile and a half in the country that day! Well done to Aaron, Elaine, Geoff, Juliet, and Patricia on the day – we were thinking about you even if you didn’t get the shouts and sweet treats!

After a day like this, I tend to reflect. What did I learn?
I want to experience more darkness and dawns amongst the hills.
I am definitely planning to do the Tour next year.
The life-skills learned at Brownies will remain with me forever (laugh if you want, but we played a game involving the order you wash your dishes, and that also remains with me).
And I obviously have more ballast than mum.

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Sedbergh Hills fell race, Sunday, August 19, 2018

Grand Prix Race - click flag for current league tables. King/Queen of the Mountain Race - click flag for more information. AL / 22.5km / 1830m

Nina Mason

Runners emerging from the cloudA small group of Striders (Paul, Geoff, Mike and myself, with Mum (Jan) supporting) headed over to Sedbergh for this GP race. The forecast was for rain/drizzle, with very poor visibility. I hadn’t run this before, so I’d recced the route a couple of times in similar conditions, and had my checkpoint split times and bearings prepared so I didn’t have to think too hard mid-race.

After the usual pre-race warning about kit, compass and a cut-off time at check 3, we were off. The race has a gruelling start climbing up to Arant Haw (check 1), and to spice things up the cloud base was very low – at times reducing visibility to a few yards (except for the finish, I think we only emerged from it once).

After check 1, a lot more climbing, descending….repeat. The last few miles is a glorious descent from the Calf (via the ‘bump’ that is Winder) which in good visibility is fabulous running. In the race, I was just focussed on staying on the grassy path in this section, aware of wraith-like runners around me in the mist.

I felt like I executed my race plan well – I used my bearings, checked my map, stuck to the route (from what I could tell) and finished just within planned time. It was great to see Mum at checks 1 and 5, peering through the mist looking out for us all – and joking aside, the mist was so dense we really could hear her before we saw her, chatting to the hardy souls at the checkpoints.

Hello Paul!Paul had a great run – as well as his fitness, I think his experience of the course showed. Despite the three of them sprinting away from me at the start, Mike then caught and passed me at check 2, and Geoff caught and passed me twice (yes, twice) at check 2 and check 5. It seems they both ‘strayed’ from the optimum race route and I suspect ran more miles than the race advertises! Perhaps at 57p/mile they didn’t think they were getting VFM. Different conditions on the day and this would be an entirely different race. As well as a number of DNF, there were a few tumbles – with poor Mike cracking his ribs (and then having to drive us home too….thank you, get well soon!)

This is without doubt one of the toughest races I have done up to now – brutal climbs, steep (some un-runnable) descents, sections with no ‘escape route’, ankle-straining gradient on what look like flatter sections, and pathless wilderness between checks 3 and 4. Not to mention the weather conditions. For me, this was much harder than Swaledale or the Yomp – I’m not used to so much climbing, and I know I need to get stronger on the hills.

The pluses – all of the above 🙂! And a well organised race, the beauty of the Howgills (weather permitting), and plenty of friendly, like-minded folks to enjoy it with. Oh, and hot showers at the end at the People’s Hall – what more do you need?

Despite it being tough (or because it was?)….I loved it. Even when my legs were screaming at me to stop. Fabulous race and strongly recommended.

If you are thinking about giving this one a go, I suggest do your homework, test yourself (legs and navigation), recce, recce, recce, and be prepared for anything the weather can throw at you.

Nina and Mike at the finishGeoff, Nina, Mike and Paul.


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Swaledale Marathon, Saturday, June 9, 2018

Nina Mason

How it all started: flashback to 1995 – me and Mum coming into Reeth

17 and counting…

I ran (and walked) my first Swaledale in 1995. I was new to running and Mum (Jan) suggested we give it a go. It was hell. We did it together, and all I remember was her going on about the beautiful views, and me swearing at her a lot. A year later I was back – fitter, 3 months pregnant with Leigh, and up for it. I was hooked.

There are many great races/runs out there, and many reasons why we each have a preference. Swaledale is my firm favourite. I’ve been back most years (though a long break between 2011 and 2017) and completed it in a range of times. With a decent pottery collection now in use around the house, this year was number 17.

For anyone thinking about doing this, I would recommend it (though you may have realised by now that I am somewhat biased!) You need to be quick getting a number (they sell out fast in January), but for £21 you get a well-organised run/walk, water at all the manned checkpoints and cake and sandwiches at a couple, a hot meal at the end, a badge and pottery souvenir, lots of great views, and the chance to share the experience with other like-minded runners and walkers. You don’t usually need to use your map if the weather is good and you’ve recced the route (though be prepared to do so if needed).

This year – I wished Mum and a few other Striders luck at the start then didn’t see her again after the initial climb up to Fremington Edge. The weather was great – not too much sun, a bit of a breeze, and fairly dry underfoot. I was aiming for under 5 hours but a little worried about post-Yomp legs (only 6 days before).

One of the Swaledale ‘greats’ (Strider RotY in ‘93 and ‘99 – and stepdad – Tony Young) once wisely said ‘the race starts at Gunnerside’. It’s true. I often fade here – that climb out is tough with 16 or so miles in your legs – but when I got there, well within the planned time, I focussed on forcing myself to run at least the flats and downs (ok, jog). This year I managed to keep my pace going and passed quite a few people between there and the end. Pushing hard down the stony track into Reeth (my favourite bit of my favourite race) I finished well under target time.

Really hard work but thoroughly enjoyed the day. Good performances from the other Striders that turned out too.

The best bit for me, 22 years after her first ‘visit’, was seeing Leigh at the end and a big hug; and then (with Tony) cheering Nanny/Mum/Jan in.

I jokingly challenged Leigh to do this next year, but I think she declined. I’d be very happy to walk/jog at her pace, perhaps waxing lyrical about the glorious views…. after all, it never did me any harm.

PosTime NameClass
103.15.00Julian Simpson
R'mond & Ze
1003.28.00Amy Sarkies
803.27.00Michael MasonM
7604.24.00Matthew ArcherM
10304.37.00Nina MasonF40
21205.46.00Andrew ThompsonM
21305.46.00Jan YoungF60
42008.22.00Margaret ThompsonF60
42108.22.00Anita ClementsonF40


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Loch Ness Marathon, Sunday, September 24, 2017

Nina Mason

At the start of 2017 my resolution was to try and regain my running ‘bug’ – the last few years had seen this fade (not to mention my fitness). I needed a challenge to help me stick to any sort of training plan, so I entered the Swaledale Marathon – giving me six months to prep with the aim of getting round.

It was all going reasonably well during the spring, and I started thinking about what came after June….I needed something to keep my momentum going. We were planning a week in Scotland in September, and I spotted the Loch Ness Marathon. The only other road marathon I had done was London in 1998, and I thought it would be ‘interesting’ to give one a go. Race reports were favourable – perfect. Race entered.

Swaledale came and went and I felt like I was enjoying running again. I had this foolish idea that if I could do 23 up and down in the rain and the mud, 26 on the road couldn’t be that bad…..could it?

September arrived and found me in the Highlands. The start was beautiful, up on the hills (no sign of the Loch until about 6 miles); the first few miles downhill overall but with some ‘pulls’ (reminded me a little of Dent); the support was superb, every house and village we ran through people were out cheering, handing out sweets; and the event organisation brilliant. And yes, stunning scenery.

As for my race – torturous. A fast-ish first 6 miles (I tried unsuccessfully to slow it down); a decent half-Marathon split, then an utter slog for the next 13 miles. I don’t feel that I would have got round more quickly/easily with better pacing – more training perhaps! Do I mention I finished behind someone dressed as Nessie? But I got round (and had a fab week away).

As we all invariably do, I look back to try and benefit from any insights I may have gleaned from the whole experience:

  • if road marathons are your ‘thing’ then I heartily recommend the Loch Ness Marathon, it’s a superb event.
  • I have ultimate respect for anyone that runs this distance, in whatever time; it’s a LONG way, and a long time to ignore that little devil in your head telling you ‘just stop and the pain will end’
  • the huge blow-up Nessie, chip-timing, and a finish with crowds and a ‘proper’ clock almost won me over…..almost. But I prefer those events where despite being nowhere near the ‘sharp end’ I still have the chance of winning a bottle of wine just because of who turned up on the day!
  • long roads….not my thing. Give me so much mud it sucks at your shoes, lung-bursting, thigh-burning uphills, trying to get my breath as I fumble with a gate latch, eye-watering ‘don’t fall! don’t fall! don’t fall!’ tumbling downhill over heather, roots, bog, stone…..

So – an experience, and reaffirmed what I enjoy about running. For now, Swaledale remains my favourite race, and I may try to get some fell races in (and for now, focus on XC!). For what it’s worth, I got a new marathon PB (beat my ‘98 London time by 25 min) but I won’t be planning to better that anytime soon….not for another 19 years anyway…..

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Derwentwater Trail Race, Sunday, September 5, 2010


Dougie Nisbet

The Race

There were a bundle of Striders running in the Derwentwater Challenge and I jogged towards the Start area a few minutes before 1pm in the hope of grabbing a chat and a few photos. Unfortunately, the organisers had decided to start the challenge a few more minutes before 1pm than I had anticipated and all I saw were the receding backs of the runners as they headed up and away. So away I wandered lonely as a cloud for a while returning nearer to 2pm for the trail race. Anticipating that they might start this one early too I made sure I was lounging in the starting area in good time. Sure enough with the little hand not yet on 2 we were sent on our way.

I was curious how it’d feel doing this after the Grisedale Horseshoe the day before. Interesting. Very much like the second running phase of a duathlon just when you’ve hopped of the bike. Not unpleasant. Actually, yes, really quite unpleasant now I come to think about it. But I’d paid my (substantial) entry fee and made my choice. It’s really a rather nice course and fiendish in a mischievous sort of way. I like the way it snakes up one side of the valley, hops over, then carries on up the other side. The terrain was much squashier than I expected but I was wearing some lovely new Salomon trail running shoes that I’d bought from that nice Mr Fisher earlier in the morning.

Towards the end of the race I was beginning to loosen up a bit and started making a few gains on the fast descent to the finish. I had to explain to the lass in front that if she hung around gassing to her mates she’d lose her place in the funnel and I’d get her time and she’d get mine. No tea, juice or sandwiches for the finishers (you’d have to do a fell race at a quarter of the price if you want that) but a cup of water and a grubby bit of Kendal mint cake. No sign of any Striders but a browse of the results showed good fast runs by everyone who did the Challenge.

Nina Mason

The Challenge

Heading over the A66 on Sunday morning the weather looked promising. Stef and I had entered the Trail Race – which has the same route as the Challenge but without prizes and starts an hour earlier. With Debs, Denise and Jane doing the Challenge we decided to switch races; a civilised race start of 1pm meant that we could head off to find a coffee shop – sustained by liberal helpings of Debs’ delicious flapjack.

The race starts and finishes in Fitz Park, where we bumped in Barrie. For the cost of the race you get a well-organised check-in, baggage tent, technical t-shirt which you can collect before the race, markers and marshals throughout the course, and a PA system to encourage you at the finish. But the most impressive part is the route – setting off along the disused railway line out of Keswick, there are 8km of trails and boggy footpaths climbing up the valley by Glenderaterra Beck, then looping back following the Cumbrian Way, 6km along the contours of Lonscale Fell and a fast descent into Keswick.

The glorious weather made this a superb run, and it was great to see that the event’s organisation and support (and Kendal Mint Cake) encourages a good mix of runners to get involved. For five ladies and Barrie – a great day out and enjoyable runs had by all.

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Darlington 10K, Sunday, August 8, 2010

Two reports … the first from Zoe Evans:

Jim before the start with diminuitive relative.
photo courtesy and © Northern Echo

No less than 16 Striders turned out on Sunday morning for the Darlington 10k! It was a lovely morning and Darlington town centre was packed with runners and supporters alike. The race starts near the market place and consists of 2 laps on closed roads (water at 3k and 7k), then finishes back in the market place.

There was a lot of support around the whole course from local residents who stood outside their houses cheering, and then some fair-sized crowds cheering nearer the town centre. Jan and Calum Young, Peter Brooks and Jacqui Robson all provided some very enthusiastic Strider support around the course which really helped when I was dying on my feet around 8k!

What I want to know is, why do people round these parts persist in describing races as “flat” when they just don’t know the meaning of the word? For your information, I’ve pasted the dictionary definition below:

adjective, flat-ter, flat-test,

1. horizontally level: ‘a flat roof’.
2. level, even, or without unevenness of surface, as land or tabletops.
3. having a surface that is without marked projections or depressions

Do the Brighton 10k and I’ll show you what a flat race really is!

Anyway… All in all it’s a very good race to get a PB – it does have a fair few downhill bits to match the uphills! Nina Mason had a fantastic run on her first ever 10k road race (if you can believe it!) and was the first Strider home in 44mins! Doing my warm-up with Nina must have psyched me up because I had a great run despite the undulations and got under 50mins for the first time ever which left me grinning for the rest of the day. Claire Readey also had a good run on her first ever 10k [ Her first ever race, I believe. Ed], clocking in under an hour. Good performances from all the Striders and lots of happy faces at the end.

… and the second from Nina Mason:

Not a lot of people know this, but Darlo is my hometown … born and raised (for a few years, anyway). There may be a few people – depending on their affiliations – that don’t speak to me for a while once they read this, but … I digress.

Despite this fact, I have never run the Darlington 10K. The day was a bit too muggy for comfort, but at least the sun didn’t come out until it was time to collect the t-shirt. As road-running isn’t usually my bag, I always feel privileged when I see roads closed for runners, fluorescent marshals, water stations, and numerous arrows and distance markers (though these were in kilometres and being the 10K novice that I am I spent a good part of the race trying to work out my mile times in my head). A flattish, two-lap course, with a fair few of the locals out to offer support all the way round.

A big turn-out for a well-organised race – including the Junior Race and Fun Run – plus a good show of purple, as always. As Zoe – who knocked minutes off her PB, well done! – said on the way home, a great way to spend a Sunday morning.

Late news: Jean Bradley won a prize for 2nd FV50!


Pos Name Club Cat Pos Time
1 Daniel GARBUTT Durham City Harriers M 00:32:02
20 Rosie SMITH Durham City Harriers F 00:35:25
227 Nina MASON FV35 00:44:19
272 Richard HOCKIN MV55 00:45:16
366 Zoe EVANS F 00:47:33
401 Alister ROBSON M 00:47:58
440 Chris HEDLEY MV50 00:49:17
453 Dave WALKER MV45 00:49:40
468 Jean BRADLEY FV50 2 00:50:15
510 Melanie HUDSON F 00:50:47
511 George NICHOLSON MV60 00:50:47
519 Ian GRAHAM MV55 00:51:09
635 James NICHOLSON MV60 00:54:26
673 Mike ELLIOTT MV60 00:55:17
674 Greta JONES FV40 00:55:17
748 Kathryn SYGROVE FV40 00:57:19
837 Lindsey BROOKS FV40 00:59:25
848 Claire READEY FV35 00:59:55

1051 finishers.

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VAANE XC Championships, Darlington, Saturday, March 20, 2010

Nina Mason

The working week had seen sunshine and spring-like temperatures. There is sunshine and blue skies today as I write this. Saturday however dawned grey, complete with drizzle to be followed by heavier rain. I smell a cross-country.

The VAA-NE Cross-Country Championships was run from Branksome School, Darlington and saw six Striders enjoy the fine x-country weather, with the added bonus of plenty of mud thrown in for free.

After a discussion as to whether it was warm enough in the teeming rain for vests only, or maybe t- shirt required, or the again gloves instead…it was ladies off first. Fiona Shenton, Jan Young and I formed part of a (somewhat disappointing) field of fourteen—there was no room for hiding in this one—accompanied by the men’s V70 and V75. Fiona had a good run on the fast and a bit-too-flat 5.5K two-lap course, finishing fourth; with Jan and me in hot pursuit.

There was no let up in the rain for the men’s three-lap 8.8K race, and a bigger field was dominated by Brian Rushworth winning an impressive eighth championship. David led the Striders men home with a strong run, with Mike and Conrad close behind.

A soggy, mud-spattered and somewhat chilly group of competitors gathered in the school gym afterwards and saw Fiona and Jan collect medals for winning their age groups. Us ladies also won second team prize, all of which shows you gotta be in it to win it!

A mention must go to Mike’s carrot cake—so good it was worth having to give my shoes an extra scrub.


Pos Name Club Cat Pos Time
1 ANDERSON, Kirstie Tynedale Harriers F35 1 24:31
4 Fiona Shenton F50 1 26:46
8 Nina Mason F35 3 27:53
14 Jan Young F55 1 29:54

21 finishers.

Pos Name Club Cat Pos Time
1 RUSHWORTH, Brian Sunderland Harriers M45 1 32:04
25 David Gibson M40 5 36:23
35 Mike Bennett M55 4 37:58
47 Conrad White M50 6 42:08

60 finishers.

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