|Pos.||Bibno.||Finish time||Chip time||Participant||Category|
18th Gibside Fruit Bowl Trail Race, Sunday, October 19, 2014
approx. 6 miles
Who was it that suggested doing Gibside Fruitbowl again?!! Laura C says it’s nice but there are a couple of hills. The night before the race and I’m sitting debating whether to have a glass of wine and whether it’s shorts or crop trousers and just a race vest or T-Shirt. I’m nervous as I haven’t run the miles since the GNR. So I have a glass of wine and get my kit ready. Crop trousers and vest it is.
Next thing I know the alarm goes off and I have to clamber over my 3 year old and peel myself out of bed to switch it off before her and the husband wake up. Why oh why do I put myself through this. I feel sick, I need to eat, but I’m excited at the same time. Then I see Laura Chapman’s car pull into the street. I give the kids a kiss goodbye and pile myself into the car with Laura C, Natalie J, Joanne T and Tracey S. Luckily the girls kept my mind off the race taking about puppies (As in dogs, Natalie is getting one) and general chitchat.
We arrive in the carpark and get out the car deciding what to take with us and what to the leave in the car. Then the heavens opened. Great!! Just what we need, cause I know Gibside from going with the kids and those lovely hills will be fun when wet!! We run past Dave Robson and Mel who are safely sat in their car keeping dry, then head to the toilets to meet up with lots of other striders. Do I need a wee or don’t I. Of course I need a wee.
Then we all line up at the start. The obligatory race photo is taken. Announcements are made and the claxon goes. ‘Oh sh*t’ I announce to Kelly and we’re off. I’m quite happy trotting along the long walk with my fellow striders then we turn the corner to see the faster runners coming up a lovely grassy hill to the left. Meanwhile, the marshals are shouting at us, ‘Don’t look’ and so we start on up the first hill. I know this one and it’s tough walking it. Alister’s friendly face and gentle voice greets us at the top! We turn the corner and head downhill to then head DOWN, yes down, a grassy stretch. I’m feeling ok and I’m keeping up with Kelly. I’ve lost Natalie and Tracey by this point and I’m wondering whether to take it really steady and wait for them to catch up or just keep it steady behind Kelly. I keep it steady mindful of Tracey and Nat behind. They’ll be ok, though Tracey is so going to kill us for the hills. We head on up the grassy bit. Kelly says, ‘are we going for it’. Well of course we are now you’ve said that. We get to the top with cheers from the marshals. I have to say the support en route was great.
We’re a mile and a bit in and we’re ok. Until we reach the next hill. Then there on in it’s hills hill hills. We catch up with Laura C and Joanne T and basically stick together the rest of the route, walking the hills until a holler from Alister, ‘Kelly Collier get running’. We ran our little socks off and smiled for every camera. I spotted Natalie and Tracey over the other side of a hill so screamed encouragement hoping they were ok and not feeling like giving up like I did. We reached the river banks and I knew what was coming. Kelly had gone off ahead and I was keeping up with Laura and Joanne, just I was shattered. One last muddy climb and we were on the last stretch. My fellow striders, as always, were encouraging and helped get me round. We met up with Kelly again and we’re on the home straight. The longest home straight I’ve ever done. (Except for that last mile at the GNR). We did it together, until the competitive streak took over and we started to sprint. ‘Let’s hold hands Laura says’ Kelly being Kelly says’ I’m not holding anyone’s hand. We did it!!!. That was the worst race I’ve ever done!!! The views were beautiful, but it was flippin hilly!!! I’ll probably say I loved it tomorrow.
We just had time to get our water and flapjack and put on our t-shirts when in came Natalie and Tracey. Awesome!! I’m so proud of Tracey completing that hell. She did amazing. Then we had just got our jumpers on, when in comes a disabled girl Natalie had given up her medal for at Gateshead 10k trail race. The girl was greeted over the finish line by what looked like her partner and collapsed in a heap. We all burst into tears. What an inspiration. It all puts it into perspective. And here’s me moaning.
So we head home not before Kelly tries to get me to go to the pub for a bevvie, I was tempted, but I was good and headed home. Banter in the car was all about hills and Tracey announced, ‘that was hell on earth.’ I must say I’m inclined to agree.
Oh and I forgot to mention the rainbow. That was ace. We doing it next year girls?!!!
Gibside Trail Race, Sunday, October 20, 2013
Well after an anxious night of no sleep I met up with some of the team at 7:45am at DOW and we headed to Gibside. As you can see from the photo we had a fantastic turn out as the sea of purple continually grows!
We set off prompt at half 9 and I set myself a nice little pace. First mile was fine and quite enjoyed the scenery. I suppose I should have realised running on a slight decline wasn’t going to last forever!
Oh and then we met the hills! Tough ones, wet and slippery from all the runners with wings 🙂 I do recall at about 4 miles I began to swear at myself for entering and then proceeded to attempt… to run…(fall gracefully) down hill…… Think I established I prefer running up hill! Although my furthest and hardest race so far the route was a beaut, lots of support and encouragement all the way round which kept me going right through to the last straight… Which went on forever….and ever!
1:16 and I’ll be definitely be back next year 🙂
|1||Brendan McMillan||Jarrow and Hebburn||M||1||40.21|
|38||Michelle Avery||Sunderland Harriers||F||1||47.34|
|203||Emma Detchon ??||F||58.33|
Gibside Trail Race, Sunday, October 21, 2012
Graeme and I (with my brand new lovely purple trail shoes) set off to pick up Matt, Alistar and Anna from Durham as we were car sharing, this was a great idea as being a new member of the Striders I got to meet more members.
We pulled up at Gibside as 8.25, the morning was a bit nippy at 4 degrees but the tantalising glow of the cafe lights pulled us out of the car, we had an hour to kill. On reaching the door to find it closed a waitress popped her head out of the door informing us freezing five that it would not open until 9.15am, disappointment from us all was apparent. We took a walk around finding a map of the course which gave runners an idea of what to expect where the hills were, on looking at the map I started to psychologically prepare myself for the run and that although there were hills four of them there were also a few of down hill sections to recover.
As time pushed on the number of Striders appearing grew, it was certainly a good turn out for this crisp October morning and fellow Striders were all in good spirits about this race. Good advice from Richard was to just enjoy it, so that was my race plan, enjoy and get to the end.
At the start line Anna was just to my left I decided to stick with her as my pacer and we were off, on a steady flat bit leading to a decline this was not so bad I found my self starting to get a bit quicker which was soon interrupted by a steady incline which turned into a mega climb. Now in line with Alister he advised me to take it easy on the hills as the downhill will make up for the time lost. Alister soon faded into the distance, the hill was extremely challenging, Anna suddenly ran past me looking strong. A much welcome downhill was here I felt confident in my lovely new purple trail shoes, grips so fantastic, I ran past Anna, this gave me a surge of adrenaline which led me to a lovely small winding path at two miles which then lead to another hill, and like the previous hill Anna passed me, I let out a weak “hi” she smiled as to say got you again. The next couple of miles were slightly easier so the whole time I decided to just run as fast as my legs could take me, over taking a number of people including Anna and taking in the gorgeous colours that the surrounding woodland had to offer. Just before I hit the river bank at five miles there was a group of people cheering and clapping at all of the runners. As I took big strides along the bank of the River Derwent I knew the muddy hill would soon be upon me. To my left the path wound and I could see runners high up slowing, walking, beaten by the ridiculous mud wall, I couldn’t let this beat me as Anna surely would over take me, as I ran and then walked (walking was by far the faster method on this hill) I was bent forward using my hands on my thighs to give me extra strength, I heard a marshal shout come on your at the top so I ran, it hurt but I ran and around the corner I followed the track. I could see the finish just in front of the famous chapel, a pat on the shoulder from a crook member saying keep going urged me on, the bellows of fellow Striders already finished gave me so much energy I sprinted to the finish.
I had done it, first trail race over, what a fantastic feeling. It was hard but the fantastic buzz of being a part of a club has changed my attitude towards my running. I watched the finishing Striders come through the finishing line, cheering them. A photo was taken and a cuppa and cake in the cafe with fellow striders topped the morning off. This run was not a daunting as I expected, the winding paths, elegant buildings and ruins, hills and mud made this race a must do for any runner wanting a different challenge.
|1||Phillip Sanderson||Elswick Harriers||MV40||35.41|
|13||Lorna Young||Heaton Harriers||F||1||38.04|
Shaun Roberts …
On the basis that a picture tells a thousand words, here’s my version of the race:
Lovely race in perfect conditions, with a great turnout of Striders. Thanks for the support from Jan, the McDermotts and others …
… and David Catterick
Just when this year couldn’t get more memorable along comes the Gibside Trail Race, set in a beautiful, historic estate just south of Newcastle, on a cold yet sunny November day!
As Alister, Alan, Conrad, Rich and I pulled up in the frosty car park we had already spotted other Striders who were clearly, equally as unsure as ourselves as to what clothes to wear. So, while some of us hopped up and down with blue skin eager for the start, others stretched and chatted clad in hats, tights and gloves.
So we’re off and, yet again, despite having a Garmin on my wrist and reading all about negative splits, positive splits were to be the order of the day as I sailed past Alan, Rich and Alister.
10 minutes later… Ha! That must be the hill the regulars were talking about. Strange it’s now at the start… 20 minutes later and after running through and around (and up and down and up and down) the estate’s woodlands, I was clearly hallucinating as I passed Nelson’s Column… 40 minutes into the race a hill loomed, not just any hill but THE MUD HILL of legend. A slap on the back signalled Alister passing (I’m sure he was walking), closely followed by Rich.
Anyway great finish, grand goodie bag with tech top, apple and oat bar. All other runners were cheered home in the tradition of the Striders, irrespective of vests worn. On offer was coffee, sandwiches, bacon butties, beer and good crack.
As another year draws to an end, I’m thankful to be able to enjoy the exhilaration of running but what’s equally as important is being able to share this with such a great group of runners. It’s a wonderful world!
|1||Graeme Taylor||Morpeth Harriers||M||32.28|
|11||Jane Hodgson||Morpeth Harriers||F||1||37.17|
My first race proudly donning my Elvet Striders vest.
Started the day in true team spirit collecting 4 striders on the way – Richard, Conrad, Jean & John. Striders doing their bit for the environment.
The race described as ‘not flat’ was quite an understatement, a little hiccup at the start meant a 15 minute delay with the race commencing at 1015 (something to do with mud!). The first hill was a blinder, pleased I turned down the few drinks out in Durham the night before!! Course overall very pleasing on they eye – difficult to orienteer where the hell I was but just keep following the one in front! – yes up another hill. Just for fun there was a nice mud slide at the end to run up (of course).
Nice encouragement at the end from fellow striders & a worthwhile goody bag.
“Not flat” – seemed to be the in-joke for this beautiful, scenic (5.8 mile?) course, but although some of the hills were steep, muddy and persistent, they were balanced by plenty of fast downhills and the opportunity to bound down at great speed with arms akimbo. I resisted the urge to shout ‘wheeeee’, but fully intend to lose that restraint as my running career develops. Bitingly cold, and now twice caught out with inappropriate clothing, I’ve learned the hard way that packing for all eventualities means you’re not stung for an impulsive £40 pair of Brooke’s visios from the thoughtfully placed Northern Runner rail in a field ‘cos you’re worried you’ll get cold pins. Still, since I already own the matching top, it turned out all right in the end.
Never far from someone in purple, the encouragement along the way was fantastic. All credit to whoever provided the raucous junior Striders’ appreciation chorus towards the end of the route – a red carpet and I’d have mistaken myself for a celebrity. Reassurance from Peter Brooks that yes, it’s quite normal for legs to turn to jelly after a particularly relentless ‘not-flat’ moment gave me the encouragement to persist and not sidle off and pretend to be a supporter. The lovely Jo, who upped my pace nicely as I ran alongside her chatting about the madness of running, making me forget about my pounding heart for a while as we approached the last section of the course. A voice behind me telling me to “get a move on” as I approached the finish (so I did – thanks Peter) and then yells ahead of me to ‘come on, big finish’ (it was – thanks Alister) and crossing the line in a jubilant 55:38, before collecting an eclectic party bag, which included seeds to grow your own Christmas tree and a Prodigy-style, fire-print headband. Thanks to Angela and Andy for the lift, and to everyone who spared the breath to encourage me along the way. It means a lot to a newbie.
I love Striders, me.
|1||James Buis||Heaton Harriers||M||0:33:00|
|26||Sonia Morley||Tynedale Harriers||F||1||0:39:22|
|74||Mike Bennett *||MV50||0:43:18|
* Pending stewards’ inquiry.
The forecast was right for once – it tipped it down all through the morning, as it had done all through the previous night! Jamie and I had a good firm warmup to try and get the systems going a bit, and at ten o’clock we were ready for the off. A dripping wet Joy Bell on the start line warned us, as usual, to be careful going down to the river, and also said this was the last time we’d be able to use the Avenue – complaints from the estate management about damage, would you believe? [No, quite frankly. Ed.] A bit of a false start, and we were off …
Will went off sharpish, and I pushed hard as well to begin with – I was expecting Jamie to go whizzing past at some stage, but he’d probably had more at a Halloween party the night before than he was letting on, so that didn’t happen. The usual long uphill drag after a mile (we were back to the normal seven-mile course this year) then all the winding bits before heading (carefully) down to the river to make a bit of hay while the sun didn’t shine before the bit of a walk to get back up the hill. I walked a chunk of it, anyway! After some nice fast bits, we ended up on the long soggy run-in along the Avenue to the finish. There were a fair few puddles about on the grass, and down by the riverside, and lots of water about in parts. At one point I noticed a frog by the side of the track ahead pause for a gap in the field, then hop casually across in front of me. Cocky little sod. To be honest, though, it wasn’t too bad underfoot, and I was glad to have gone with the road shoes.
No one was hanging around for long at the finish, as it was still tipping it down, and quite breezy, so it wasn’t quite as sociable an occasion as usual. Also, the refreshment tent afterwards was full of steaming bodies getting changed, so you kept getting body parts in your ear as you worked your way through the excellent muffins, which was a mixed blessing.
Nonetheless, it was a damned good race once you’d got nice and warm. Will was first Strider home in a splendid 5th, and Debs was first Strider lady, ever so close to beating Dougie to the line, which wouldn’t have made his day at all …
Dougie adds, on this very subject:
My race was fairly depressing at first as Alan, Nina, Steph, Gary and Debs all passed me early on. I stuck with Nina for a while but on the ‘Hollow Walk’ descent she screeched away and at one time I couldn’t see any purple ahead at all. The climbs worked in my favour though and in the last few miles I steadily clawed back my places. At the top of the last hill it was exactly as it was last year. Debs was about 100 yards ahead of me and as we turned to descend I thought she’d click her heels and pull away.
There followed one of the most exciting race finishes I’ve had for a long time. The gap between us varied back and forth until the beginning of the Avenue where I found myself just a few yards behind. I must confess to rather unsporting behaviour at this point as I knew in a straight sprint Debs would outclass me. So I had to be devious. In a manoeuvre that I’ve used many a time in my velodrome days, I moved out wide and to the right and making sure another runner was between us and that Debs would have less chance of seeing me and ‘getting on my wheel’, I went for it. It was a long hard sprint to the line and I dared not look round. Into the tunnel and, rather sheepishly, I turned to see Debs wagging her finger at me and repeating “You Bugger!” over and over …
|1||Iain Twaddle||North Shields Poly||M||0:41:31|
Gibside Trail Race, Friday, November 14, 2008
Last night I dreamt I went to Gibside again. Which was prophetic, as this morning I set of with Fiona, Conrad and Mike to the place I spent the summer of 2007 working. It would be interesting charging around the trails and paths that were so familiar from the time I spent wandering along them with a notebook, camera, and a copy of ‘What Tree is This?’.
We arrived early and I was reassured to find the hall not in flames. We were so early there wasn’t even a queue for the toilets. As the start time approached more and more Striders appeared on the scene and formed a friendly purple haze around the avenue. The start itself is probably the widest one I can recall and it was good not having the usual corset-like squeeze that accompanies the beginning of most races. However at the end of the avenue we swung round a hairpin and the tree-lined superhighway became a narrow pot-holed soggy cart track. Moments later we stormed down the hard entrance road to the estate and the only downhill part of this trail race that could be described as ‘not very nice’.
Debs and me have been closely matched in recent race results and I was confident that I could steal the march on her in this event. Sure enough after about a mile I nudged past her and thought that was the end of the matter. As far as I was concerned the case was closed. This was at the bottom of the first hill. When we got to the top of the first hill Debs breezed by in what can only be described as ‘a lofty manner’, so I gritted my teeth, put my head down, and gave chase. For a short while she was in my sights but by the time we got to the half-way point and the drinks station she was nothing but a distant memory.
I’d heard many runners talk about the last long hill but the killer for me was the short steep chappie in the middle leading up to the monument. I try to subscribe to the Alan Purvis motto that states that Thy shalt not Walk any Hills so I settled for running up this one very very slowly. On the last hill I rallied a little and spied Debs ahead, but as we turned around the top corner she engaged full afterburner and stormed away to finish a good minute ahead of me.
We were all pretty much agreed that the finish was soul sapping. That long, long, long, straight, with the finish banner never getting any closer and the ground getting stickier with every step made it hard to keep the momentum going. A bit like the finish to the coastal run, but with less sand.
I joined the friendly splodge of purple that had cheered me in and watched the remainder of the Striders squelch home. A tough, well organised race with great scenery and variety.
|1||Neil Wilkinson||Morpeth H & AC||MV40||1||36:10|
|15||Michelle Holt||Sunderland H & AC||F||1||41:09|
If these results look a bit faster than usual, it’s because the course had to be shortened, down to about 6.2 miles, due to riverbank erosion. Also an extra hill was inserted! Congratulations to Fiona, third FV45 and sixth lady overall, and to Mike Bennett, third MV50 gadgie. SR
|1||Stewart Bell||Chester-Le-Street & Dist AC||V40||1||38:32|
|35||Kim Simpson||Gateshead H & AC||L||1||45:23|
Gibside Fruit Bowl, Sunday, November 5, 2006
A lovely mild day for this popular multi terrain race which followed the usual route through the woods, down to the river and then up through the woods again. It has probably the longest finishing straight of any local run. The route was mud free in spite of recent rain and although it was a bit windy most of the route was protected by the trees. The second hill was said to be as steep as ever.
Fiona led nineteen Striders home and she was also was the third woman home. A number of Striders obtained improved times on this unique and beautiful course. Supporters included Mandy, Mary and Dave
|1||Stewart Bell||Chester-Le-Street & Dist||1||40:35|
|30||Susie Rutherford||Darlington H & A.C.||L||1||46:37|