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  • Equinox 24 Race Review

    Equinox 24 Race Review

    by Aidan Grant

    The human mind has a remarkable ability to suppress painful memories and focus on the happy ones, which probably goes some way to explaining why, a year after our first experience of the Equinox 24 hour race, “Team WB” found ourselves once again in the grounds of Belvoir Castle, ready to run round and round in circles for exactly a day. The team was headed up once again by some-time Strider Amanda Skeldon, and though we’d lost Anna Aspinall and Caz Whittle to long-term injuries this year, the team still had a strong GVS core of myself, Julie Elison, Sally Kaill, Connor Lomax, and new recruit James Hobson.

    Our first attempt, in 2016, had actually been surprisingly successful considering our strongest runner, Team GB age-group triathlete Dane Stanley, was struck down with a stomach bug. After an entertaining all-night battle with our friends from Marple Runners, we’d ended up finishing one place above them in 25th out of 116 large (8 person) teams. We managed 26 laps of the 10km course, but given that the 5th place team only did 4 more, we came away feeling that with a bit more luck and a bit less illness we could come back and challenge for a top 10 place. With Julie on top form as newly crowned Summer Fell champion, and on the verge of also adding the main championship, and James also fresh from winning the men’s Summer Fell series, we had no shortage of fast runners. Add in the fact that Amanda and Dane had recently completed half iron-mans (iron-men?), I’d just done my first ultra, Sally was in the late stages of training for her first marathon, and we hoped to have the endurance side covered. And that’s without mentioning our new recruit Paul “Kingy” King, who had just cycled the length of the country on a reclining bike and was known to be a strong runner too (though quite how strong, we were yet to find out!).

    The race starts at midday on the Saturday, and having all turned up mid-morning last year we’d had to settle for a camping spot well away from the track and main “village” area. So this year we resolved to head over on the Friday, get set-up in a prime spot, and enjoy the Friday night entertainment, the highlight of which is a “beer run” around the section of the course through the camping field. Things didn’t work out quite as planned though. My own participation in the Friday fun was cancelled well in advance when one of my favourite bands, who I’d been waiting to tour the UK again for several years, announced they were playing the Apollo on the Friday night. Sally and Dane were also unable to get over on the Friday, but the others were good to go… or so we thought.

    The first sign that we may not be heading into the race in the top-10 form we hoped came when, a week or two before, Amanda was struck down with a really nasty bout of tonsillitis, with an accompanying fever for good measure, and by the Monday before had been told by the doctor to rest for two weeks. Obviously she interpreted this advice as “only go to Equinox on the Saturday morning, and maybe only do 2 or 3 laps instead of 4”. But no matter, we still had four of the team on the way to get there good and early and get the tents up… or did we?

    Team HQ

    Connor was first on the scene on Friday, travelling alone with the bulk of the tents while the others followed in James’, erm, trusty VW campervan. He soon picked a prime spot on the finishing straight, 100m or so from the start / finish, and directly opposite a much expanded Marple Runners contingent and what can only be described as their tent city, and got to work getting the tents up. A couple of hours later, and there was still no sign of the others, so our heroic adventurer continued on with the erection single-handed (sorry). By later afternoon Connor had managed to put up two family tents and the GVS Coleman shelter, but there was still no sign of reinforcements. The reason soon became clear, when he received an SOS call from James. The clutch on his van had failed, about 15 miles short of Belvoir castle. The only course of action was for Connor to head out in his little Toyota Yaris and give them a tow. Eventually they all made it in, just in time to sit out a rain-drenched evening, gazing wistfully at Marple and their huge marquee, complete with two pizza ovens. Eventually they were invited over for drinks, where they found out that Marple were fielding no fewer than four large teams this year… we’d have our work cut out to beat them all! But at least we were through all the set-backs and on course to give it our best shot… or just about.

    Midday soon rolled round, and we were off, Dane leading out on the first leg. We were a little surprised when he took a couple of minutes more than expected to complete the lap, but we were more surprised still when we found out the reason for the delay. We won’t go into the details in these pages… you can ask him in person if you see him, or failing that you can ask a squirrel. Solid first laps from Sally and James followed, and then we sent Kingy out. If we were surprised that Dane’s first lap took a little longer than we thought, that was nothing compared to our shock when Kingy came cruising past the tent looking like he hadn’t broken a sweat with less than 41 minutes on the clock for his lap. Suddenly that top 10 finish looked on once again if he could keep that pace up. 7 of the 8 were in fine form and the game was on… if everybody else could just stay fit.

    By Saturday morning we were finally all assembled, the rain had gone and we were raring to go. Amanda was still suffering badly and expecting to only manage one or two laps, but that was the least of her worries when she got a call from home to say that the slight eye infection her daughter had woken up with was proving worse than thought – the doctor had advised her husband to take her to the hospital to get it sorted, throwing childcare plans into disarray. It was looking like she might have to jump straight back in a car and head home before the race even began. Fortunately my wife Jac came to the rescue and stepped in to look after Amanda’s son, and the news from the hospital was good, so total crisis was averted.

    Connor and I were next up, and then Julie. When it got to 52 minutes and she hadn’t finished we were a little concerned, but thought maybe she was just pacing herself, knowing that there would be another 30km to run. The look on her face as she passed the tent said otherwise, and we soon found out what an incredible effort she’d put in to get round in 52 minutes, having been struck with agonising pain early in the run. Something had gone very wrong in her hip, and she was soon loading up on pain killers and heading over to the free massage tent. Amanda was our last runner out for a first leg, knowing that it could well be her only one. She fought her way round in an hour and after one lap each we were holding our own in the mid-teens.

    As darkness fell, we headed out one-by-one for our second laps. Kingy once again put in the performance of the round, once again hitting 41 minutes while looking like he was enjoying a casual stroll. For my own part, with my second lap scheduled for 22:30, and the temperature dropping, I was starting to realise that much as I love camping, there’s a reason it’s usually accompanied by plenty of beer. I’d allowed myself a small can of Brew Dog at around 8pm, but two hours later the effects had worn off as we huddled around the small bbq that was our only heat source. We just tried to ignore the massive pizza and prosecco party which seemed to be going on over the track in the Marple camp! I got that lap done, and then came the trickiest part of the day to manage. Having just done a 10k run, there’s no way you’re going straight to sleep, but at the same time, you know you need to get some rest before the next one. And that next lap would be coming round earlier than planned, as we wouldn’t be getting any more laps from Julie or Amanda… or so we thought.

    Marple runners – thriving on pizza and prosecco

    Faced with the prospect of us only having 3 or 4 hours between our night-time runs, Amanda bravely stepped forward and offered to go out again, despite hardly being able to stand up. She knew she’d be well over an hour, but to be honest, the rest of us were happy for the delay to our next run to be as long as possible. So out she went, at 23:20, and I headed off for a massage. By the time I’d queued for and had my massage and got back, it was well after midnight, so I tried to hit the hey. This is when I realised I’d forgotten something essential… ear plugs. While our camp was now reduced to 2 or 3 people awake at any given time, quietly chatting around the embers of the bbq, in other nearby camps the party was clearly in full swing. The last time I remember looking at my watch it was coming up to 3am… and I was due to be woken up at 4:20 to get ready for my next run.

    It felt like I’d literally just dropped off when a voice started calling me name to get up. It’s hard to over-state quite how low I felt at this point. I’ve never been a morning person, and the standard 6:30 alarm on a work day, after 8 hours sleep, is torture. This was another level though, as I dragged myself out of my sleeping bag on the verge of tears, cursing the day I ever agreed to take part in this stupid enterprise. As Connor handed over the baton, I was feeling no more optimistic about the situation, and the next 55 minutes were quite possibly the least enjoyable 10k I’ve ever run, save maybe the last 10k of Manchester Marathon. I eventually stumbled across the line, and this time headed straight back to bed, and was asleep within minutes.

    This time I managed over two hour’s sleep, and actually woke up by myself, as bright morning sunshine streamed into the tent, along with the smell of fried bacon. As I emerged bleary eyed into the world, the horrors of 4am suddenly seemed like nothing but a bad dream. Admittedly the lack of sleep was probably still playing a part, but this time the tears that threatened to roll as I saw the constant stream of runners of all shapes, sizes, ages and abilities passing the tent were tears of joy and an overwhelming sense of community and achievement. As the morning progressed and more people came to, the crowds lining the last km around the camping field grew, and with them the shouts of encouragement and praise. To see a solo runner dragging themselves past 150km was mind-blowingly inspiring (a lot of the ladies present finding this to be especially true of a certain athlete from Vegan Runners!). As 10am, and my final lap approached, I was once again raring to go.

    This time I felt like I floated round, spurred on by shouts of encouragement as I passed the solos and pairs, who had done four times as many laps as me, and I hit that last lap of the field in a state of euphoria. I knew that Julie had, incredibly, put herself forward to hobble around a final lap, if Dane could get the baton round to her before the midday cut-off. Crossing the line and handing over to Dane, with over an hour to go, I knew we’d done enough to record a fantastic 29 laps. What’s more, although the organisers had been having massive problems since early in the morning with keeping the live results going, we knew that we were not only on for a top 10 finish with this many laps, but were somewhere around the top 5 or 6.

    Unfortunately, the guys from Stuweb were still struggling to get the results confirmed, but the gob-smacking news was that, from what we could see we’d not only achieved our aim of a top ten finish, but were somehow in 3rd place out of 94 large teams! And so ensued a long and marginally tense wait for the results to be ratified. It took over an hour, which at least gave us time to get the tents down and packed up, but eventually, finally, the prizes were handed out, and sure enough we were called up to the podium. Having never before come close to being involved in the post-race prize shenanigans, this was the perfect end to an amazing weekend.

    As I sat with the in the camp for that last hour or two, watching other teams take it in turns to join up and cross the finish line for the last time as one, roared on by ever-increasing crowds (a special mention once again to Marple Runners, who were immense in their support), it was hard not to feel that we were part of something truly special. And then, finally (though earlier than expected given her injury!) it was our turn, as Julie rounded the corner onto the finishing straight. Remembering the slightly-obscured-by-other-teams finish line photos from last year, we made sure to drop back until we ensured we had a good space ahead of us, and then over the line we went, hand in hand, a joyous finish to a crazy 24 hours. And then we headed to the timing tent to find out how we’d done…

    So, how’s that ability to suppress painful memories, and will we be back next year? Well, yes and no. If you’d asked me at 4am if I’d ever do it again, my answer would have been a very definitive no, but in the end the positives outweigh the negatives, and for some crazy reason I’m looking forward to the next one. As it happens, though, next year’s Equinox 24 clashes with a triathlon which three of the team, myself included, have already entered… but it seems there’s a very similar 24 hour event in Leeds in June. And guess what, there’s only a couple of hours darkness in June, so count me in! If any of this has inspired you to give 24 hour relays a go, there’s always room for us to start trying to rival that Marple encampment for numbers. If you want to hear any more about the whole experience, give me a shout some time!

  • Welcome to the new, online version of ‘The Strider’, the GVS newsletter / blog. It will contain the same kinds of articles that were published in the paper version – race reports, articles, recipes, photos – along with more topical, ‘newsy’ articles, reprints of articles from earlier newsletters, and links to articles and posts in other running-related blogs and web sites.

    Your contributions to ‘The Strider’ are vital, and always welcome, as are any comments or feedback you may have on these pages, and suggestions as to how they could be improved. Please send them all to me using the email link in the menu (or give them to me in person – I’m quite often out running in Whaley on a Tuesday evening and Saturday morning).

    The blog is likely to change a bit over coming weeks and months as we try different things to see what works. Please bear with us, as publishing online is new to us, and we won’t get it right straightaway.

    We hope you will enjoy what you find here, and we will try to make sure stuff gets published more regularly than the printed newsletter 🙂 The first article will be Aidan Grant’s review of the Equinox 24 race. He wrote it a while back – for an issue of the paper newsletter that was never produced – but it’s still a great read.

    While you’re waiting for that, if you haven’t already, read Chris Bowen’s article on her ‘Running out of time’ blog, about GVS at the recent British Fell Relays 2018.

    See you out running!

    Pete Fotheringham

  • The Strider, November 2009

    The Strider, November 2009

    By Pete Fotheringham

    In the absence of any new contributions to the Strider, here is an issue from 10 years ago, containing enough reading matter to keep you going for a while. There are some great articles, including Kevin’s article on the 2009 British Hill and Fell Relays – the main lesson being “no matter how quick you are, if you can’t navigate you’re stuffed”. Plenty of familiar names too, in the championship tables – with Brian Holland leading overall – and in the articles Paul Hunt, Kevin Day, and Tracy Vernon who “has only relatively recently started running and has already knocked off her first BSH”.

    Your contributions to ‘The Strider’ are vital, and always welcome, so please do consider writing something – anything race reports, articles, recipes, photos and send them to me using the email link in the menu (or give them to me in person – I’m quite often out running in Whaley on a Tuesday evening and Saturday morning).

    In the mean time, I hope you enjoy this “blast from the past”.

  • The Strider, September 2001

    In the absence of any new contributions for The Strider, here’s what was being written about in September 2001, another year where the racing program was disrupted, in this case by the UK foot and mouth outbreak. It includes a report on his run in that year’s London Marathon from Dave Arden, who sadly died very recently. Someone who knew him well said “Dave was a great athlete. Won the Great Wall Marathon even after a marshal sent him the wrong way. Was a record holder at cycling time trial. Won European duathlon, maybe Worlds. Holds the record for most firsts at Woodbank Parkrun.

    Interesting to note that, at the time, the club “has less than 10 active members which is hardly enough to warrant an existence.

    GOYT VALLEY STRIDERS

    NEWSLETTER SEPTEMBER 2001

    INTRODUCTION

    Believe it or not, the last edition of the newsletter was back in March, just after the first outbreak of Foot and Mouth. Things seemed to go from bad to worse and still there are cases of Foot and Mouth being identified today.

    Fortunately, things around this area were not too badly affected and most paths are open and consequently a number of races have or are now taking place. The committee has assessed the situation and has selected a number of races that should enable the 2001 club championship to be completed. The first race is the Stanage Struggle, which takes place on Sunday 23rd September at 10:30am

    Also in this bumper packed issue you will find reports on the London Marathon, The Whaley 6 and the Eccles Pike Fell Race.

    Details have now been finalised for Terry’s race, which will take place in early November. All members are encouraged to take part in this club event which is explained in more detail on

    MEMBERSHIP

    There are still a number of people who have not renewed their subscription for this year. Please can you let Di Howe or myself have this as soon as possible. Membership is £7.00 for an individual or £10.00 for a family membership. If you DO NOT wish to renew then please let us know. The membership fee does not cover the cost of a membership, for example, we have to pay AAA’s registration of £3.00 for each individual member which means only £4 net towards club funds.

    Memberships that are not renewed will mean you will no longer receive free newsletters and you will have to pay the additional £1.00 unattached levy for race entry.

    THE LONDON MARATHON

    by Dave Arden

    On the basis that I always write a report whenever I complete a marathon – here’s my report.

    It’s the Friday before the Sunday – so to speak (I suppose that doesn’t really help because most Fridays precede Sundays don’t they). We’ve arrived at the London Arena after the usual navigational difficulties around the Isle of Dogs, in order to carry out the obligatory registration.

    After completing the necessary paperwork, receiving the hallowed numbers and having my personal electronic chip swiped with all my particulars, I notice my wife’s eyes light up at the expanse of sporting fashion displayed across the hall below us. I can see immediately that the next couple of hours are going to require considerable international diplomacy in order to escape without the need to approach the building society for a further loan against our house. I should point out that my objective at such events is to get a seriously large plastic bag as full of as many freebies as I can. This goal differs somewhat from Emma’s, which is to come away looking better and certainly more ably equipped than anyone else in the building (or possibly London). Two hours later and we’re driving on to our accommodation and whilst some unnecessary transactions have taken place the need to add to the balance sheet at the Halifax has not arisen. I’ve survived the first test of the weekend.

    Anyway it’s now Saturday (which like most Saturdays follows the preceding Friday). Anglo-Sino relations remain intact. We are staying with a Chinese family who live in Abbey Wood, so there remains an ongoing requirement for a degree of international diplomacy.

    This is further tensioned by the usual flurried conversations in an Eastern tongue, during which, in the middle of an often quite loud discussion, the word “David” can be quite legibly heard by those of us who recognise the name. This then results in considerable intrigue by the party so named as to the subject and purpose of the discussion. Experience has taught me that it is rarely complimentary, so I usually try to ignore any such reference as much as possible. Otherwise the day passes quietly and for once I feel as if my build up (or wind down as the case may be) is going well.

    OK it’s now the Sunday (which, having checked in my encyclopaedia prior to embarking on this report, does follow Saturday). Unusually my organisational skills, when applied to the other members of my family, appear to be working. We all exit the house calmly and on time. We arrive at the Station and board the train, all still according to plan. And what’s more, the train departs Bexley Heath Station only a mere three minutes late – still well within the margins allowed in my programme!

    As we are travelling west to Maze Hill, the train, whilst containing a large number of runners, was not packed like those running east from the city. Most of the travellers wearing running shoes are quiet and look thoughtful, presumably considering the next few hours with a deal of trepidation. I am one of these.

    We disembark and immediately meet with the thousands of participants from the West. We are all directed along what can only be described as an extremely tortuous route through Maze Hill to the start area.

    This is it, no turning back now! (This last statement describes politely a rather concerning sinking feeling I felt at this time – more correctly it was more of an “oh sh*t – 26.2 miles is a bloody long way”).

    A chilly wind is blowing right across the green where we congregate. This is the cause of immediate goose bumps on my legs the instant I remove my tracksuit bottoms. Hiding behind one of the transport lorries I manage to do some stretching and get a bit of a massage without too much chill. I then proceed into the area designated for the championship entry runners. This contains a large tent where further freebies of water and energy drink can be obtained in copious quantities.

    After a short while I pack my bag, load it onto the designated wagon and don a bright orange bin liner to join the other bright plastic bin liners awaiting the start. In front of us it is possible to see the likes of Pinto, Tergat, El Mousziz and the other big hitters warming up adjacent to the start. This further dents my confidence. Comparing them with me in my mind – they look extremely fit and focused – I look like a bright orange plonker and feel more like another adjective beginning with ‘f’.

    Helicopters fly overhead as we are escorted up behind the world’s top 26 milers. The thought passes through my mind with all this activity going on around, that either

    a) someone has escaped from Wormwood Scrubs,

    b) it’s the Queens Birthday or

    c) I’m about to have to run a very long way!

    If it were a multiple choice, I think I’d go for b) The Queen’s Birthday. I could have a relaxing drink, sit on the grass in the sun and take the odd photograph of the passing procession. A far better option I’m sure.

    Over to my left I can see Sir Steve on a raised platform about to utter the immortal words. Sure enough, without much further warning there is a loud bang and we’re off.

    The game plan is to take it reasonably easy over the first few miles but maintain a pace that will still give me a fighting chance of the 2:30 target. This requires an average of about 5:44 miles and, although I do not feel to be running particularly fast, the excitement of the crowds and the noise are something new to me and the first mile is run off in 5:35. I settle down a little and the two mile mark is reached in 11:16.

    As the field starts to spread out the chilly cross wind can be felt which makes me think that this is probably not one of the faster London days. Almost immediately, I can hear over an unseen P.A. system a race radio commentator informing the multitudes that this is perfect weather for running marathons. Remaining rather cold and being buffeted by the wind, I conclude that obviously the DJ has never ventured more than 20 yards away from his no-doubt brightly coloured MR2 soft-top.

    By mile three I’m with a small group all of whom seem happy with the same kind of 5:40 pace that suits my objective. I stay with them trying my hardest to relax which, as you may imagine, is a difficult task. Trying hard to relax must be considered quite a contradiction in terms.

    10 k in 35:11 – ideal, just ahead of schedule and still feeling comfortable. Rounding Cutty Sark, I hear a familiar voice in the crowd shout “David”. I wave but with so many people watching, I don’t recognise a sole. Six miles further on I’m with the same group, still moving at a similar pace. However, all of a sudden it’s becoming more difficult to stay with them. I’m not out of breath but my knees are beginning to ache and my running is no longer fluid. Across Tower Bridge and a gap starts to open. I try to pull it back but I realise that although I could probably close it down, I’ve got over fourteen miles to go. It is at this point that I realise that the lack of racing miles has left me somewhat short of my objective.

    Halfway in 1:14:53. In theory still on target however, in practice, becoming very unlikely. Legs rapidly becoming sore; moral dropping by the stride. Still nearly half the race to run and I’m having to resort to a damage limitation exercise.

    The loop around the Isle of Dogs becomes a real drag with lots of unexpected twists and turns that I really could do without. The highlight is seeing my family at about 18 miles. This bucks me up a little and I briefly raise my game. However, I soon drop back to what appears to me to be a real slog. My knees and feet are becoming seriously sore. I have an overwhelming desire to say sod it and find an alternative way to The Mall. However, in reality I recognise this is not an option as, no matter how painful my current endeavour, it is but a mere drop in the ocean to the mental and, no doubt, physical torture I would have to endure from my wife, if I were to pack in.

    As the miles painfully pass, I find myself actually passing one or two other runners. These guys appear to have hit the wall in big style as they all look as if co-ordination of individual footsteps is becoming a problem.

    This is not helped by those bloody cobbles at the start of the embankment. I think back to watching a video of Pinto in last year’s event. He ran over this section of the course as though it was downhill, with a tailwind and riding Steve’s motorbike. (I use this comparison to Steve’s bike as it is the fastest thing I can think of – and I’m extremely envious). I now realise that this section has a very rough surface and is incredibly painful on the soles of the feet.

    It also dawns on me at this time that Pinto and his merry band have probably already finished and are relaxing with a nice cup of tea and Rich Tea biscuits.

    Looking at my time through the mile-posts I try to calculate my likely finishing time. Unfortunately, with the general fatigue, which must have now spread to my brain, I can only deduce with limited confidence that it will hopefully not require me to turn the page in my diary.

    As I near the finish I can only summarise the last few hours of my life as being quite disappointing. The lowest point being the run in to the line. I had previously imagined being full of running at this point, and being able to sprint the last 100 metres to just dip under 2:30.

    The reality was somewhat different.

    Passing under the finishing line did not end my problems. Firstly, I had considerable difficulty in climbing the ramp up to the platform to have my electronic chip removed. I could not get the crampons to fit and I’d left my ice axe back at the start. I put these problems down to altitude sickness.

    Secondly, my kit bag was located on the first of what seemed, with my blurred vision, to be an endless line of wagons. This meant that, having retrieved my belongings, I had to carry them approximately 400 yards through the pickup zone, whilst trying to keep warm wrapped in bako-foil. As the bag had an extremely long cord, and as my arms were very tired and appeared closer to the ground than normal (probably on account of my legs having become even shorter) – I found it extremely difficult to get the damn thing off the ground. Hence, I had the most humiliating experience of having to drag my belongings the complete length of one of the most famous streets in the world.

    So here’s to the next one – Manchester 23rd September 2001. Course has changed – starts in the city centre and ends at the velodrome. Must have a chance – I know the velodrome well.

    (Ed. Dave finished in a time of 2:39:11 which was 141st overall. Not Bad!)

    TERRY LARDNER TROPHY

    Most people will recall that when Terry passed away last year he bequeathed a sum of money to the running club. It was decided that we should use this money to purchase a trophy of some description that would be presented to the winner of an annual race in Terry’s memory.

    The committee have now finalised the details of the event, which are as follows:-

    The race will take place on November 11th at 10:30am and will start at the Taxal Lay-by.

    This is not a race that will be won by the fastest person, but will be won by the person who completes the course in a time closest to the estimated time they provide prior to the start of the race. You will not be allowed to wear a watch during the event. The start will be staggered.

    The course starts at the lay-by — passing the church — cross the road — through the fields onto Taxal Moor road — takes the 45o path onto Taxal Moor (passing the tree planted by the rambling club in memory of terry) — across Taxal Moor — through the woods — Over Windgather — climb to Pyms Chair — down road to Hoo Moor — Across Hoo Moor — through the farmyard to Knip farm — round the back of Knip farm to bridge — along fields and track to lay-by.

    Everybody is encouraged to take part in this event where everyone has a chance of winning. Please let me know in advance if you will be turning up for this event. Presentation in the Shady Oak afterwards!

    WHALEY 6

    As most people know, despite the Foot and Mouth we did manage to hold the Whaley 6 this year. Unfortunately because of the late decision, advertising was not very extensive and numbers were down on previous years. Still, 73 runners did take part and all seemed to thoroughly enjoy the event.

    ECCLES PIKE

    It was touch and go whether or not the Eccles Pike would take place this year. The FRA would not sanction any race unless permission was obtained from landowners to cross their land. Contacting landowners on the Eccles Pike route was not easy, especially when they were on holiday! However, perseverance paid off and Andy Jones managed to get in touch with the farmer at the last minute. 73 runners took part and Brian has kindly written the following notes on the evening:

    ‘This year’s Eccles Pike went off very well, this thanks to; a very good response on the night by Club members, some excellent pre-race organisation by Mark (almost single-handed it seems), and some good support from some non-club members.

    A special mention for Lou who received his commemorative Life Members Trophy for services rendered to the club in its formation, and for many years on the committee. He received a good round of applause from the competitors before the start of the race.

    I did also observe that the car parking went better than I’ve ever seen it, thanks to the joint Ayatollahs, Nick and Ralph. There’s a career there somewhere Nick!’

    LIFE MEMBERSHIP

    As Brian mentioned, life membership and a commemorative tankard were presented to Lou in recognition of the effort he has put in on behalf of Goyt Valley Striders. Lou has kindly written the following thank you note in response to this:

    THANK YOU

    ‘Dear Friends, just a few words to say thank you for the life membership of Goyt Valley Striders, conferred on me recently. To receive this was in itself very pleasing, but to receive it engraved on a truly handsome pewter tankard was fantastic.

    Although I have regrettably had to reduce my running to little more than an occasional jog (due to an unfortunate medical condition) I have by no means given up on the pursuit of physical fitness.

    I am now enjoying mountain biking whenever the demands of work and DIY allow (I never seem to have a paintbrush out of my hands these days!). Please be assured of my full support in the years to come and once again thank you.

    Best regards

    Lou Lomas’

    NEW CLUB VESTS

    In response to some of the complaints regarding the previous batch of club vests that were purchased we have commissioned a new batch to be made.

    A number of people complained of excessive rubbing, which resulted in ‘Joggers Nipple’.

    Tony Hulme has hunted high and low to find a different type of fabric that will solve the problem. Apparently the green that we use is not very common!

    Fortunately he managed to succeed and we are now the proud owners of 22 new club vests. I hope most members will take the opportunity to take advantage of what is a great price and purchase, at £9.00 (cost price).

    Even if we all buy one we will still have a stock of approximately 12 vests. This means we all have to try our best to attract new members to wear the vests!

    ‘OTTER 40’ BITES THE DUST

    It looks as though the Otters will no longer take place. I have been contacted by a runner from London who is a seasoned campaigner at the annual 40 mile event who believes the school has dropped it. The committee discussed whether or not we should attempt to take the event over but felt it was too big for a club our size. If anybody else feels they would like to take over the organisation then I think you will be most welcome.

    OTHER RACES

    Here are the details of races that are definitely taking place this year.

    Fell

    22/9 Lantern Pike (5M) 3:00pm

    23/9 Stanage Struggle (6¾) 11:00am

    14/10 Open Country Mountain Marathon

    Sherwood Forest

    Anybody Interested?

    Road

    7/10 10K Derby Classic 11:00am

    27/10 Witham 10 11:00am

    28/10 Holmfirth 15 10:30am

    25/11 Clowne ½ Marathon 10:00am

    WHALEY BRIDGE NEW SPORTS COMPLEX

    The new sports complex on the football field should soon be completed and may well become the new home of Goyt Valley Striders. We have definitely been offered a Sunday morning slot but are awaiting the final costs to be calculated before we can decide on whether to accept the offer. Members’ opinions would be gratefully appreciated on this matter. Meanwhile the following plans give an idea about what is expected to be available.

    LONDON MARATHON

    The closing date for entries to next years London Marathon is approaching fast. The 14th October is the last day, after which you will have to wait another year.

    The club is expected to have one entry this year, which will as usual, be drawn from those individuals that were rejected in the ballot. If there are no people who fall into this category then all members are eligible to apply for the entry.

    If anybody wishes to be considered for the entry then please let us know as soon as possible.

    CHRISTMAS MEAL

    It seems a long way off, but believe me it will be here sooner than you think. Shall we have a meal out this year or should we wait and double up with the AGM like last year. You views would be appreciated.

    WEBSITE

    Don’t forget that we have a club website.

    www.goytvalley.btinternet.co.uk

    We have now received over 520 visitors, which equates to approximately 3 a day. New things will be added shortly. Check out the weather on our website.

    Why not put pen to paper and write out a route that can be posted on the site. Details of routes can be sent to me and I will duly post them on the site.

    CAMPING BARN

    Due to the Foot and Mouth crisis it has not been possible to arrange a camping barn trip this year. Rest assured that we have not forgotten and will try and arrange a booking early in the New Year.

    CROSS COUNTRY

    Get fit for next spring and start the Fell Season with a bang. That’s what your competitors are doing by taking part in the winter Cross Country Series. Why don’t we do the same. Contact Mike Hudson or myself if you are interested.

    FRA RELAY

    We have not entered a team this year due to injury but will hopefully enter one next year.

    AND FINALLY…

    We need new members. The club now has less than 10 active members which is hardly enough to warrant an existence.

    We need ideas and help to stimulate more interest within the club and to attract new members. Somebody out there must have some ideas about what we can do.