Category: Results

Christmas Handicap and Sports Personality Results 2016

Christmas Handicap and Sports Personality Results 2016

Jason Brogan

Congratulations to Ian Fennell and Mel Barber for winning the Sportsman and woman of the year awards. Carl Summers and George Lawson were runners up in the men’s award, and  Emily Hughes and Jessica Morrissey were runners up in the women’s award.

In the Christmas Handicap, well done to Mo Fox for winning the senior’s race, and Steffi Berndt for winning the junior race.

Download the seniors results here and the junior results here

Manchester, so much to answer for – a review of the 40th Greater Manchester Marathon 2016

Manchester, so much to answer for – a review of the 40th Greater Manchester Marathon 2016

Jason Brogan

 

 

Our great city

Manchester gave the world the industrial revolution, computers, vegetarianism, libraries, the inception of the labour movement and women’s rights.  This fine city produced the Halle, Morrissey, Tony Wilson, the Royle Family, Rolls Royce, Manchester Harriers and Ricky Hatton as well as at least one world class football team.

 

The Greater Manchester Marathon was voted best marathon by Runner’s World last year as well as most improved race.  So the very last thing we expected from Manchester this year was a complacently conceived shambles.

 

The chaos begins

We arrived early on the tram, Chris, Lloyd, Glen, Graham, Jason, Emma and me.  We were to be joined by Jackie, Sarah, Wendy and Dennis.  We had trained for weeks under Jason’s patient instruction. Plodding the dark, wet streets of Manchester and pounding the dimly lit track at Wythenshawe, narrowly avoiding stray Winston Runners running the wrong way.

 

We arrived to the busy race village throng at the cricket ground, strong as gods, and we quickly set out to find somewhere for a poo.  We were confidently directed to “a load of portaloos”, but they had not been ordered.  Instead we were left to huge queues for the few toilets available as the chaos enfolded.

 

After a long wait for the toilet and with the start time impending I entered a scrum for the small singularity through which 1,000s of bags should pass.  In panic I chucked my bag gratefully towards Glen further into the scrum and legged it to the start line.  I didn’t know where anyone else was.  I saw Chris briefly stood on a wall with a glint in his eye and Jason as he strode with confidence to his rightful place near the front with Lloyd.

 

On to the race

The race began with some poor souls still left on a loo, some still trying to put their damn bags in and some left stranded somewhere in Trafford not having managed to park.  But it was exciting now, the sun was out and the carriageway stretched into the distance holding our dreams of glory and PBs.

 

I set off with the 3:15 pacer and got into a rhythm with that group.  The good people of Manchester lined the streets for us and we all started to smile.  There was music from bands and large choirs of ladies draped in black.  There were children with jelly babies, proud club mates old and new, boys and girls screaming our names and old men voicing their approval.  Everyone had turned out for us.

 

The course was not well organised.  It wasn’t clear when a drinks station was coming up and runners swerved dangerously across the road at the last minute.  Some points were far too narrow for the number of runners.  The mile markers were way off, with mile 19 proudly indicating what was in fact 19 and a half.  But yet people got together, drinks were passed round, obstacles highlighted and care was taken not to impede others.  At the London Marathon I saw people turn on each other at times, but there was none of this in Manchester, as everyone worked together.

 

Things start to get hard

People often say after a marathon that they were going really well till the last few miles.  Duh!  That’s the point.

 

Jason and Lloyd had set off at a stiff sub 3 pace and were beginning to see that their gamble had not paid off.  Mile by mile these two fine athletes were reduced to shuffling like old men.  First Jason shuffled past Lloyd, then Lloyd past Jason in their battle for the top.  It had all the drama of the 100m sprint for the over 90s.  But through grit and experience Jason got the best of this dramatic “shuffle off” (3:14 for a “good for age” for London) and Lloyd (3:15, just short of a GFA) drifted behind.  Jason described it has as his hardest race ever.  Again.

 

Chris and Glen ran nearly even pace for a fantastic PB (3:24) and debut time (3:40) respectively.  Despite the support of the amazing Barlow ladies, I lost a few minutes at the end and was just glad to finish to be honest (3:20), promising myself a rest next year.  Emma ran an outstanding 3:26 despite a late entry and not having been able to train for the last 10 weeks!  Sarah ran a fantastic PB (3:44) earning her a GFA for London.

 

Graham (3:35) didn’t quite reach his dream of sub 3:30, explaining later that it was just too long and too hard.  Jackie had a fantastic debut time of sub 4, which was so well deserved and I hope she does another.  Wendy and Dennis were close to 4 hour too, a sound marathon time.  All in all a good day for Manchester Harriers.

 

At the end

I made my way to the baggage queue at the end and was fortunate to get a place next to Jason.  We discussed our race and I held his place whilst he went to be sick from time to time still recovering from his dramatic shuffle off.  The queues were long and much worse would come as later runners faced unacceptable waits of hours in the cold, whilst the effects of the marathon took its toll.  As Glen explained in the MEN no less “it’s not really what you need after you have run 26.2 miles”.  It really isn’t.

 

After getting my bags I walked to the cricket ground for a sit down.  I passed a runner posing for a picture with his two little kids, as his foil blanket glinted from the sun.  He looked so proud and they looked so happy.  As I sat on the seats of the cricket ground in the sun I overheard tales of glory and plans for future races as proud friends and family listened on.

 

The organisers of the 40th Manchester Marathon let us all down, but the people of Manchester did not.  There was every ounce of bravery and kindness that you could hope to find at any marathon.  Manchester deserves a marathon and I hope it continues in the future in better shape.  Next year though I will be supporting you all, not running.  And I’ll hold your bags.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Adidas Thunder Run 2015

Adidas Thunder Run 2015

Jason Brogan

A couple of reviews from last weekend’s Thuinder Run……

Thunder Run Extravaganza

It was the day before the unknown, and we were heading towards our destination, replacing rainy Manchester for rainy Derbyshire. Thoughts of ‘why are we doing this?’ had been circulating since the planning meeting. A meeting which main results consisted of the true nature of Chris’ hole in the head being revealed and Jason being told he resembled an epileptic chihuahua. The odds were stacked against us.

Despite all this, the team of 5 (James, Jason, Chris, Lloyd and myself, as the token female) were excited to be taking on a new running challenge. The Thunder Run being a 24 hour race, consisting of 10k loops. The main aim of the game, is to run as many laps as possible in the designated time. Teams vary in size and combos. The course is basically a cross country course, equipped with the usual delights of a few hills and some woodlands.
Upon arrival at the gates to Catton Park, which is similar to what I imagine those of heaven being like, we not only found James but we also found a man to direct us in.Territory had been well and truly claimed in the form of mass acres of land being taped off in the anticipation of a the appearance of faraway running tribes. After some borderline panic we found an extremely good spot to set up camp, not too far from the start and finish area. The swift actions of putting the tents up, getting stuff out of car and temporally removing car, allowed some time for a pre-race glass of South African Shiraz.
Saturday morning, and the party really got started with the arrival of Chris and Lloyd. Off we strutted to the pre-race briefing, all full of the joys.It was at this point that Captain Jason, was summoned to the start area. The rest of us tottled off to find a good spot to take some photos of the start. Whilst waiting patiently for the starting gun, an old estates man of the Thunder Run, enlightened us about the course, in a nutshell – ‘most’ of the tree routes are painted in luminous paint for the night time shifts. The gun went, Jason ran past somewhere in the midst of the crowd, spider man sprayed us with his spider web and the chihuahua managed to teleport itself threw the railings and was standing on the course.
On Jason’s return he was quizzed about the nature of the beast. His instant reaction of ‘that was really difficult’ was later replaced by ‘it’s not as bad as I thought’. Those still to run decided to cling on in desperation to the latter. The sun decided to make an appearance as I began my first lap. Most would have seen this as a good omen. I made friends with a man who took his top off. But found the course enjoyable anyway. Due to the nature of our tactics, which differed to every other team (!) Chris, our secret nighttime weapon, ended up doing most of his runs in the dark. And he did it very well. Unlike me who managed to run off the course a few times and land awkwardly in a small ditch. Special shout out to James, who in true team spirit, shared his superior head torch.
Sunday is greeted with many a groan, in want of a better term, we’d all pretty much ‘had it’. But solidered on regardless. An executive decision was made that the last lap should be walked. So that’s what happened, with some photography opportunities and accidentally getting in the way of other runners thrown in. James and Chris’s smiley faces greeted myself and Jason as we completed the last 400m together, as a team, minus Lloyd who’d had to dash off to Argos to buy replacement toothbrush heads, obviously.
All in all, the Thunder Run 2015 was challenging but like nothing any of us had every done. We managed a respectable 22nd out of 113, in the mixed 5 category.  I now dream of the 8K marker and the general consensus is that we’ll be back next year. As will you Dear Reader, after reading this inspiring report.
Emma Tolond

The Thunder Run: A lot can happen in 24 hours

The concept of the unparalleled Thunder Run is simple. Mark out one 10K lap of the Staffordshire countryside and challenge people to do as many of these laps as they can in 24 hours. You can do it on your own if you like, in a pair, small or larger team. You can do 1 lap, more than 20 laps or just sit and watch. You can walk a lap or run it as fast as you can, it’s up to you.

Over the years the Thunder Run has built up cult status amongst the running community. Jason had secured us our valued place as a mixed team of 3-5 runners; Jason, Lloyd, Emma, Chris and me. We really had no idea what to expect. The day arrived sooner than we expected and we set out about somelast minute prep, lap negotiation and a little training.
Jason, Emma and me arrived at the site to heavy rain and a scene resembling

Glastonbury 1997. Other clubs from across the UK had got there early and cordoned off large areas and we struggled to find a place until we came across a perfect spot quite near the start line and close to some toilets. We went to sleep with heavy rain around us and some trepidation.

We woke to blue skies and sunshine! Chris and Lloyd arrived later and we had a look around. The start line was fringed by runner’s merchandise outlets, food stalls and a traditional red British Bus converted into a bar. The relay changeover looked straightforward with a sheltered pen where the next runner waits to be handed over to. There was a briefing of sorts, then the whole site gathered to witness in huge anticipation the very start of this 24 hour race.

Jason kicked off with lap 1, knocked out 46 minutes, but came back with tales of horror. We would need spikes. The mud would get worse. The hills are long and hard. It twists and turns. Lloyd next, who is no fan of XC, but he ran soundly and we cheered him on as he got up that last steep hill. Jason again, then Lloyd, then on to Emma, with another strong run. The ground seemed to be drying out now, we were ahead of time and feeling good about ourselves.

!My first lap was pure running joy, like a rollercoaster. An anxious wait, then on to the course, a long climb up, then tumbled down and around the twisty forest trails. At some point I was spat out into the campsite itself and ran past tents holding well intentioned, but comfortable spectators. Then back into the forest, up something called the Conti run, a marked out steep Strava segment, then along a high ridge with clear views of Staffordshire. From 8K it is downhill, through the campsite, a steep, but short hill and back.

Emma again, then me, then Chris, who loved the course, then Jason, then Lloyd, then Jason and then …… Lloyd. He came back looking like death, prodigiously ate all the snacks he could, then retired to bed with just the occasional sounds of cramp induced yelps (and later on snores), to be heard from his pod. It was getting dark now and things were starting to get serious. On to me for my first night lap. I’d never run in the pitch black before, but basically it was like a rollercoaster in the dark. In other words a whole lot of fun. But my second night run was no fun at all, in fact it was a bit of a slog. I was starting to get tired. Whilst I slept it was Chris, then Jason, then Lloyd and then Emma. Everyone was struggling now and my morning lap was just a question of getting round with no chance of another. I arrived back expecting Emma, but her leg was injured from a slip on her night run, so Chris had been moved forward despite running nearly all night. We’d all done 5 laps with Jason doing 6.

We decided a final lap would be walked by Jason and Emma. The rest of us waited near the end of the lap and we all walked it in together, which I’d like to say we did arm in arm, but the others ran on at the end leaving me limping behind, no longer capable of running! A lot had happened in 24 hours, but we’d made it, run 270K, averaged 50ish minutes per 10K and came 22nd out of 113 teams.

There’s a famous quote that if you want to win something run 100m, but if you want to experience something run a marathon. To this I’d add if you want to experience a little more do the Thunder Run. There’s room within the concept for everyone to experience it their way. Whether it be the crazy solo runners, the club runners trying to do the best for the team, the running hobbyists happy to enjoy a few laps or the spectators cheering on their team whilst enjoying a BBQ and a few beers. We hope you’ll join us and do it in your way next year!

James Hinde
Some photos here
Full results here