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No. 149, July 2005



Welcome to July’s Harriers Herald, beginning with Thursday night schedules and Secretary’s correspondence.  The major highlight for June was the Ridgeway Relay, when ten Harriers did exceptionally well to finish as 10th team, on the hottest day of the year.  Those who took part (including photographer, Tom) have written about their experiences.  There are also short race reports on the Handicap Race and the Lambourn 6K.  Mo’s Website report features ‘Daylong’ sun-protection cream, healthy sandwiches for runners and accommodation for High Peak 40 competitors.  Mo’s Fixtures article covers events ranging in distance from the Barbury Castle 5M, to the New Forest 10, to the Ridgeway 86.5M challenge.  Finally, Compton Harriers have received a letter of thanks from Compton Village Hall Committee, for our Downland Challenge donation to their funds..  Thanks to all who contributed their Ridgeway experiences to this month’s issue.




Thursday night schedule for July

Thurs    7th                    Martin to lead

Thurs    14th                  Dick to lead

Thurs    21st                        Susanne to lead

Thurs    28th                  Vicky to lead


Thursday night schedule for August

Thurs    4th                    Philomena to lead

Thurs    11th                  Handicap Race

Thurs    18th                  Lucy to lead

Thurs    25th                  Tom to lead


Correspondence received by Secretary

Abbreviations:  BCAA = Berkshire County Athletic Association; SEAA = South of England Athletic Association; AAA = Amateur Athletic Association of England; UKA = UK Athletics


Correspondence received


Subject matter


Race Secretary

Entry forms: Barns Green Half marathon (Sussex)

Mo & notice-board


Info. Update #89; Club-of-the year Award Winners; Athletics Development Update; Info. for volunteer coaches



Development Newsletter (Welfare);  Report on modernisation of athletics in the UK



Ridgeway Relay, Sunday 19th June


Compton Harriers finished a fantastic 10th out of 39 teams, in a time of 12:39:29


From the runners’ perspective……..


Leg 1 (Martin): Ivinghoe Beacon to Wendover Church, 11.2 M, 1:14:17

            (by Sue): After a fast downhill start, which saw Compton Harriers briefly leading the Ridgeway Relay, Martin settled into a comfortable pace in the leading group.  Despite a short accidental detour, he had an excellent run.  Strangely, Martin was the only Harrier who beat his estimated time (these targets having been set by….. Martin).  He passed over in 7th place to Lucy in what was to be, uncannily, the first of three ‘Mr to Mrs’ hand overs in the Harriers Ridgeway Relay team.


Leg 2 (Lucy): Wendover Church to Whiteleaf Car Park, 5.8 M, 56:02

My plan after the water-stop at Tring was to park up at the Leg 2 start and do a warm-up to the toilets in Wendover and back.  After pounding the hot tarmac for half a mile though, I was worried that the journey back would have too much of a warming effect.  But as luck would have it I met a worried pair of runners who hadn’t heard about the new changeover point and were feeling a little isolated in the empty car park.  They seemed delighted to give me a lift to the start, once I told them where it was!

I got back in plenty of time to cool down and get hyped up for the hills.  Martin came galloping in for a record time and I took off like a speeding tram through the alleys, hastily deciding to leave my camelbak behind.  The first person I saw was a chap who must have taken the wrong turn, then a lady in front, both of whom made a wider gap up the hill.  As we climbed the path to the monument a few people overtook me, and my legs started to grumble about the early activity.  The wooded areas gave some shelter and allowed me to engage in a duel with a leggy runner who was excellent on the ups, but let me steam ahead on the downs.  I eventually got ahead of him at Chequers, where I picked up my camelbak and a drenching from the team 1-litre bottle – an early form of team sponge.  For the next couple of miles I was chasing another chap who occasionally stopped to walk.  He eventually stopped to open a gate for me (what a gent!) just before the pub.  Too late I realised we had taken a short cut and avoided a narrow flight of steps.  Horrors!  What if I got a time penalty?!  At the pub I handed back my empty camelbak for the last hill.  Susanne had advised me to ‘Take a deep breath and run up’.  I took several and jogged up.  When I reached the 1-in-4 section I stopped jogging and took big strides with hands on knees, my breathing making painful noises.  With still an endless-seeming path to the finish I tried to resume ‘10k pace’ and eventually caught sight of the red and white tape through the trees.  I handed over to Pete with relief mixed with foreboding.  On the bare trails ahead he would be flambé!


Leg 3 (Pete): Whiteleaf Car Park to M40, 9.4 M, 1:31:40

My receipt of the invisible baton signalling the start of my leg coincided with my first hay fever attack of the day.  This resulted in a tightening of my lungs, and the reduction in oxygen meant all my energy was reserved for running – so apologies for not thanking the support team for drinks and glucose tablets at the time.

Whilst the heat did not cause undue problems it did mean that many of the opposition were unable to take advantage of my problems.  Equally poor navigation skills resulted in a couple of runners passing me twice after running unscheduled detours.  A third runner was heading into the distance before he heard my shouts and doubled back.  Sportsmanship is not dead.

Although there was a net drop in altitude in my leg it did officially contain 896 feet of ascent and a field with a bull in it to add interest.  The lack of runners in red vests and the heat meant the bull was content to be a spectator.

I had expected to hear the roar of motorcycle engines on the scrambling track next to the M40 to alert me to the fact that I was reaching the end of my leg.  I eventually learnt from a fellow runner that the circuit has been closed so my initial concern that I was further from the finish than I actually was turned out to be unfounded.  Fortunately the latter stages were flat and I felt more comfortable toward the finish than at the start!  Nonetheless I was pleased to hand over to Mo and undertake support duties for the rest of the day.


Leg 4 (Mo): M40 to Swyncombe, 5.4 M, 1:00:19

This year, it was with some trepidation that I left home with Sue on race morning, having injured myself 3 weeks previously and having run no more than 2 miles since the unfortunate event.  This year, I was down to run leg 4 for a change … at least it was shorter than my usual leg 3 by nearly 4 miles, so fingers crossed I would be able to run for 5 and a bit miles.  Anyway, our super-sub was bound to volunteer at the last minute to take over the leg … whatever was I worrying about?

On our arrival at the race start car park area, I looked around for Tom … he was bound to have his gear on, begging me to let him run leg 4 wasn’t he?  Alas no … armed with camera rather than running shoes, I’m sure I could see the obvious look of relief on Tom’s face as I arrived ready for action..

Never mind, one with such experience and ability as me would surely be able to stagger along for at least 5.4 miles!  A gentle jog down the road from the car park towards the race start area and then an even steadier one up the slopes towards the beacon confirmed that at least my limbs were moving and propelling me forward without too much discomfort … I should be OK.

As the race started and Martin came tearing down the hill in the lead, as if chasing the famous cheese of Cooper’s Hill fame, I turned round to jog back to the car park … I had at least another 3½ hrs before I would need to start worrying about my leg. 

As the dreaded hour approached, so the adrenalin built up and before I knew what was happening, Peter had handed over to me and I was on my way … no last-minute reprieve!  I took it very steady at first; unsure of the affect the pounding would have on my damaged left leg operating system, then I sped up to a jogging pace as the pain was just about bearable … the object was to finish  … I didn’t want to let the team down.

It’s funny, but I wasn’t aware that anyone went past me, except for a lady runner just after Pete handed over to me, yet according to the results I lost 4 places!  Encouraged by the team support, I did actually overtake another lady who was struggling in the 30 degree heat just after North Farm, before I put in a supreme effort in scaling the final ascent up K2 to hand over to Sue at Swyncombe Church.


Leg 5 (Sue): Swyncombe to South Stoke, 10.1 M, 1:22:28

Despite the early start to the day I was feeling remarkably sprightly.  However, I was apprehensive about running 10 miles as the temperature rose above 30oC: sunburn, sunstroke and dehydration were all concerns.  Well-hydrated, plastered in Susanne’s recommended sun-cream, and with cap on head, I waited at the top of the hill as Mo made his way towards me.  My stage started with a gentle downhill, before a very steep climb up through the woods where I overtook a lady from the Handy Cross team.  I felt quite comfortable on the undulating tracks round Ewelme Park, but battling through the field of shoulder-high rape was less enjoyable.  A short uphill wooded stretch, and I was met by the team with much needed water from Lucy. Correctly finding my way across the golf course this time, I reached Grim’s ditch for the steady descent.  The tough three miles were done.  I knew the rest of the route was flat or gently downhill and should be easier…..

Grim’s ditch is a lovely 3-mile long wooded track, but the trees seemed to provide little respite from the heat.  I passed a Headington lady but, reaching the B4009 near Crowmarsh, I was no longer enjoying it (and it shows in the photos!).  Following a drowning from Martin, I continued on my way.  My target time of 1:20 was forgotten as I slowed to a ‘just try to keep going’ pace.  I was briefly inspired to pass two exhausted competitors who were reduced to walking.  The final section alongside the Thames had gates at regular intervals, and I aimed to keep running between them, allowing myself a brief stop and swig of water at each gate.  Finally, I reached the road into South Stoke and wobbled up the High Street to The Perch & Pike, where Iain was waiting to take over.


Leg 6 (Iain): South Stoke to Bury Down, 10.4 M, 1:28:16

Discussing the concept of the Ridgeway Relays (or any sporting thing I do) with family members, friends and work colleagues always results in strange facial expressions, shaking of heads and finally a look of pity you would give a poor deluded fool.  I assure them that with the correct training, preparation and pace judgment anyone can do these events.  However Sunday 19th June 2005 was slightly different.  In terms of training, this year has seen me "concentrate" my "training" on triathlons.  Concentrate meaning one of two things: I have entered more this year than last (fyi I entered no triathlons last year) and I am drinking lager instead of Guinness.  So there was mistake number one.  In terms of preparation I (and I have to say my "wife-to-be" as well) am partial to the odd tipple.  As such maybe I should have thought a bit more about what I was saying and doing the previous evening "It's only 10.5 miles in the afternoon sun.  Having a couple more drinks won't harm me.  I can re-hydrate in the morning!!!!!!!".  The phrase "famous last words" springs to mind.  So with mistake number two comfortably under my belt I was in hot pursuit of a hat trick or even the "Triple Crown" of racing stupidity.  So as 1:30pm approaches and being well aware that EVERYONE has been suffering the whole day and now with the sun at its hottest I ready myself to continue the gladiatorial battle laid out between the racing teams.

With my adrenaline rushing, nerves jangling and bowels overflowing, Sue appears gazelle-like into the Stage 5/6 transition.  After the traditional hand slapping handover I set off at a pace that even Nick Bull could not have kept up even in his heyday.  Gliding effortlessly along the footpaths with the sun on my back I'm in the process of setting a 1500m PB never mind a 10-mile PB.  At this point a flash of caution races (no pun intended) across my mind "Maybe I should slow down" with my mental retort being "Faster, faster, you can beat last year’s time, be the hero of the team and go on to Olympic glory".  At this point dear reader you can clearly see that my strategy is working.  As I approach Goring the Adams Express is eating up the ground like something that eats a lot.  With energy and vigour I can see Streatley slightly elevated in the distance.  With elevated being the key word, I approach Streatley and start to experience some sort of altitude sickness as my legs start to go funny, my breathing becomes laboured and my nose starts to bleed (ok that is poetic licence).  Climbing out of Streatley I stagger across roads, lurch passed the golf course and shuffle towards hell.  Finally reaching the end of the tarmac I stop to refresh myself.  Pouring water over my head and down my gullet.  The only thing preventing me from throttling Martin at this point is energy.  Luckily I had no cheery person say "Only the easy half to go now".  Setting off again sees me having to scale the next section with every muscle of my body screaming STOP, only to find that in actual fact I am stationary, well in comparative terms anyway.  Apply a new strategy seems in order as the 6 minute miling has given way to some form of slogging.  Remembering all those beginner's running articles in Runners World, yes the ones I used to gleefully mock in the little world that is my head, I start to apply the 2 minutes run 1 minute walk strategy.  This proves rather successful apart from the 2 minute running bit but I persevere with reasonable success.  Finally approaching the concrete road with no water left and hallucinations starting to take over I see an Adonis like figure come towards me to save me from this hell on earth.  Unfortunately it only turned out to be Martin but at least he had water.  With my team on my side and re-energising me with words of encouragement and Tom making the most of the photo opportunity (thanks Tom you really know how to kick a man when he is down) I waddle off for my final stretch.  88 minutes and 30seconds after leaving South Stoke I eventually turn up at the car park at West Ilsley literally a shadow of my former self, satisfied that other people are about to suffer just as much as I have (sorry honey but it’s true).

So whose fault was it?  Well for the majority of my "run" Martin was to blame however, being logical and fair minded, I would blame Vicky as well.  As she forced me to drink alcohol the previous evening.

What is the moral of this story?  Don't trust English people.  So the question you will be asking yourself is "Will I be back next year?".   The only answer I have is yes.  Will I do stage 6 again?  Damn right I will.  Why?  Because I love it.  Thanks to everyone on the team for making a brilliant day and in particular to Martin for his organisation.


Leg 7 (Vicky): Bury Down to SW Wantage, 9.1 M, 1:22:28

I was not looking forward to my leg having seen the state of Iain after his ascent up the hill from Goring.  Iain’s last words whilst handing over to me at the start of my leg warned me to take it easy and not go out too quick.  So, as usual, I heeded his wise words and started off at what I thought was a reasonably slow pace.  The first couple of miles seemed fine, but then I started to struggle.  I gratefully took Martin’s sponge and water offered at the first crossing point with the road and even stopped for a minute.  After that I found it very tough, every ounce of energy seemed to have evaporated from my body.  After 3 miles, I doubted whether I could even make it around the last six!  The marathon seemed a distant memory.  Slight inclines even seemed a challenge and I have to admit to walking up a couple.  Many thanks to Martin for running out to meet me for the last ¾ mile of my leg – carrying a water bottle and offering lots of encouragement.  He also verified that the shining haze in the distance towards the end of my leg was in fact a silver car in the car park at end of my leg, and not a mirage.


Leg 8 (Phil): SW Wantage to Charlbury Hill, 7.8 M, 1:10:36

My first experience of the Ridgeway Relay started when Martin asked me whether I would be interested in taking part, to which I casually replied, “yeah no problem, put my name down.”  All went well with the preparation for my leg and even better the team kindly came with me when I first went to check out my leg.  It turned out not to be too bad a leg apart from a “bump” (a word I have come to dread since joining the Compton Harriers!) or two here and there, especially at the end.  Still I felt pretty confident of giving it my best shot.  However it was with increasing dread that I watched the temperatures rise rather steeply in the week leading to the 19th to 32oC on the day.  Yes, I know I come from Kenya! but at this point I should point out that, since I came to this country some 17 years ago, high temperatures and I no longer agree!

Anyway I was determined to give it my best shot and set off feeling positive.  I started off reasonably comfortably and even managed to overtake somebody within the first few minutes.  However after only about 25 minutes into the run I was beginning to get rather uncomfortable only to look ahead and see the team at a crossroads, what a lovely sight that was!  A good soaking from “the sponge” soon sorted me out and off I went again.  Knowing that I would soon meet the team again kept me going “between sponges” and this way I managed to complete my leg and even overtake a few more people towards the end.  All in all I had a great time and felt really supported.  I have not run as part of a team before and it was a great experience.  I would definitely do it again.  Thanks everyone for the great support.  Here’s to next year!


Leg 9 (Nigel): Charlbury Hill to Barbury Castle, 10.7 M, 1:18:15

As I lined up at Charlbury Hill in preparation for yet another mass start I considered, for a moment, the fact that the name of this event suggests that one would normally take over from one team-mate and hand over to another, but no, I was to take over from no one and hand over to no one!

Despite setting off at a fairly conservative pace, I soon found myself in the lead and things were going well until just beyond Liddington Hill.  A female runner apparently wanted to challenge me and kept pulling alongside, only to fall back every 200 metres or so.  Unperturbed, I soldiered on and, before very long, she appeared to be struggling and, rather alarmingly, began to weep as she ran (rather off-putting).

As I approached the road crossing on Round Hill Downs, I was aware that Martin was waiting to greet me with the club sponge.  Having already granted him permission to use it, I prepared myself for a soaking.  The cool water was welcome, but the sponge looked and smelled as though it had previously been used to wipe a canteen floor.

An easier section from here and I was relishing the thought of the downhill run into Ogbourne St. George, but on reaching the Roman approach road into the village, I soon realised that it was going to be a lot tougher than I’d expected.  There was little air at this level and the heat radiating from the tarmac made it feel like running on hot coals.

After a third rendezvous with the sponge in Ogbourne St. George, it was time to tackle the final 1.5 miles up to Barbury Castle.  Needless to say I was not looking forward to it but, with several other runners within range and great encouragement from the team, I managed to make it to the changeover, having overtaken three or four other teams on the final climb.


Leg 10 (Dick): Barbury Castle to Marlborough Leisure Centre, 9.4 M, 1:15:08

(by Sue): Dick was surprised that so many of the Harriers team did not look to be happy in their running on this hot day.  He said we would enjoy it much more if we tried smiling.  Dick set off from Barbury Castle in a mass start.  We met him at Hackpen Hill and again at Manton Stables and he was smiling on both occasions!  Who better to have on our ‘glory leg’?  While others faded in the last 2 miles, Dick maintained a good pace and gained several places.  Crossing the finish line he was still smiling and, by this time, the rest of us had recovered enough to smile with him and reflect on a tough but successful day.


And from the supporter’s perspective……..


What a Way to Spend Father’s Day

It’s 1a.m. and the Inkpen ‘Party in the Park’ is over.  Time for bed, but first a mug of coffee and a large tumbler of water to help flush out that rather nice Australian Grenache/Shiraz. Remember to set the alarm for 5a.m. after Obenfuehrer Fray made it very clear that arrival at the Institute gates after 6a.m. would not be tolerated. Sleep perchance to dream, only I’m woken up at 1 minute to five by a dig in the ribs from Maggy who tells me to get up and to turn the alarm off in case it wakes her!!

So far so good. After overhearing Martin saying that he had 11 potential runners for the 10 stages of the forthcoming Ridgeway Relay I had very reluctantly offered my services as 12th man or more precisely 11th person thereby selflessly putting aside all thoughts of personal honour and glory for the good of the club.

Ten to six I arrive at Compton. Not a soul to be seen. Still worried about Mo, the only fly in the ointment so far, who has claimed injury, a mysterious groin strain which threatens my whole strategy. Hopefully my ploy of pandering to his better nature and pointing out that it’s a family event and that as his wife would be running he really should support her and not let a little thing like a torn muscle prevent him taking part.

One minute to six and Martin turns up with Lucy and Nigel closely followed by Dick. That’s four out of the ten, good. I confirm that Mo and Sue will be going directly to the start and transfer my kit etc. to Dick’s car. Off we go, Dick driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding the choke out as we fail to slow down for any road cushions and Martin recedes further into the distance.

With no further instances we arrive at the car park by Ivinghoe Beacon. A quick check confirms that Sue and more importantly Mo have arrived and he’s not limping, a positive sign. A rather strangled hello indicates that Pete has also turned up. Seven in total, only three more to go. Things are looking hopeful. We make our way up to the start and I make some excuse about lighting and backdrop and settle down with my camera half way up the hill. Then they are off and over the brow they charge. Martin, arms flailing and showing total disregard for the steep downhill is in front as I desperately try to zoom in and focus as I’m not convinced I’ll get another chance to shoot a Compton Harrier in the lead.

By now the temperature is rapidly rising to the forecast 30+ oC and a rather exhausted looking Martin, though no longer in the lead, sets a cracking pace and is well up as he hands over to Lucy. The mantle of responsibility sits comfortably on her shoulders as she sets of with the conditions becoming more oppressive by the mile. By Chequers even the normally cool Lucy resorts to the relief of Martin’s magic sponge and as the end of her leg approaches a knowing smile flickers across her lips as she hands on to the unsuspecting Pete. Over the next few miles we manage to catch up with our man on several occasions as the effects of the heat and / or hay fever induce white foam to form at the mouth but nothing stops a Compton Harrier and he keeps on going. Meanwhile a careful eye kept on Mo has revealed no sign of any rapid deterioration in fitness, so it looks like I will be able to save my prepared excuses for another occasion – possibly a Handicap or even the Boundary Run.

Mo’s is an almost faultless run and he even avoids the now traditional bleeding nipples, cheerfully smiling for the camera when necessary except for the finish where no amount of encouragement persuades him to raise his head or at least look as if he is having fun and it’s only a little hill after all.

With her jaw set grim with determination, Grizzly cap jammed on her head and clutching her water bottle Sue takes over. The conditions have taken their toll and it looks like we will miss the cut off time for the mass start. This could affect the best laid plans of mice and Martin who can see all his careful planning unravelling. Dick on the other hand sees it as an opportunity to get to the pub quicker.  The heat, however, is not going to slow our Sue and it’s soon clear that we are in with a chance of making it to South Stoke in time. I’m more concerned that Iain and Vicky (runners 8 and 9) will be there and as luck would have it not only are they both waiting for us but Sue puts in a stormer and makes it before a slightly delayed cut off.

Now it’s up to Iain, early navigational conditions are overcome and then it’s constant uphill and the temperature has reached 32oC. But I’ve got more important things on my mind. Will the remaining member of the team, Phil, be waiting at Compton. She is a bit of a dark horse as she has only recently joined the club and has never run this race before. Then I spot the red car, she’s there, the final piece of the jigsaw, 10 out of 10, a full house, I can relax! I could kiss her but I don’t, instead I offer her a lift as that way I can be sure she gets to the start of her leg in good time.

From here on things start to get confused as Iain finishes in very good time but a series of mass starts kick in and I’m left trying to get to two places at once and worryingly Martin takes over responsibility for Phil. Still the temperature is dropping and it’s only 30o as Vicky sets a steady pace showing little sign of discomfort behind the sunglasses.

Meanwhile I race over to the next leg where Phil is about to be set off with two others. Despite her Kenyan background she is worried about the heat and has an early appointment with the sponge. It’s here I notice that whereas the male runners are left to douse themselves there are plenty of willing hands to ensure that the ladies and in particular their t-shirts get a good soaking.

            Phil turns out to be a thoroughbred and several drenchings later finishes having passed five other runners, but we’ve missed Nigel who is well into his leg by now. There’s only one opportunity to catch up with him and he obligingly smiles and makes it all look so easy. Why can’t he show pain like the others it makes for a much better, more interesting photo.

It’s the last leg, Dick is already on his way and The Bear beckons. At Hackpen Hill there is little sign of the limp and only one further chance of watching his progress before we all arrive full of excitement and anticipation at the Marlborough Leisure Centre to see Compton’s triumphant finish. Amidst cheers we see our man but what a dilemma, after 89.3 miles and with only 50 yds to go he catches up with a lady runner. What should he do be gracious and gentlemanly and run in with her or show the true spirit of Compton Harriers? No question. ‘Eat his dust Lady in Red’.

Tom Doy reporting, embedded with Compton Harriers Relay Squad somewhere on the Ridgeway.     


Tom’s photographs of the team in action can now be viewed on the Club website


Lambourn 6K, 26th June


At the time when I pre-entered the race, Mo’s injury was particularly bad, so he decided he would probably enter on the day.  However, the previous week’s Ridgeway Relay had aggravated his injury and, the day before the event, he decided he would take his bike and cycle round while I was racing.  Race day morning was rather hectic as we woke to find the fridge had defrosted itself over night and partly flooded the kitchen floor.  Mo kindly sorted it out (well, it wasn’t me who shoved the egg carton against the defrost knob!) while I ate my customary malt loaf and some strawberries that were floating in their punnet as a result of the fridge incident.  We arrived at The Lambourn Centre with half an hour to spare – time to off-load Mo’s bike, collect my number, visit the toilet and have a short warm-up.

Compared with the heat wave of the previous Sunday, it was cold (only 12oC) and breezy.  The organisers were pleased to have a record number of entrants (70) contesting the 6K event which was, as usual, laid back and friendly but also well-organised and competitive.  I ran with two men for the first 1K but the 1.5K uphill section spread us out and the rest of the route was a bit of a lonely run.  Mo was waiting with the camera at the top of the downhill section but, once he’d taken the obligatory photo, he sped off.  I reached the finish in 23:59 as first lady, for which I received a little trophy.

I commented to Mo afterwards that I really like this event, to which he replied ‘because you won?!’.  Well, that’s a bonus, but it’s just the kind of distance I enjoy – why aren’t there more 6K road races on offer?  Plus, it’s a nice local event, you can have a good hard race and be home again by lunchtime.


Handicap Race


            For the first time in several years, Jan was unable to time-keep for the Handicap Race, so it was up to me to me to try to keep up her good work.  Having had an early run round the route myself, I set off the six runners.  Phil was worried about finding her way, so she set off with Lucy.  Pete had persuaded his colleague Ebrahim to come along, so those two set off together.  Dick set off shortly afterwards, while Martin had to wait a further 2 minutes for his start.  As there was a ‘Birds of Prey’ display happening in the cricket field, I thought I could watch that for 8 or 9 minutes then have time to get back to see the first runner in.  However, as I was leaving the cricket field to get back to my station, I saw Dick racing along the road in hot pursuit of Lucy, so I had to get up a bit of a sprint myself in order to clock the (rather approximate) times.  Bring back Jan!  Anyway, Lucy crossed the line first just 2 seconds off her PB, while Dick equaled his April time for second spot.  Martin took third place in a very quick time with Phil 4th.  Had Phil set off at her correct start time she would have been first home as she knocked an incredible 83 seconds off her predicted time.  Ebrahim struggled, despite Pete’s encouragement, and had to drop out leaving Pete to bring up the rear.  The next Handicap Race is scheduled for 11th August.




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Website update…



Has anyone made use of the Runner’s Survival Guide I featured in last month’s report? Unfortunately there was nothing to help with my own left side aches and pains from hip to knee … except for the much-appreciated odd massage by my luverlee one.


With the exceptionally hot weather recently, it’s important when running in the sun to be aware of its capacity to cause damage to the skin. With this in mind the first link for the month is which features Daylong sun protection cream … and several of us have first hand experience of it’s excellent protection properties having used it during the recent Ridgeway Relay (speak to Susanne for more details).


My next link concerns one of my favourite subjects … food!  Runners World have provided a really good article on Nutrition aimed at the special needs for a healthy and balanced diet for runners.  There are several turbo-charged sarnie recipes and a string of links to other related articles … enough to keep you interested for hours!  The link is


Finally, for anyone who may be considering the High Peak Challenge in September and is in need of a place to stay, I was asked by the owners of a local B & B (who happen to be runners themselves) if I would include a link to their website, so here it is … 



Fixtures: A selection of local and other well known events for your information.  If you need any entry forms, I can email most of them on request.



·   Saturday 2nd  July 2005 - DORNEY DASH 10K - 10:00am, Eton College Rowing Centre, Boveney, Windsor, SL4 6QP


·   Sunday 3rd July 2005 – 10K SAM RUN 2005 and 5K RUN – start 10:15am (5k); 10:30 am (10k)


·   Sunday 10th July 2005 - NEW FOREST 10 - 12:45pm at New Park Farm, Brockenhurst, Hampshire. Closing date: June 30


·   Sunday 10th July 2005 - WYCOMBE HALF MARATHON -  9:30am, The Rye, High Wycombe


·   Wednesday 20th July 2005 BARBURY CASTLE TRACK ‘N TRAIL 5 – 7:30 pm Barbary Castle car park


·   Sunday 24th July 2005THAMES RUN 8.3 MILES – 11:30am Kinecroft, Wallingford.



·   Wednesday 3rd August 2005PEWSEY MID WEEK 5 – 7:30 pm  Pewsey Sports Centre


·   Sunday 14th August 2005PINEWOOD 10K – 11:00 am Pinewood school, Bourton, Swindon.


·   Sunday 14th August 2005BEARBROOK JOGGERS 10K – Aylesbury Rugby Club, Weston Turville,


·   Saturday 27th & Sunday 28th August 2005 – The Second RIDGEWAY 86.5 MILE CHALLENGE 10:00 am Ivinghoe Beacon.  Registration in nearby Ashridge car park from 08:30am.  Details now on Compton Harriers website


·   Sunday 28th August 2005VALE OF PEWSEY HALF MARATHON – 10:30 am Pewsey Sports Centre


·   Sunday 4th September 2005KERRIDGE 10K – 10:30 am Highclere castle


·   Sunday 4th September 2005 - HEADINGTON 10K - 10:30am, Worminghall, Oxford, HP18 9JX


·   Sunday 11th September 2005 - ALDBOURNE 10K - 11:00am, Aldbourne Football Club, Farm Lane, Aldbourne, SN8 2DS


·   Saturday 17th September 2005HIGH PEAK CHALLENGE 40 – 08:00am Buxton, Derbyshire. 


·   Saturday 17th & Sunday 18th September 2005ISLE OF WIGHT FELL RUNNING SERIES – 11.00 am Winter Gardens, Ventnor, Isle of Wight


·   Sunday 18th September 2005 - CHARLBURY STREET FAIR 10K  - 10:30am, The Playing Close, Charlbury, Oxford


·   Sunday 16th October 2005AKZO NOBEL ABINGDON MARATHON 9:00am Tilsley Park, Abingdon. Closing Date 30th September 2005.


  (Mo – July 2005)