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Sandbach Striders was born back in 2003. Since the early days, membership has grown with a firm ethos of the club being not just about running but social activities as well. The club is affiliated to UK AAA and has its own qualified coaches. Many other special events take place on various nights too.

The club meets on Wednesdays at 18:30 and Sundays at 09:00 at Elworth Cricket Club.

Whilst many members compete in races from 5k to Marathons, the emphasis remains purely on keeping people motivated and having fun. Why not scan through our race reports to see what we’ve been up to? Having read them, you’re sure to see why Sandbach Striders has developed the motto of being

"No Ordinary Running Club!"

Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Run Report: Trigger Training Run

It’d just been a training trip, John Lawton and I, quietly going off to reconnoitre the route over Black Hill part of the classic Marsden to Edale route. No need for any fuss, then Jill mentioned it in front of “Mik - you need to write a report – Escolme”. So here it is:
The Trigger is the latest event that pitches competitors against the classic Dark Peak 21 mile challenge route over Black Hill, Bleaklow and Kinder Scout. John and I set off last Wednesday to get in some valuable training and to familiarise ourselves with part of the route.

I’ve walked the Dark Peak for years in all sorts of weather but wasn’t prepared for the trial we underwent in a cruel five hours spent on the moor. Lightweight running gear, including waterproof body cover, hat and gloves are adequate and safe for the fell runner in the severest of conditions, providing you can keep running. And there was the problem, Black Hill consists of a bit of rock, a moderate amount of heather and tussocky grass but most of all a lot of bog, surrounded by bog with a bit of extra bog thrown in for good measure. Across this wild landscape lie few footpaths most notably the Pennine Way, which offers some slight easing of passage except when the eroded paths are full of ankle to knee deep snow. So it was that we struggled over 12 miles with barely being able to break into a trot, meanwhile the wind reached gale force and fired sharp hailstones at us.

We made it safely back to the car just before dark, it had truly been an ordeal and at times painful especially on our wet almost frozen feet. John lost feeling in both feet before the end; unfortunately for me I could still feel the pain in one of mine!
So with a harsh lesson in mental and physical discomfort, I’ve revised my anticipated time for the race in January and we’re off to reconnoitre more of the route sometime soon.
Why I hear you ask? Well, many reasons but one worth mentioning was the wild landscape that presented itself in dramatic fashion on that Wednesday. Huge dark inky clouds tinged with silver and pierced with shafts of gold against the browns, blacks and white of the snow splattered moors….stunning, absolutely stunning.


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