Congratulations to Steve Pepper on winning the 2011 Club Handicap Race!
Full results are available here
Sunday 25th
September meant it was time for the much anticipated Sandbach Striders handicap
challenge.
A simple
concept really, well, sort of simple, but let me explain how it worked. A
couple of Wednesday’s back, I was asked along with other club members, to run
the 10k race route as fast as I could. Simples? after all we are a running
club, and running is what we do, so, so far so good. Then, when having completed the run each
runner had his/her time recorded and we could get on with socialising whilst the
organisers amongst us namely Catherine and Claire pulled out a lap top and
started entering data.
10 days
later, on a wet Sunday morning we arrived again
at the club to actually carry out this handicap race. On arrival the organisers Catherine and Clare had began cooking bacon for bacon rolls. I’m not sure if they knew, but I think they thought that having a club smelling of gorgeous bacon on a Sunday morning might make people run back faster to sample said bacon, a ploy sadly in my case that would not work, but in the case of Martin, Giles and Mr Pepper seemed to work just fine.
at the club to actually carry out this handicap race. On arrival the organisers Catherine and Clare had began cooking bacon for bacon rolls. I’m not sure if they knew, but I think they thought that having a club smelling of gorgeous bacon on a Sunday morning might make people run back faster to sample said bacon, a ploy sadly in my case that would not work, but in the case of Martin, Giles and Mr Pepper seemed to work just fine.
Now on to
the race itself, me being me and training for my inaugural marathon in just two
weeks at Chester
(along with many others in the club) now runs even slower than I did before.
Something about not turning up to Mik’s speed training sessions, and trying to
just pace myself at a speed for 26 miles whereby I won’t blow up meant I was
tasked with setting out first.
This was
sort of a Hare v Tortoise story, only with differing results. I started off first as I was err… last 10 days
ago. Then, when the next person’s allotted time appeared on the clock they set
off after me. This would mean that I would have a 6 min head start over Evonne
who was due out next, and a whopping 17 minutes over Martin, Giles and the
other quicker runners. This did seem a little unfair and a bit biased towards
me but hey ho, I would run with it, finish, pick up my prize, eat all the bacon
and be sat on the sofa watching the Grand Prix by Mid day.
The course
is mixed terrain, across fields through a couple of gates and then on to the
road. It then follows a huge loop which gives the impression that you are
running miles away, before you actually head for home. The course we used for
the event is nearer to 7 miles and not the 10k that is used for the club race.
As I continued, I couldn’t help think how lonely I was. I was putting in some decent times (for me) and clocking up about 9-20 MM. As I reached the end of mile 1, I looked around and there was no one in sight. I carried out this tactic for the next 4.5 miles quietly laughing to myself and planning whether to have red or brown sauce on my Bacon buttie along with eating an extra one or two whilst I awaited the others.
Sadly for
me though, something happened at about mile 4.5-5. I looked behind to see that
both Evonne and Liz were actually now only a few hundred yards behind me!! How
on earth did that happen? All I could think of, was that if they arrived back
before me the bacon would be gone. A sad reality as one by one over the next
mile, they all came past me. First though was not Liz or Evonne but Mr Pepper
whom appeared well on his way to a club handicap victory. Slowly but surely,
(very slowly in my case) the runners came streaming past me. However I did
manage to hold a few off and enjoyed watching the sprint race between Bob
Kettle and Chairman Terry at the end. The Bulley couple (that’s by name not
appearance) brought the proceedings to a fine end and allowed us to then go in
to the club to see the results. Having picked up the results I then was given
my treat by the two organisers whom had roped in Clare’s young daughter to feed
us all those lovely bacon baps and pour out some much needed fresh Orange juice.
So for
next year, note to self, attend speed training more and do not go out for a big
meal the night before the race and I might just might not be the tortoise.
Till next time, The Chester Marathon in 2 weeks!!! EEK
Paul
What a handsome looking chap!
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