Race Report : WWHR – The Hometown Show

Like a touring rock band, the swaggering, swearing louts of Worsthorne With Hurstwood Runners had to face a sobering Grand Prix reality on Sunday: The Hometown Show.

Despite the impressive number of runners standing on the brink of a debut grand slam, Worsthorne Moor was where it all began for our little club. We know every nook and cranny of the race route and regularly enjoy a good club run up there.

Not that this insider knowledge softens the blow of the climbs though. They never get easier, we just get quicker. Or so JR says. That rocky ascent after Gorple Road is a killer in most weathers and if there’s a cruel wind blowing from the hills then you’ve had it.

A bit of breeze would have been welcome on Sunday though as temperatures in the parish reached boiling point (OK… 20 degrees). The only plus point pre-race was the fact that our pals Clayton Harriers were organising proceedings and we didn’t have to lift a finger.

Pacing is key on the Worsthorne 7 and the runners who were quick out of the traps would soon be caught in a climb’s time. Another tip, useless, I know, until next season, is to hug the grassy bits of the climbs where possible. In trail shoes those stretches are preferable to the uneven rockiness of the main path. But enough about geology.
Come the finish we learnt that, in a club first, one of our runners had won a prize.

Victoria Ridge, a smart young lady from the wrong side of the Pennines scooped second in the V35 category and a bottle of wine for her troubles. Sitting pretty in 11th, Vicky is knocking on the door of the top ten going into Sunday’s grand finale.

V for Victoria, indeed.

We are so proud of her, not least for condoning the wayward choice of running shorts sported by her husband Matt, one of our fastest male runners. With his trim physique and excellent running style Matt looks every inch the superstar athlete until you get to the waist. Swimming shorts, army shorts, you name it, he’s worn it.

So after a few pints on Sunday, Matt decided to designate Boulsworth funky shorts day. If you feel inclined, wear your loudest shorts with pride… or edge away from the Weirdos from Worsthorne.

I’m signing off now to Google a fetching luminous man-kini.

See you Sunday… it’s been emotional.

– Worsthorne With Hurstwood Runners

Race Report : Glastonbury for Runners?

A new Grand Prix runners’ perspective on the Trawden Trails from the ever-growing Worsthorne with Hurstwood Runners club…

“The first thing that struck us Grand Prix virgins as we headed off the built-up main roads of Colne and into scenic Trawden was just how much the area reminded us of Worsthorne and Hurstwood, the name we proudly wear emblazoned across our vests. The second thing was how popular the Trawden 7 Trail Race is.

Edging our car into an overspill farmer’s field that had been given over to parking, and with memories of the previous night’s Glastonbury footage still fresh, you’d have been forgiven for thinking you’d just pulled up at a music festival. But this actually was a festival of sorts – a celebration of running.
Urged to sign up in advance, the queue of pre-registered runners was far longer than the on-the-day one. A reminder of the old Haçienda nightclub in Manchester where the guest list queue was twice as long as the normal one.

With a field of 450, this wasn’t your average Grand Prix race and a delayed start reflected the sheer volume of runners that needed to be processed.

But once underway things took on a more familiar feel. The race quickly strung out and we soon found ourselves in the company of our regular adversaries.
Trawden new boy Mick Hughes looked worse for wear but it wasn’t just booze that had taken its toll. The master masseur and all-round good egg had taken part in a triathlon in another country less than 24 hours earlier but was determined to take part in his club’s showpiece race. Even at half-pace, he still beat most of our runners.
The big hill drew groans and moans from even the most hardened of runners in our vicinity. Expletives were even uttered by some when they discovered the kink in the road wasn’t actually the crest of the hill but merely the halfway point.

Still, we powered on in ernest repeating “what goes up must come down” over and over again. When the descents came they were magnificent. We let gravity do its thing and tried to catch a lungful of thick Lancashire air before the next bump arrived.

The Wycoller village bit was a pretty last mile and we looked on enviously as tourists leisurely sat soaking up the summer day outside the coffee shop.

But refreshments were not far away and on crossing the finish line we were handed bottles of local ale.

“Do you want it opening or are you taking it home?” said the lovely Trawden volunteer. She had clearly never met our debauched assembly of misfits before.

“Open please,” and with that we toasted a job reasonably well done.

Nine down, five to go.

Worsthorne with Hurstwood Runners (WWHR)”

Race Report : 2019 Burnley Lions 10k

BURNLEY LIONS 10K IN COLNE

(Fourth race of the Pendle and Burnley Grand Prix)

237 runners in the 34th Lions race on Friday evening, 24th May, enjoyed dry but slightly breezy weather, which brought a creditable first place time of 32 mins 35 secs from Ben Fish of Blackburn Harriers, 50 seconds faster than Thomas Corrigan, who finished in 33mins 25 secs, 20 seconds faster than when he won the race in 2016. Third in the men’s race was Jacob Watson with a time of 34 mins 18 secs.

Jacqueline Collins of Barlick Fell Runners, came first in the ladies’ race for the second consecutive year in 42 mins 11 secs, followed by Catherine Derbyshire (Accrington Road Runners) in 44 mins 21 secs and Lindsay Davies (Blackburn Harriers) in 46 mins 02 secs.

The first man and woman received a month’s free gym membership, for which we thank Xercise4Less, Burnley, and a 1 litre bottle of gin.

Burnley Lions Club would also like to thank Colne cricket club for their hospitality for registration and to Park High school for continued use of their grounds for the finish; to main sponsor Furnico of Colne; and to Sainsburys, Burnley for supplying welcome bottles of water for runners at the end of the race.

Other class winners by age category were as follows:

MEN

U20 Alex Mason, Barlick Fell Runners, 36-28
V35   Jacqueline Collins, Barlick Fell Runners, 42-11
V40 Christopher Davies, Blackburn Harriers, 35-19
V45 Maurice O’Brian, Holcombe Harriers, 39-02
V50 Glen Goodwin, Accrington Road Runners, 37-51
V55 Alan Lundberg-Bury, Rossendale Harriers*, 37-28
V60 Thornton Taylor, Rossendale Harriers, 41-25
V65 Stephen Biscomb, Clayton-le-Moors Harriers, 46-42
V70 Ken Taylor, Rossendale Harriers, 48-28
V75 David Scott, Clayton-le-Moors Harriers, 1-04-34

WOMEN

U20 Natalie Giles, Ossy Joggers, 1-12-40
V40 Catherine Derbyshire, Barlick Fell Runners, 44-21
V45  Lindsay Davies, Blackburn Harriers, 46-02
V50 Carole Fryer, Calder Valley Fell Runners, 48-34
V55 Julie Townson, Trawden Athletics Club, 47-53
V60 Eileen Wadsworth, Rossendale Harriers,
57-38
V65 Jean Rawlinson, Barlick Fell Runners, 58-18
V70 Marie H Christian, Rossendale Harriers, 
1-12-40

* Alan’s time was 4 seconds better than the record held by Ted Orrell, set way back in 1995, an excellent achievement.

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Photograph shows Lion President Frank Seed, ladies’ winner, Jacqueline Collins, Hazel Storozuk of Furnico and men’s winner, Ben Fish.

Frank Seed, Burnley Lions (race promoter)

 

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Race Report : Donkeys Led By Lions

A great race report from one of our new clubs… WWHR (Worsthorne With Hurstwood Runners) :

Two years ago, the Worsthorne With Hurstwood Runners were on the sofa. Grand Prix to them was a car race and the only run they did was of the school or booze variety. But thanks to inspiration of club co-founder Wayne Foster and relentless coaching and encouragement from GP Race Director and Clayton veteran John Roche, they now limber up alongside you on start lines in their yellow and navy vests as if it’s the most natural thing on earth.

2019 marks the club’s first real en-masse foray into the world of summer racing. A good dozen from Worsthorne turned up at Hameldon Hill for the season opener and the numbers have remained consistent ever since.

As the Grand Prix bandwagon rolled into sleepy Colne for the Burnley Lions 10K on Friday, this Worsthorne runner greeted it with a smile. While we train on varied terrain I secretly prefer to race on manmade surfaces.
So rather like a sprinter on a cycling Grand Tour, I’d clung on for dear life in the mountain stages of Hameldon, Pinhaw and Wholan, now it was time to tackle the bread and butter – a good old-fashioned road race. Only it wasn’t as flat as we initially thought.
A recce with a club mates an hour before revealed a nice but challenging hill that would have to be tackled not once but twice. Thoughts of a 10K PB soon evaporated and the onus was soon on keeping up with the runners nearest to us in the overall standings.
As the race began, some sage advice from JR rang in our ears: “Don’t go silly on the first lap.” He was correct, it would have been foolhardy to spray all our bullets on the first time round. The Irish Lancastrian was strategically placed along the route with his camera so he could capture the pained expressions of the Clayton and Worsthorne runners and bait any Rovers fans he set eyes on. As Friday nights go, he looked to be having way more fun that us.
I’m sure it’s a similar story at other clubs but, fast lads aside, there is about a minute that separates a clump of us semi-serious Worsthorne plodders and at times during Friday’s race, being able to run in the company friendly faces was of a blessing.
The finish at the school was raucous and we appreciated the bottled water given how humid the weather was.
Our mantra at Worsthorne is that we are a drinking club with a running problem but after the Lions race it appears our fastest female has made it to the dizzy heights of fifth in the overall rankings.

I lay the blame for that solely at the door of John Roche – life was a lot simpler when all she had to do on a Friday night was get a round in.
See you all at Kelbrook.

Runner Report – ‘The Unlikely Second Slam!’ – The 2018 Pendle & Burnley Grand Prix

“What a difference a year makes”… as the saying goes.

Differences in plans and developments I hadn’t seen coming.

The last time I was writing a report for you all to read I was on a massive high from completing my first Grand Prix and my goal of all 14 races at last years GP. I remember putting last year’s Grand Slam medal proudly on display on a shelf and thinking, it will be tough doing this all over again, tougher than I thought as it happens.

On a routine Sunday ‘distance day’ run last September (and ironically on a lovely flat freshly tarmacked road..after all those fells!!) , I rolled my ankle right over flat to the floor with a horrid clunk. People have done worse and X-ray showed it wasn’t even broken. When the swelling calmed down it did however, as I suspected, leave me with tendon damage and a few months of rehab to do. This meant missing cross country, several planned winter races and leaving the off road/multi terrain behind for a good while.  Winter training and races were obviously part of my prep plan for this years G.P. But its funny how things happen in life and send you on different paths. I was swimming at least twice weekly to keep up some kind of fitness level and doing my rehab exercises on the ankle in the pool, progressing quickly to mixing in some sessions on the bike turbo, then actual cycling because of the lesser impact on the joint as it strengthened. Without races to aim for and without the buzz of full on training, as always I needed a goal! One day in the pool it dawned on me that I was swimming and cycling a few times a week and the once shelved idea of a triathlon came to mind. Not doing things by half, of course I went straight online and booked myself on Lytham triathlon just a few months later! Gill thought I was mad but had no doubt in me.  I returned to winter training with my club late on last year, and with the support of team mates and my coach John Roche, I soon moved back up a few groups and wasn’t too far off progress. Within the early few months of this year I had to factor in time on the bike, pool sessions and exercises on the ankle whilst managing my busy Sport Massage Therapy business. As it turns out I had a good debut triathlon at Lytham in May. Despite the strength and fitness I had gained, the G.P was right upon me and the ankle had done only a little off road running and therefore my multiple race fitness as opposed to last year was a big uncertainty.  I had to face the fact that I would probably have to settle for a few G.P fixtures, wholly expecting the ankle to have had enough after a handful of races, especially as we know ..they come thick and fast ! I was however going to see how I far I could make it.

 

I think all who raced at the G.P this year will agree that there was another factor making this year a challenge. it was overall much hotter than last years series. Aside from a small few cooler drizzly races such as Pinhaw, Kelbrook, Burnley Lions and the finale at Boulsworth, it was a scorcher this year. That said, we were due a decent summer and the atmosphere as always was great. Hameldon was a tough start with that climb and I remember needing lots of water at the end!

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Photo: the man-flu club! … taking a steady one at Trawden with team mate Chris Lawrence

Pinhaw and Wholan Nook are amongst that ones I really do like and although a bit tentative on the descents, my finishing times showed I actually wasn’t that far off pace, all things considered. It was great being in that ‘G.P atmosphere bubble’ amongst friends from different clubs and the banter returning on a weekly basis. A cooler temperature dip and return to my old stomping ground (road races) proved a good help at Colne at the Lions 10k. My race perception and pace strategy was a bit rusty though, as I broke away from a pack far too early and paid for it dearly as a few of my similar paced rivals flew past me on that second lap, reminding me of how much work remained ahead for me. There was no catching Trawden’s David Howard that day after that error. We get on well, often chatting while running together, he’s a top lad and I often pace with him during races. On the second lap his pacing was ace and far superior to my capabilities that night!

 

Kelbrook was cope able enough with a cool dull start but by now both the climbs and descends were proving tough on the tendons and I had to slow down when I felt the ankle less stable. It was somewhere around this point I invested in some new trail and fell shoes which did help somewhat. I was starting to think that maybe just maybe I had a few more races in me. I make no secret in the fact that I firmly believe Weets to be the toughest race of the series with its 2 challenging trig climbs, road section and undulating trail / terrain sections. The sun and heat returned with a vengeance and the second climb seemed to be without breeze and a real slog. Ironically, I managed to really sprint hard down the road at the end and was feeling much better at the finish than last year and my ankle wasn’t bad either. Some fell fitness was returning and after a few checks on the calendar, incredibly there was nothing to stop me making all the dates so, fingers crossed I decided to crack on.

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Photo: finally, strong enough for a sprint finish ! …putting a kick in to the finish at Weets.

 

Trawden is probably my favourite race as it’s the first real trail race I ever did. This year was a bit of a disappointment as a bad cold stopped me attacking it at pace and doing it justice. A great thing that it did do though, was present the rare opportunity to run nice and steady with a couple of team mates and enjoy every view on route…a different experience. I recommend this to anyone, if only done once! I took it fairly steady and ran with Chris Lawrence, Donna Airey and Helen Beech who all were either equally ill, maxed out from doing Trailblaster the day before! or just pacing steadier than normal. It was another one done though, another race ticked off.

 

Hendon was the one I nearly blew up completely at. I have no excuse, I have experience ! I know the magnitude of the task, I just set off to damn quick on the first 6 miles and ended up drinking more water and pouring water over my head at every water station! Thanks to the organisers that had the hindsight to add several additional stations, and the volunteers and marshalls were a vital support as always. There was a moment climbing out of Thursden Valley in the heat that I actually felt quite odd and thought it may have been my first DNF!  I knew I had to have a couple of very steady recovery miles and by the time I reached Colne I managed to get going again enough to steadily tap out my way up the punishing legendary lenches and to the eventual finish. Never is a T-Shirt so hard earned! a real badge of honour. The barbeque this year was a fab idea and made for a great atmosphere and fitting ending to such a special race.

 

I had friends coming to watch me at Towneley and that helped me kick on. Not an easy 10k by any means as leaving Towneley you have Mount Lane and the glorious tops of Burnley to come! but I was okay on the day, plenty of clubs represented that day. Record numbers for race attendance continue throughout this year!

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Photo: Towneley’s an easy return to tarmac..isnt it?!

The notorious fast Greenway 5k followed (a must for PB chasers) and I was still managing the miles, pace and frequency of the races…just! I managed a fast-ish pace around most of the greenway with help of a nice new tight fitting compression ankle bandage, previous stretching sessions and having got into some creative positions on the foam roller! I wasn’t sure I’d be anywhere near last years 19:41 finish. It was hotter, no doubt, but it was the same for all of us. I only just went over the 20 minute mark and that was enough for me. Many of you will know my wife Gill and the banter that gets sent her way along the lines of ’when are you getting an orange vest! Gill ran Greenway, pretty well too! (unattached of course) and I believe it settled a few doubts in her mind on racing and I also believe it was a real influence in her decision shortly after to join Clayton, as of September!

 

 

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Photos: The heat of Hendon & checking the watch at Greenway!

By the time the Worsthorne race came, there was no way I was going to settle for anything less than the Grand Slam after managing to get this far in. As my coach John Roche would say sometimes you just have to ‘Have a word!’.  As always, I seemed to pace ok over the trails of Worsthorne, as it’s a regular training ground for us each week in summer. I do, however always feel it’s a real pull up that last climb from the woods to the last descent of Gorple Road.  Seeing David with the camera and meg by his side always raises a smile though, even after toughest of climbs or longest trails most can get their finest race face on! As much as the broken, rocky surface of Gorple Road was showing up my tired ankle, I knew I had a weeks recovery before the finale.

 

If you’ve yet to experience all 14 races (which I totally recommend a go at!) it’s a special feeling when you head into the last race at Boulsworth. You know it’s a tough climb and a hard finishing race but you also know that you are steps away from going down in the roll of honours for that year! Boulsworth seems a massive climb, or perhaps it did to me after a long spell away from enough off road preparation prior to this year’s races ! The view of the Trawden show where you started from far below is worth the climb and I must have been buzzing for the finish as my descent was fairly good, didn’t lose a place as I recall and I even managed to P.B this last race, finishing under the hour.  Incredibly, as attendance to races continues to grow every year, so does the number of those achieving all 14 races. Myself, Charis Rowlands of Trawden (multiple grand slam achiever) and others had bottles of bubbly at the ready and I must admit the celebrations felt just as sweet as last year.

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Photos: Steep short climb at Sabden & heading out to Boulsworth to start the climb

 

So, what started out as potential damage limitation, and a 9 race qualifier at best, with a bit of digging deep and effort became the unthinkable, my second grand slam in as many years. The thing is, every year there are newbies, either to club running or the G.P and you just have to love watching their enthusiasm, epic journey and seeing them improve throughout.  We’ve all been there and its very inspiring. There are a number of runners, amongst the top 10 and the bottom!  many that I am now proud to call good friends who’ve had a superb first G.P, returned many years in succession or carry on performing great, well into the veteran categories. The great thing is, the G.P recognises this and the awards ceremony is always a highlight. We are so lucky that the money invested now means lots of trophies and awards are handed out in recognition.  Imagine my delight and the irony that guest speaker this year would be GB medal winning triathlete Candice Heys with a very inspiring story of her journey.  This year wasn’t planned to pan out like this, and next year I am intending to compete in more triathlons alongside my running and perhaps do a few more obscure races on the to-do list. I’m not thinking I’ll plan in or end up undertaking another grand slam attempt!

But……..what are plans, who knows?

 

And after all…

 

‘what a difference a year makes’……

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Photo: Grand Slam achievers of the Pendle & Burnley Grand Prix 2018

 

Special thanks to Gill (as always in her support of my training/racing), brilliant coach John Roche, Jamie McIlvenny, Barry Brock and all G.P race organisers and marshalls, Tony Pilling and Natasha Newell for support and triathlon training advice, David Belshaw for hours spent photographing all athletes…and to all team mates and friends from all clubs who have shared my journey.

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Mick Hughes (V40) Clayton-le-Moors Harriers

 

Runner Report – ‘A Grand Challenge (Part 2 – Fells, Frightening climbs, Fast flats & the Finale) – Joining the 2017 Pendle & Burnley Grand Prix 14/14 Race ‘Grand Slam’ Club’

Mick Hughes (Clayton-le-Moors Harriers) concludes his 2017 Grand Prix experience with a fitting finale :

“Many of us crazy dedicated ones with the intention of completing all 14 races of the 2017 PBGP could have been forgiven for waning slightly and reconsidering after the blistering, punishing heat of the Burnley Lions 10k, but as the sizzling concrete of Colne cooled down, all attentions turned towards Kelbrook Fell Race and the need to diversify yet again and put the fell shoes on!

A slightly cooler Saturday in Kelbrook remains a firm favourite in my memory, don’t get me wrong it’s tough on a few levels; it requires stamina on the sharp straight up climb, fell stability in footing your way over some undulating moor to the eventual fast descent back to reach the tarmac track right down to the finish in the village. It’s on this descent that if you have trained hard enough and get away with wearing new fell shoes right out of the box (could have been a bad decision of mine but thankfully the Inov-8’s were great!) that you can really get the pace up to the finish, where it feels and sounds like the whole village comes out in support.

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I admit after a reasonable rapid descent, good finishing time and feeling strong, I was feeling quite smug that just maybe I could be decent at this fell game. The formidable ‘Weets Fell Race’ however, would soon bring me back down to a grounded earth. With an unusual rainy start Weets tests even the seasoned fell runner. It’s one of those that most people agree is a toughie and it really is. Plenty of climb (1800ft of it!) and once you’ve reached the trig you are straight down a rough technical slope, across a stream, only to scale another calf burning climb to another peak (many walking with hands on their thighs- which I have nicknamed the ‘death climb’!). On severely fatigued legs I managed the ridge that followed and descent down to the tarmac. It’s here that Weets has a sting in the tail, a long climb up a road to reach the final section leading to the drop down to the finish. That road is hell and I knew I had worked hard that day. Amazingly I still finished under the hour, but I went home with a new respect for serious fell runners!

A return to short, full on road sprints was next at Barrowford Grand Prix 5k Road Race and my opportunity to tick off another goal I had agreed with my coach (sub 20 mins 5k). After an upset stomach and tough week at work, I was hoping I had recovered enough to tag onto a fast lad for this one! I did just that and came away with a 19:20 finish, this did take all I had and I was early to bed that night. Barrowford is a cycle track so flat and ideal for PB’s but only if you can shut out the mind games of how many laps you have to go / have done. But it shows the diversity of the Grand Prix and how versatile an athlete must remain to be competitive.

My predominant memories the next two… Sabden Trail Race and my favourite from last year Trawden 7 were humid but beautiful routes. Both were tough in the heat but you can’t beat cheap race entry that gives you beautiful views, excellent marshals and in Trawden 7s case, a pie, beer and buff… so these two are enjoyable despite multi terrain challenges and summer humidity. Love them both… I think!

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The jewel in the crown of the GP is the infamous beast ‘Gerry McCabe’s Legendary Hendon Brook Race’. The hairs are standing up on my arms and I truly feel emotional as I write about this special race. My coaches plan for me had ramped my miles up, and I’m a fairly fit lad, most of my friends will testify to my determination.. but.. this is Hendon… having only ever trained as far as Thursday valley on the actual course, I was worried about the challenge of Lenches.

There is a reason the T shirt states, “possibly the toughest road half marathon in the country”!  The late and definitely great Gerry McCabe designed the ultimate half marathon test here in my humble opinion. You will hear many people talk of training strategies but nothing can quite prepare you for this one on race day. I have friends from many clubs and all agree that the night before feels like a nervy xmas eve. I decided to play it sensible for my first Hendon and set off steady as my coach had advised. I also paced with two great experienced team mates and it worked brilliantly.

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I had a tough time at 9 miles as the sun came out and at 11.5miles when after all those hard miles you are presented with the brutal climb up Lenches! I remember taking a gel around 10 miles and I am proud to say managed to tap out (albeit a very slow child like jog!) the whole of Lenches. I then felt I deserved to wear the T shirt and understood the statement of a fellow runner who stated “once run, never forgotten”! My first Hendon will stay with me forever. I wanted if possible a sub 2hr in one piece (!) and I crossed the line at 1hr 57.

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A two week break came at just the right time to recover, recharge and prepare for the final few races ahead. A few of us had a night out or two, spent a few relaxed nights with partners or just took stock of what we had experienced and maybe got a massage on little niggles in anticipation for the last push. At this stage many had got the obligatory 9 races in to achieve a standing or those cherry picking were perhaps looking towards the last few choices.

Towneley 10k Race is a steep and rapid 10k, the sun shone once more and impromptu water stations from the public were a God send. Mount Lane is the toughest challenge here and another record turnout for the 2017 GP was recorded. Just 3 days later another fast 5k was on the agenda. The Padiham Greenway 5k is situated right behind my house and I often utilise this refinished railway line path to add mileage to the end of my long runs. Despite the description of fast and flat, it is a gradual pull up to the top before turning and running the quickest pace possible back to the start point. Again I was pleased to be fairly quick and just over the 20minute mark on home turf being observed by my parents!

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The end was in sight with unbelievably just 2 races left: Worsthorne Moor Trail Race was the one that I had forgotten just how tough it was. Mainly trail path with stunning reservoir views it is enjoyable but by the time you spot David Belshaw (the lovely ever-present brilliant photographer) at the top of the last climb, you realise you are 6 miles in and it’s gonna hurt getting up there!… but you dig in and a pint in the crooked billet, conversing with fellow team mates and friends from several clubs (a brilliant bond that happens on this journey) you soon feel you can see this out.

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As I write this, I am celebrating finishing race 14/14 with a small select group of genuinely superb human beings! I am tired, yes, but very happy and proud to have made the descent from Boulsworth Fell safely (only a spectacular fall or two !) to finish at the Trawden Show and I cannot lie, Boulsworth is a fitting finale, as the 1000ft climb and many bogs, moors and thin fell tracks wear you down, but what it takes away in physicality, it pays back massively on finishing and that supreme euphoric feeling you get.

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Fact: The GP tests the athlete on all disciplines from 5k road, fell, trail, to half marathon
My opinion; The GP builds character, forges friendships lets you experience our beautiful countryside, tests you both physically and mentally, tells you lots about yourself and the sense of achievement is so good for the soul.

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When people think about joining a club, or partaking in a challenge or series, often the worry is about ability. I say, look around a little closer at any club training, parkrun or even at next years PBGP because one thing I can guarantee it will offer in abundance is unity. The overwhelming feeling that every runner is part of something bigger and that we are all in it together. Whether it’s the approachability of the guy registering you or the shout of encouragement of the marshal in the middle of nowhere when you are finding it tough… the Pendle & Burnley Grand Prix is very special. I say have a go, as it’s something worth supporting and holding dear for many years to come.

Special thanks to my superb understanding soul mate and wife Gillian, John Roche (also my fantastic coach), Barry Brock, Jamie & all at Trawden AC and all organisers / involved in making this years’ PBGP a success.

And to those of you in the 14/14 ‘Grand Slam’ finishers club who have become even closer friends throughout these races: Happy Running… Here’s to next year & many GP’s to come…

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Mick Hughes (V40) Clayton-le-Moors Harriers
Photos: David Belshaw