drink then back to cheer them in. Now you know in your heart of hearts where you are in the pack and you also know where everyone else should be relative to you. Emma O is usually within spitting distance so it was a little disconcerting when she didn’t turn up. We waited, and waited, got changed, no sign. Must be an injury. But then out of the falling dusk she appeared, cheery as ever running to the finish.Here Emma wins the next Harrier of the month award for running after people who weren’t in the race and were going the wrong way – hence her 6.75 mile run … And so to the finale of June, HDSRRL
Otley …
Tsk Tsk Tsk: Sue Bickerdike sprints for the finishing funnel at Otley under iPod power
you get to the woods, everyone bunches up, you get a little rest and Bob’s your uncle. So lordy lord imagine my surprise when Paul S comes storming past, just at the place you’re supposed to rest away from the prying eyes of spectators. Some people just don’t know how to play to the rules … so, I had to try … a little. Tempted as I was to pretend I was 12 (could just about have got away with it) and do the short route I carried on down to the next point where you can legitimately rest – the trog up through the woods. But no, again dismay. Keith was just in front and totally out of character he was running – yes running – up hill. Keith always takes miles off me downhill so I knew I had to keep with him in order to be reasonably close at the end. So I ran uphill (!!) Along the camber, through the branches up the last hill and to the finish. Yay. Quick
THIS USED TO BE a pig of a race with a massive hill in the middle. But they’ve changed it to a two lapper. Flat, but with the distinct possibility of being lapped if you’re not careful. This was definitely an iPod race. Many will scoff at wearing an iPod (or other generic mp3 player) but it seriously helps me. I love it, and I love the fact that those around me will be annoyed by the tsk tsk tsk coming from my ears and waste valuable energy being aggravated. So, we coralled down to the start, te he, knowing that those who are keen will have to turn round and will be at the back. We panic, as we’re now at the front, and set off. It’s along the Otley Road, one of my old training routes, so I know it like the back of my hand. Mental markers and all that. The field bit took forever, and half way was an eternity, but the need to get back before the fast boys emerged lapping you kept you going.
And so to the finish. Food, beer,
Weatherspoons. Emma this time chose to go to Weatherspoons 8.7 miles away from everyone else …
BUT THE MORAL of this tale is – running is fun. It’s great to win, but it’s also a bloody good laugh coming last.
ILKLEY HARRIERS NEWSLETTER • JULY–SEPTEMBER 2011 19
PAUL WOOD
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