And then there were FIVE!
This weeks run from the Golden Ball saw just five hardy souls (Jerome, Steve S, Sarah, Amanda and Jules) set out at 7:05 on the usual run via the railway crossing and Bradenham Woods, and one (Chris R) in the direction of Radnage! Chris was attempting to meet up with Susie who had decided to run over from Radnage as the babysitter was delayed. We delayed the start as we waited for more people to turn up on what was one of the warmest evenings of the season so far. WHERE WERE YOU ALL?
The first hill took it’s toll as Jerome had a minor asthma attack at the top (having run up very quickly) and cut out a short section. Now down to four we split just as the second hill begins and I did an extra half mile up to the track along the ridge where I chanced upon Susie who had come up from the other side (with out Chris!). We ran together for a few minutes before she persuaded me to carry on and catch the others. At the finish in the we had run about 4.5 miles in less than 50 minutes which is fairly quick. Can’t comment on what Chris covered but he made it to Radnage and back in just over an hour.
The George and Dragon was surprisingly unchanged (read unimproved) since we were last there – despite being closed for a good few months over the winter. Kate joined us for a drink following a Spinning class which her instructor had forced her to go to (apparently!!). Conversation was interesting, varied and entertaining (as always!). Congratulations to Sarah for completing the Marlow 5 in 43:56 - very impressive.
Next week we run from the Hucks’ in Radnage for Champions League Final (Man. U v Barca) – start 6:45 for about 50 minutes so that we can be back for the KO at 7:45. Buffet and drinks provided.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Bull & Butcher, Turville - 13th May 2009
Run Report by Baz
A now ‘hardcore’ group of runners ventured out on a very dark, but warmish evening at Turville. Rodders, Susie, Jules (H), Amanda, Jules (S), Jerome, Selwyn, Steve (T), Steve (S), Duds, Presso, Stella and I left at 7.05 after debating whether or not to wait for JB after he was seen taking his bike out of his car, putting on his famous gloves and heading ‘we know not where.’
Jules (H) and Rodders ran to the pub, but obviously left in a hurry as Chris turned up with only 1 long sock on.
A steady, steep, long climb that seemed to go on for ever, greeted us first, followed by some flatter bits (not many) followed by a few downhill bits (even fewer) Turville is obviously in its own micro climate because while the rest of Bucks has had a drought for the last month, Turville seemed to have the whole counties rainfall in 1 afternoon. The main aim of the run seemed to be trying to avoid trench foot, swine flu and in Stellas case, TB from the badger she chased for about 50 yards, until she (wisely) bottled out.
A true test of athleticism greeted us near the Turville Grange, where we all had to slither through a gap between a gatepost and a stile. The girls ghosted through with no problem, despite Susies “ample bosom” (her husbands words not mine) Duds put a second hole into his T shirt, thus relegating it now to his ‘best decorating T shirt’ and Selwyn, who decided that rather having to call out the fire brigade, to free him, he vaulted the stile in a flash, and we were on our way again.
There was a brief option for a ‘fatties’ route back to the pub, which was declined by our group of ‘elite athletes’ that we have become.
Stella picked up her usual leg of venison, complete with hoof which thankfully didn’t smell as bad as the one did last week.
In the pub, the boys were all pushed to one end of the table by Susie, so all the girls could sit together. One can only assume that they wanted to discuss new cooking, cleaning sewing techniques, to please their husbands………?
Up the other end, Piranha G-Strings were being discussed, as a new line, together with how much Brakies Presso was going to take on the Ridgeway walk in his rucksack, and where he was going squirrel away cans en route, in case he ran out. The chips although very welcome, did seem a bit measly in volume, and didn’t last long.
The next run on 20th May is from the Golden Ball at West Wycombe, followed by the George & Dragon.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Thame 10K Sunday 28th June 2009
This is an event the runners have done a few times in the past. Relatively flat on-road 10Km race. See link for on-line application.
http://www.runnersworld.co.uk/events/foundevents.asp?evntTitle=thame+cpm
http://www.runnersworld.co.uk/events/foundevents.asp?evntTitle=thame+cpm
Sunday, May 10, 2009
The Yew Tree, Frieth Wednesday 6th May
Run report by Stella
We set off on a lovely summer’s evening from the Yew Tree at Frieth. Had a good sniff and reckon the turnout was; Selwyn, Duds, Sarah, Amanda, Jules, Presso, Steve, Spider, Dad (Baz), John, Jerome, Chris & Susie (one of my dearest friends)
Set off into the woods and us fitties managed to lose the fatties pretty quickly, if only they had the tracking skills I have, this sort of thing just wouldn’t happen…..even marked the trail with a few err…calling cards on route, didn’t seem to help.
I wasn’t quite sure from the rancid scent what we were following but when we got to the top of hill I realised it was Chris...best to keep him at the front I reckon for the rest to follow.
Not much live wildlife on the route but managed to find my self a tasty old leg of deer so I had that to chew on for most of the run….delicious! Probably similar to those pork scratching things you guys eat in the pub, only smellier.
Managed to meet up with the fatties on that big hill just after Fingest. Hills don’t bother me much really don’t know what all the fuss is about….all that resting on the bench and puffing and stuff…..you should try just hanging your tongues out and panting, works for me. (and Jerome)
Ran as a pack for the rest of the route and breezed into the carpark after about 5 miles. Dad then took the tasty deer leg off me, think he wanted to take it home for mum.
Took up my usual spot in the pub under the table, some interesting smells, the guy with the flip flops has athlete's foot and those asics trainers have stepped in what I reckon came from a poodle with a dietary imbalance
We were joined by 2 sweeter smelling friends, David & Diana who added to the usual jovial banter.
See you all next week at the Bull & Butcher, Turville, 7pm.
We set off on a lovely summer’s evening from the Yew Tree at Frieth. Had a good sniff and reckon the turnout was; Selwyn, Duds, Sarah, Amanda, Jules, Presso, Steve, Spider, Dad (Baz), John, Jerome, Chris & Susie (one of my dearest friends)
Set off into the woods and us fitties managed to lose the fatties pretty quickly, if only they had the tracking skills I have, this sort of thing just wouldn’t happen…..even marked the trail with a few err…calling cards on route, didn’t seem to help.
I wasn’t quite sure from the rancid scent what we were following but when we got to the top of hill I realised it was Chris...best to keep him at the front I reckon for the rest to follow.
Not much live wildlife on the route but managed to find my self a tasty old leg of deer so I had that to chew on for most of the run….delicious! Probably similar to those pork scratching things you guys eat in the pub, only smellier.
Managed to meet up with the fatties on that big hill just after Fingest. Hills don’t bother me much really don’t know what all the fuss is about….all that resting on the bench and puffing and stuff…..you should try just hanging your tongues out and panting, works for me. (and Jerome)
Ran as a pack for the rest of the route and breezed into the carpark after about 5 miles. Dad then took the tasty deer leg off me, think he wanted to take it home for mum.
Took up my usual spot in the pub under the table, some interesting smells, the guy with the flip flops has athlete's foot and those asics trainers have stepped in what I reckon came from a poodle with a dietary imbalance
We were joined by 2 sweeter smelling friends, David & Diana who added to the usual jovial banter.
See you all next week at the Bull & Butcher, Turville, 7pm.
Friday, May 01, 2009
The Crooked Billet, Flackwell Heath - 29th April 2009
Run Report by Steve
Hello.
On the well-founded premise that a picture paints a thousand words I will be providing this weeks run report with visual aids.
For example, instead of listing the runners, here is a lovely picture of us all in a wood with bluebells.
(Jules ran as well - he was taking the photo).
Here are some more lovely bluebells that we saw en-route...
The running that we did looked looked a bit like this...
and this...
and this...
After a very pleasant run of about 5 miles we arrived back at the pub...
He may be our Spritual Leader but he can't take his Stella like he used to!...
The (very friendly) pub was kind enough to supply us with sandwiches...
It had a very nice doggy...
That went very nicely with our kitty...
Jules - can you explain why this picture was on your camera?!
Lots and lots of different conversations at the pub so couldn't possibly relate on the major themes. We also had some very welcome injured and non-runners at the pub who added to what had become a very large group.
Man U 1 Arsenal 0 - say no more.
After throwing my perennial strop about deleting the blog in protest against Luddite e-mailers, I stated my aim to introduce Twitter to the group. This would entail writing a run report in 140 characters or less. An interesting challenge.
Next weeks run is from the Yew Tree in Frieth, 7pm start.
Cheers. Steve.
The Peacock, Bolter End - 22nd April 2009
Run Report by Brett
This was my first official Wednesday night run. The unofficial one was that memorable pre season outing with The Fatties from the Marlow Donkey where due to our lack of perspiration, we convinced ourselves that in approaching 50 we had indeed reached a proud peak of physical fitness. The sad truth was that we barely ran a mile around the block!
Running as I have been told is a 'confidence game' and with mine riding high after my near one mile trial, Sarah and I set off to join the rest of the gang at The Peacock for the 7pm start. I had 5 minutes earlier concluded my first 'dress down' valuation in Lane End. The theory is that you attend in your running kit so that as soon as you have delivered the fatal valuation and plunged the owner deep into negative equity, you can leg it out of the door......... quick. The valuation was actually for staff member, so to compensate him for the fact that his house has plunged in value, I doubled his commission on all sales achieved over the last six months. Now let me just work this out 6% of nothing is ...................
The run, attended by The Hucks, The Roddicks, a Mac, an Abbott, an Arnold, a Spider. a Male Dudley, a Taylor, a Female Sainter (Wilks), The Biggest (size not age) Bartlett and a Man who neither looks, acts nor indeed runs his age...oh and two Rivetts of course. I had expected a gentle 40 minute run through Chiltern Countryside and what I got was a 50 minute run through similar terrain that Sarah and I managed to string out for an hour. It was a fabulous run well planned by Jules and Jerome and no doubt mastefully executed by those at the front.......... but I will have to take their word for that.
The pub served good beer, ample goldfish bowls of wine in a cheery fashion and chips. Unfortunately, because I had my appointment, Sarah was unable to get into the bar beforehand to sort out a formal seating plan. which left me feeling slightly awkwardly positioned sitting in the middle of the gathering. I cant report on what was discussed as each of my ears only has an audio field of 141 degreee..... a range nontheless substantially better than those offered by my peepers. .
You received my footie email which surprisingly didnt wind people up as much as I had intended. It is only 4.30 pm and with many of your replies already received and no sign of a glut or perhaps, given his body shape, I should say a 'string' of Van Der Sars emails, I am going to announce The Crooked BIllett, Sheepcote Lane, Flackwell Heath as next weeks venue for a 7pm departure. See you all then.
This was my first official Wednesday night run. The unofficial one was that memorable pre season outing with The Fatties from the Marlow Donkey where due to our lack of perspiration, we convinced ourselves that in approaching 50 we had indeed reached a proud peak of physical fitness. The sad truth was that we barely ran a mile around the block!
Running as I have been told is a 'confidence game' and with mine riding high after my near one mile trial, Sarah and I set off to join the rest of the gang at The Peacock for the 7pm start. I had 5 minutes earlier concluded my first 'dress down' valuation in Lane End. The theory is that you attend in your running kit so that as soon as you have delivered the fatal valuation and plunged the owner deep into negative equity, you can leg it out of the door......... quick. The valuation was actually for staff member, so to compensate him for the fact that his house has plunged in value, I doubled his commission on all sales achieved over the last six months. Now let me just work this out 6% of nothing is ...................
The run, attended by The Hucks, The Roddicks, a Mac, an Abbott, an Arnold, a Spider. a Male Dudley, a Taylor, a Female Sainter (Wilks), The Biggest (size not age) Bartlett and a Man who neither looks, acts nor indeed runs his age...oh and two Rivetts of course. I had expected a gentle 40 minute run through Chiltern Countryside and what I got was a 50 minute run through similar terrain that Sarah and I managed to string out for an hour. It was a fabulous run well planned by Jules and Jerome and no doubt mastefully executed by those at the front.......... but I will have to take their word for that.
The pub served good beer, ample goldfish bowls of wine in a cheery fashion and chips. Unfortunately, because I had my appointment, Sarah was unable to get into the bar beforehand to sort out a formal seating plan. which left me feeling slightly awkwardly positioned sitting in the middle of the gathering. I cant report on what was discussed as each of my ears only has an audio field of 141 degreee..... a range nontheless substantially better than those offered by my peepers. .
You received my footie email which surprisingly didnt wind people up as much as I had intended. It is only 4.30 pm and with many of your replies already received and no sign of a glut or perhaps, given his body shape, I should say a 'string' of Van Der Sars emails, I am going to announce The Crooked BIllett, Sheepcote Lane, Flackwell Heath as next weeks venue for a 7pm departure. See you all then.
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