

Run report by Jules. 



The Walk: Chris, Rob and I set off in fine spirits. We had flown down in the back of Jo's car roof down, sun on our faces feeling great (thank you Jo). We sailed along for the first 20 odd miles in the sun with moral high and feeling good. As it got dark and we pushed on towards Jerome at the second stop, I started to realise how difficult it is to judge distance and time in the dark.
It's not often that I would be grateful to see a large hairy man looming out of the dark at midnight and l slumped into the deckchairs provided whilst Jerome waited on us with Fred's home made chicken and vegetable soup (very nice, thank you Fred).In my weaker moments earlier I had thought about how I would feel finishing. I thought I would break down "an emotional wreck". In the end it was just "done" can I sleep now!
I know I would not have made it to the end without everyone's help. Thank you.
Chris



A dull cloudy but calm evening greeted the runners up at Hughenden Valley for the latest running instalment. Jules and Rodders managed their usual 6 mile jog from Radnage to join us on time.
Prior to setting off Susie and Amanda couldn't resist telling everyone that they'd managed to get hold of the 'alternative run report' but had only watched a bit of it before turning it off in disgust! Yeah yeah. Steve demonstrated his critic skills by wondering whether they really were lesbos and if they really liked each other.
The usual half mile hilly start was negotiated satisfactorily until we heard screams from behind and wondered whether Selwyn had got lucky. No it was 'not run for a few weeks' Rachael who having caught up with us at the top was then given a 5 second rest before we all sped off again.
The ensuing woods felt like the black hole of goodness knows where and it was a relief to escape onto the open spaces of Downley Common. Selwyn's adventurous evening continued when he collided with an innocent pedestrian (we should be looking up and ahead of us when we are running!) Somehow we ended up at the posh end of Naphill and finished with a nice slightly downhill mile long path into the woods above Hughenden.
Distance was about 4 miles in 50 odd minutes - obviously not enough for Rodders, Jules and Steve who then decided to run to the Harrow. The well concealed church gardens provided changing rooms for the girls whilst the boys just stripped next to their cars. Why are women so self conscious?
In the absence of the kitty (!) Selwyn came to the rescue on his birthday with the first round. Excellent form Selwyn! He can't be the only one with a birthday between April and October but it certainly feels like it. The table arrangements resembled a golf club bar with the girls clique in one corner and boys elsewhere. Copious amounts of bits were ordered and consumed and discussion inevitably centred around Rodders, Presso and Baz's absurd idea to walk 87 miles without stopping, fuelled by breaky's and cigarettes and Jerome's choice of porridge or leek and potato soup. Duds also offered to help out but information regarding routes and stopping points was vague which is not really surprising when you realise that it is Chris organising it. Don't forget the vaseline boys!
Next week we are running from The Squirrel at Penn Street at 7pm. See you there.
John


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.





