Hughenden Valley & The Harrow - 10th June 2009

Run Report by John

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