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Florence Forth 10k / USTAF North Carolina State 10k Championship

Report by  Gavin Finlay

Perhaps I should have wore a cape. A brooding Batman cape; or a bright Superman cape our inner child desires? Those kids know something we don’t. Would a cape have made a difference on this most undulating of routes? Who knows? I definitely could have done with super powers on those torturous hills, that’s for sure.

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Race reporter Gavin 

The Florence Forth race was founded by two Durham residents, Leslie and Will McDow, who lost their young daughter Florence to Autoimmune Encephilitis, a rare neurological condition, on March 4th 2012.  This wonderful local event commemorates the day six year old Florence died, and to inspire us to “march forth” in support of the search for a cure to AE.  All proceeds from the event help the AE Alliance raise awareness, educate doctors and improve clinical care so that no one faces AE alone. Like all kids, Florence loved wearing her superhero cape, and so the race encourages participants to don their capes and “go forth”. It also features a kids’ “cape dash” which is great fun and a such a touching spectacle.

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Florence McDow (For more info click here: About Florence Forth)

Conditions were ideal – blue skies, crisp and calm. There was an electric atmosphere on 9th Street, the heart of arty, bohemian Durham on the Old West side. Runners, joggers, waddlers and kids – some caped, others not. I was really looking forward to this race – not only was it a local event (I live in the adjoining “hood”) and for a great cause, but it also served as a perfectly timed tune-up 10k ahead of my upcoming Wilmington Marathon. Plus, it incorporated the North Carolina State 10k Championship meaning there would be some slick operators at the business end of the field. In fact, the 2012 USTAF Cross Country champion, and NC resident, Bobby Mack was racing and favourite to win. And as a newly minted USTAF member I was eligible to compete in my debut championship on US soil.

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We got off to a murderously fast start, not helped by watch refusing to start. I often don’t run with my watch so I’m not even sure why I was so preoccupied with this. Anyway. I had decided that, despite the hills, I was going to aggressively target a PB here. Gay abandon. I have four solid months of marathon training and was feeling strong, so thought, let’s try this. And because I run on the Durham hills everyday I should be able to handle this tough course. Right? Well, not exactly.  I tucked in with the chasing group, of which there were four of us, including Kaleb and Mark, whom I know from Bull City Track Club. Two low 30:00s 10k guys. The plan at this point was to stick with these seasoned whippets. The opening mile was a blistering 5min/mile pace, and while I knew this was verging on the suicidal, I also knew it was net downhill and these seconds in the bank would likely be repaid in the latter hillier sections.

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The course wound its way through the Old West Durham neighbourhood, passing EK Powe, my daughter’s elementary school (‘Where Eagles Soar’…..apparently). I got a nice shout out from the family at the junction of Green and Edith. Always nice….to be running away from the kids. Down Knox, past Monuts, one of Durham’s most popular eateries, with queues down the street not unheard of on a Sunday morning. What’s a “monut” you ask? I’m still not sure myself. When I first moved here I naively thought a monut was a special type of donut – like a mix between a macaroon and a regular donut. But simply, the owner’s name starts with a M and it sells amazing donuts.

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Hard right at Watts Street, named after George Washington Watts (1851 – 1921), a Gilded Age financier and philanthropist, and co-founder, with James B. Duke, of the American Tobacco Company, at one time the largest tobacco manufacturer in the US. The history and wealth of Durham and Duke University, by the way, is primarily due to tobacco. Formerly the city of tobacco, today they call it the ‘City of Medicine” because of the enormous Duke medical centre and cutting edge research here. Talk about delicious, ahem..smokey irony.

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Ok, I digress. The long drag through Durham’s fanciest neighbourhood, Trinity Park, with its gorgeous early twentieth century homes built on tobacco money and the monied professors at Duke. We hit Main St and a nice downhill stretch for a few hundred metres towards the recently revived downtown. All disused, redbrick tobacco warehouses, now home to trendy apartments and hip restaurants. Brightleaf they call it. After the tobacco leaf. Last century the smell would have been inescapable. We lean into Buchanan Blvd at mile 2-3 still managing to hold the aggressive pace. This brought us across the US-147, the highway that bisects Durham north and south. Each working off one another – at least I think we were – we came to the dreaded Morehead Ave after several sharp turns through the Morehead Hills and Lakewood Park area.

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Morehead Ave was not going to be easy. Named after a guy with a large head I assume. No, no, I jest. Eugene Morehead (1845 – 1889), the Durham banker, property developer, of course.  Who may or may not have had “more” head than the average man. This was where the wheels could come off. This is where the cape may have come in handy. I felt confident up to this point. Strong. Comfortable, even. But there is a killer hill approaching mile 4 and this slowed me down considerably. The group split but to my surprise it was me who pulled ahead of the other Bull City lads. The worst was still to come.

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The gradual, unrelenting drag up Anderson Street, through the forested Duke campus, was savage.  At race pace, it broke me. I heard the pitter-patter of racing flats behind me. Kaleb and Mark catching up. They obviously had more juice in the legs to handle that hill. I probably should have stayed with them a mile ago rather than breaking away. All runners know that pang of dejection from being passed in the closing stages, and that’s how I felt. But I did manage to pick it up again and put the stamina to the test for the last km or so, which was mercifully flat with a downhill tease thrown in. The home stretch down 9th Street was a thrilling way to finish. I crossed the line in 33 minutes and change, utterly spent and slightly disappointed I didn’t dip sub-33:00. But on that hilly course, I’m proud of the time. It felt like a hard-fought PB out there.  Next year I’m seriously considering a cape though.

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Race finishers, Super hero Conor and Gavin 

Well done to all involved. And thank you and best wishes to the McDow family and the AE Alliance.

 Gavin Finlay results:

Time: 33:16
USTAF NC 10K Championship: 8th
O35: 2nd.

Gavin Finlay

This week we sit down with our USA correspondent and Liberties 6k champion Gavin Finlay. Gavin recently moved to North Carolina and this accidental runner managed to win a Leinster Intermediate Cross-Country Team Gold medal before departing. More recently he also won a half marathon in 1:13 in North Carolina in February!

When did you join Sportsworld?

September 2010.

Where do you work?

Currently I’m a stay at home dad to my two young children here in Durham, North Carolina (due to US visa restrictions I cannot work!) I volunteer as a tutor at the Durham Literacy Centre. Back home I was working with Historical Walking Tours of Dublin and a part-time Mr. Mom. You could also describe me as a “recovering” historian’ and former teacher!

What is your favourite club session?

Winter: Hills and sprints; Munich lap in Phoenix Park.

Summer: Fartlek in Bushy

What is your favorite race distance?

10k and marathon.

What is your favorite meal before a big race?

Porridge, honey, nuts/seeds. Coffee and/or green tea.

My Favourite place to train/compete is?

Phoenix Park and Dublin Mountains.  And here in Durham I love running in Duke Forest. Bliss.

What is your target for the next year?

Hopefully achieve a 2:32-35 marathon in Wilmington in March.

What is your best Sportsworld memory?

Competition-wise, it would have to be the Leinster Intermediate Cross-Country Team Gold in November 2013 with Karol, Paul and Gareth. Also, representing the club in the Terenure 5 Mile.

What international events have you ran?     

None really until I moved here to North Carolina. I’ve ran several races here in Durham from 5k, 5 mile, 10k to half marathon.

What do you like doing when you don’t run?

Generally lying down. Resting. Reading. Meditating when I can. Enjoying the occasional ale. Oh yeah, and parenting. Did I mention lying down?

How/When did you start your adventure with running?

I used to jog sporadically when I was in my 20s. Nothing serious or sustained. Then in 2009 when my daughter was born and we lived right beside the Phoenix Park I decided it would basically be irresponsible and foolish not to run.

It wasn’t really until early 2010 that was running regularly. I’m talking 3 times a week, nothing much. Like many other people I started running really for my mental health. I hadn’t been exercising or physically active in my barren and hedonistic 20s, and realised that you just can’t go on like that. I honestly I had no initial goals to join a club or be “competitive” or anything. I don’t really have a competitive streak, Never have. Gradually, though, I began to love it, and soon it became a vital part of my life.

I guess you could call me the ‘accidental runner’!  I had always admired athletes and runners from afar but growing up I don’t recall having the exposure or inclination to take up athletics or running. Other sports and interests got in the way I suppose. I know I’m not alone in this experience.

Tell us about your PB’s / What is your biggest achievement?

5k: 15:50

10k: 33:20

Half: 1:13

Marathon: 2:39 (soon to be improved upon I hope!)

Biggest and proudest achievement may well be 38th place finish in the 2014 Senior Inter Club Cross Country Championships. That or first place in my beloved Liberties Fun Run in July 2014!

How often do you run / What is your typical weekly mileage?

Right now, 7 days a week. With marathon training I’m putting in between 70-95 miles a week. Throughout the rest of the year, probably 6 days a week and 40-50 miles.

What would you say is the best thing about being in a Running Club?

The meaningful social connections you make, whether it’s the guys on the Senior team or any club member. Running can be a lonesome pursuit. And I do like the solitude, but having the club sessions, structure, mentoring, friendship and camaraderie enriches what running means to me.

What made you join a Running Club?

To learn how to be a better runner. To have a social outlet and be part of club and community which I hadn’t really been since I was younger.

What was your first day at the Club like?

Like everyone else I suppose, a bit anxious and intimidated but you soon get over that when you realise we’re all here for the same reason really. I do remember being impressed by the faster runners in the club and wondering how can you get that fit?!

Why is running important to you?

It’s an escape from the house and my kids!:) Ah no. Although that is partially true. A strong and fit body is a strong and fit mind. I realised it’s very difficult to have one without the other. Running is mediation for me, where I can think about everything…and nothing. I like being on my own at times and prefer running to say team sports or “games”.

And then with the club or group runs, it’s being part of a community, human connection and a forum to debate…I mean, have a chat and a bit craic! Now, after many years training and racing, I do get a rush out of competitive races and achieving goals (or at least trying to achieve those goals!)

Is there anything you would like to see more of or less of at the Club?

Perhaps more strength/conditioning and form drills included with the club sessions.

Who is the person in the club who inspires/drives to run better?

Emily has been a source of inspiration for me ever since I started. Her kindness and support have had a profound influence on me. Myles’s wisdom and storytelling have also helped me considerably. Phil and the other senior runners have also been great mentors and friends.

Do you do any cross training / other sports on a regular basis?

I used to do yoga/pilates classes several years ago, and I definitely credit that with making me a better and ‘injury-resistant’ runner. Less so now although I do try do a bit myself. Mainly body weight and resistance band work. Nothing serious, mind you. I also walk a lot with the kids!

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Meet & Train Cherryfield

Race Report by Zoe Greene

Photos by Aggie Buckley, Paddy Lynch, Denis McCaul and Valerie Power.


After last week’s hardcore Cow Park in Dunboyne the sight of the relatively flat, muck free fields in Cherryfield was a very welcome one. Even the weather was being kind although there were some hailstones before the race the conditions for the race were ideal with the sun even making an appearance towards the end.

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Race Reporter and 1st Sportsworld athlete home Zoe Greene!

The course was 2 laps of a series of 3 fields so quite varied. As the course was flat the pace was quick from the start and as it was the last race there was no holding back. The Sportsworld team were up there from the start, supporting each other through the first lap. They were being eagerly cheered on by a large group of Sportsworld supporters who were dotted around the course. Emily even had her hair done for the occasion!

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The Sportsworld team held their places and a number of runners gained a few spots as the rest of the field started to tire. The second part of the last lap did seem to drag on and no wonder as it turns out the course was 2.5 miles although I think this meant we could have an extra biscuit after the race!

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The entire Sportsworld team put in stellar performances with plenty of wrecked, red faces at the end. Of particular mention is Catherine and Anna who kept up the strong pace throughout and Breda who gave it everything right to the end.

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So we are hanging up the dirty spikes for now and we are leaving the bumpy and mucky fields behind for the meet & train road series. Well done team!

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Retro Report – Less is More 2006

Conor Kenny has dusted down his old programmes from the Terenure 5,  formerly known as the Dublin 5 Mile Classic. Each year there were articles and features written by some of Sportsworlds finest. Conor has kindly offered to transcribe these articles and give them a second wind! It also ensures that club members contributions are archived and not lost or forgotten

The second piece is by Sandra Gowran and first appeared in the Dublin 5 Mile Classic Race Programme, May 2006.


 

Report By Sandra Gowran (For her Meet-the-Runner feature: Click here)

Flicking through the training programmes contained in running magazines, it doesn’t take long to work out that discussion revolves frequently between the benefits and risks of high mileage over low mileage intensive training regimes.

What is consistent is that all programmes warn of the dangers of increasing mileage too quickly. Many runners follow this advice. Many don’t and end up injured having to abandon the programme in order to take time out to recover from the injury that it induced.

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Hence the axiom ‘Less is more’. The less caution a runner approaches a new training programme with, the more chance they have of getting injured. So, some might say that the less you train the less chance you have of becoming injured and therefore the more chance you have of continuing your training programme.

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Sandra Gowran in action

That makes sense but only to a point. What is training all about if not training the human body to do more than it was capable of prior to this? If our bodies could run 4, 5, 6 or 7 minute miles naturally, why would we need to train?

The fact is that training and pushing the body beyond the level of fitness it currently is the reason why competitive runners run. Whether it is about beating your Personal Best over a certain distance, winning a race, winning your age category, beating competitors or simply reaching your full human potential in your chosen sport.

There are a multitude of reasons why we train our bodies to do what they cannot do without consistent and steady training. For each reason there is probably a matching injury capable of putting a stop to your gallop, literally!

Runners are well versed in the Latin names for various muscles, tissues and ligaments that pertain to the human body as they are obscure names for injuries that befall them – plantir facitis, IT bands, tight hamstrings, inflamed Achilles, bruised metatarsals, we are a wordy lot!

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It is the whole area of obscure names, for unrelenting injuries, that has brought me to another interpretation of the ‘less is more’ axiom. It is related to the premise of the less you have of something, the more you appreciate it. As with most of the more valuable lessons I’ve learnt in life so far, this one came the hard way – through months of deprivation from one of my greatest passions in life – that is the simple act of lacing up my grubby trainers and heading out the door to run.

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The parks, roads, paths, trails, hills, fields, tracks that were my places of worship, all very quickly became memories of days gone by when I’d take them for granted. The memories seem to become more vivid and sharp with my diminishing fitness.

The great outdoors of the world of running was replaced by swimming lanes, aqua joggers, stationary rowers, upright bikes, cross-trainers, weights, whatever, anything to maintain some level of fitness not to mention sanity! But nothing compared to life in a pair of trainers in the open air.

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The gift of a road racer bicycle came close though and, for a time, the daylight hours co-operated. The great outdoors was, yet again, on the menu – the feel of speed cutting through the wind against my face whilst my lungs gasped for more oxygen reawakened my senses. But, it also served to remind me of how much I love the simple things pure act of running – placing one foot in front of the other, as fast as you can for as long as you can. Nothing compares.

So, yes, after 8 months when I was told that, at last, I could run but only for a short period, I seized the opportunity with both hands as lovingly and gently as I would a new born baby. From my pre-injury 15 miler on a Sunday morning to a maximum of a 7 minute jog, it was some adjustment – but the long absence had sharpened my desire. Seven minutes was better than zero minutes – ‘less is more’ – sometimes.

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Sandra Gowran and Lucy D’arcy warm weather training!

Running is a gift, a treasure, a pure and whole and perfect gem from nature to us. Our bodies are the bearers for this gift, if we abuse them, consciously or not, we will suffer, the purity of the gift will be diminished. As with all of nature, it exists in a state of fine balance. It is up to us to do our best to maintain that balance in order to continue to enjoy the gift.

Runners are well practiced in the habit of forgetting the pain of injury and the agony of not being able to run. It’s part of our condition. But, we can take time out to enjoy our next run to savour it as if it were our last – if we do this frequently enough we’ll never tire or lack motivation because we will be reminded of how precious this gift is that we enjoy.

So, for all of you running today – enjoy it – grab it with both hands and savour it.

Happy Running!

Irish Runner Paced Mile – Second Night

Report By Eoin O’Brien

Inspired by Sandra Gowran’s 1-race-per-month 2016 plan, I realised that the end of February was fast approaching. I cried out of the BHAA cross country last weekend due to struggling fitness (eating cake) so I decided to jump into the Irish Runner paced mile last night.  Something new and no harm with the upcoming track season and club training. And sure it’s only a mile, seriously how hard could it be.

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The Sportsworld Saturday morning bake off has begun 

I’m sure there are plenty of races on this weekend but I’m committed to making caramel slices for training on Saturday. I know my where my priorities lie. Michael Cunningham threw down the challenge last Saturday morning, arriving at the club house with a basket of amazing homemade chocolate brownies; whist I stood there holding a pack of hobnobs. Also this Sunday I want to do another lap of the Waterworks before the Ballycotton 10 miler on March 6th.

As much as people bemoan the hill at the end of Ballycotton, it’s nothing like the Waterworks hills. Until recently the last climb on the Waterworks also had a dog halfway up,  which for years launched himself at me when, as a grown adult, I slipped my runners off and tried to tippy toe past his gate each week with my bottom lip trembling.

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The last climb at the Waterworks

As that dog got older, fatter and slower he took to firing stones at me as the chase became impossible. Until his eventual demise a few years ago I used to lie in bed on Sunday mornings after the alarm went off debating whether to head to Tallaght or just give up running altogether.

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Anyway I digress. So I was at the dog free track. The set up at ALSAA right beside Dublin Airport is quite impressive with the track just alongside the main complex. This Irish runner event had a talk on at 7pm but I was never going to make that with the Wednesday evening traffic now that the schools are back. I really find it hard to believe that many children are driving these days.

The premise was quite simple. At 8pm someone will pace a 12min mile and thereafter there is a pacer for 11min, 10min etc all the way down to the 5 min mile. It’s chipped timed and you just go with the pacer that fits your goals. While we all love our half marathons and 10ks, the mile on the track (4 laps) is a classic distance with a rich history.

The Irish records are held by Ray Flynn (1982 – 3:49.77) and Sonia O’Sullivan (1994 – 4.:17.25). There is also of course Eamonn Coghlan who became the first person over 40 to run a sub-4min mile in front of a packed house at the Harvard University indoor track in 1994. The weight of history was not lost on me as I had my own track legacy to protect.

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Allow me to digress briefly once more. If you haven’t heard (and if you have I don’t mind telling you again….and again) I pulled off an unlikely first ever victory in my first ever track race at the BHAA Trinity Track event in the summer of 2015. Tonight’s race is the first step in the Road to Rio aka Trinity College 2016. The date is Wednesday June 16th folks; put that in your diary.

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Typical reactions as I talk about my past glories 

Back to the present. A quick change in the car and I stuck my head in the door at the ALSAA sports centre. I caught the end of the talk in front of 40 or so which seemed to be about how to categorise your running to get something out of each session. More importantly I caught the piece explaining that this was a paced run and not a race. And to enjoy onesgoodself.

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Outside at trackside was Sportsworlds ever smiling Lucy D’Arcy with her timing company myrunresults.com all set up and ready to go. Stephen Willoughby was the only other Sportworld face I recognised and it turned out he was pacing the 8min mile. So out of 3 Sportsworlders two were working. Well we all know what that means, yes I’m writing the race report for once.

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Lucy & Stephen 

Stephen was out before me with his group, it was the largest group of the night as

A. it was our lovely Stephen pacing and
B. it was combined with the 9min milers (the 12min/11min/10min was also a combined start earlier).

As an experience pacer he brought a good group home comfortably under 8min. It was perfect conditions for running, a clear night, a  full moon, very cold, crisp and little in the way of the breeze.

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I was up next for the 7min mile so we all lined up behind our pacer ready to go.  I observed that the pacer didn’t have any helium balloons tied around his waist so he could be easily spotted. It was announced then that my pacer was former Irish international and sub 4 min mile runner Gareth Turnbull.  I decided to keep those observations about balloons to myself.

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Soooo apparently this is not something you see on the track. Who knew?

I picked the sub 7 minute mile based on running 35:50 in the Rahney 5 mile back in January. A six minute mile would be too ambitious/not going to happen, so I figure if I break the 7 mile comfortably I’ll go for the 6 minute mile at this same event next month.

And off we went. I was surprised at the pace of the first 100m and got that little initial twang of panic that fades once you settle into a race. It was a crowded start and I got unintentionally blocked down the back. It was a mile so it was nothing to worry about but I still didn’t want to let a gap open to the pacer and have more work to do at the business end of the lap. I got into a decent position after 500m and then just sat in beside Turnbull who was banging out the splits on time. And that was it, my work done for the night.

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The great thing about the paced mile is the pacer does all the work while encouraging & cajoling us all the way around. I didn’t even set my watch. I just sat on his shoulder until there was 300m to go and he told us to head off if we where up to it. It was a paced event and not a race so we stuck with the pacer but once given the all clear I broke off with two others and came in under the gantry in 6.38.

Overall I still had to push it but broke 7 min comfortably. I’ll jump in with the 6min pacer next month with the plan to at least break 6.30. The quality of the pacers doesn’t diminish either with Irish legend Catherina McKiernan pacing the 6min mile last night.

The whole atmosphere of the evening was ‘can do’ and to get everyone their goal. When someone asked about getting a 5.30 mile at the end of the pre-race talk, pacer Feidhlim Kelly offered to take them around and the pair broke the 5.30 marker….before Feidhlim went off again leading the sub-5min mile group.

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I recommend everyone to give next month’s event a try out. Especially if you haven’t ran on the track before. Seriously if you haven’t been on the track before this is the perfect introduction.  It’s very relaxed and encouraging with each group supporting the next. Again it’s not a race but an opportunity to get an official chipped time for one of the classic race distances.

As runners it can be hard to break routine and doing what you always do on a Wednesday. I’m a total long distance merchant but get out of your comfort zone, go and do something new next month and have some fun with your running people!

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It’s also a nice feeling waking up today to having an official 1 mile time for the first time that can be compared (badly) against the times of the worlds best; and I’ve something to work towards reducing this summer.

Next paced mile is March 23rd at ALSAA and of course the big one is the BHAA Trinity Track on June 15th.

Who thought you could write so much on a 1 mile race, imagine I’d run a marathon #warandpeace

Full results: My Run Results

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If you work hard enough and dream big enough one day you might get your own t-shirt too. Might.

Goldsboro Half Marathon 2016

Race Report by Gavin Finlay

Looking for a tune-up half marathon ahead of the full in Wilmington next month, I decided on Goldsboro on Feb 6th, an 80 minute drive from Durham. A morning to myself, a mini road trip beyond the pale into rural eastern North Carolina, and no kids? I’ll take it.

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As is customary in my adopted North Carolina races start very early. 8am. So, this required a ‘redeye’ drive southeast on the I-40 in mostly eery darkness. Not one to break with tradition, I was cutting it fine to get there in time for bib pickup and adequate warmup + strides etc. This despite the ungodly 4:45am rise. Bitterly cold, coffee mug in hand I hit the road at 5:30am in my beat-up Japanese SVU.

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The field was pretty small for a half marathon, I’d say only around 150 souls. The atmosphere was friendly, the organisers and volunteers chirpy and helpful – after all it was fundraising event for the local YMCA.

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I know, I know, too easy…sorry I couldn’t help myself

I scoured the group for any signs of competition – ie. thin, singlet-wearing folk shamelessly modeling racing short-shorts. Admittedly anecdotal, rather than a scientific study, I have yet to meet someone run a sub 1:13 not meeting the above criteria. I have a chance here, I thought. My favourite Aesop’s Fable, ‘The Tortoise and the Hare’ never far from my mind, however, I just focused on running my own race and sticking with the plan of aggressively targeting a 1:12 (@ 5:30/mile pace).

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A Tortoise and A Hare

Marathon training has been going well since last November and I was patiently confident I had the speed-stamina to hit this tempo. Especially since this was an absurdly flat course, at least compared to where I run and train everyday. Yes, this was pancake flat. Plus, the cold weather conditions were near perfect with ne’er a whisper of wind.

Goldsboro is kind of like Kildare. Without the Curragh and St. Brigid. Ah no, that’s probably very unfair to Kildare actually because this place was grim and charmless, as many rural Carolinian areas and towns can be. Maybe it’s the lack of green, I don’t know. All drab strip malls, car dealerships, fast food outlets, enormous gas stations, terrifying trailer parks, motels, gun stores, BBQs, bleak Baptist churches etc.

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Downtown Goldsboro

And even churches IN strip malls. Don’t get me wrong, I like the United States and parts of it are breathtakingly beautiful but when it’s ugly, it’s damn ugly. I wonder what the Native Americans think of it all? ‘What have you done?! This land was beautiful, pristine. And you turned into a parking lot and shopping mall!’ Y’all in the “South” now, boy! Bible-belt territory. ‘Jesus doesn’t have the answer. Jesus is the answer!’ Really? Yeah but what’s Jesus’s haf-marathon PB?

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Having said that, the race did start and finish in a beautiful ‘gated community’ and country club golf course with dozens of McMansions dotted around, that I suspect cost the same as a 2 bed apartment in Dublin 6. I even passed a Trump 2016 sign at mile 2. I settled in a nice tempo on my own for the first 3 miles and then hesitated at a fork in the road. Straight ahead or right? Balls. Why didn’t I study the course map more? Where are the race stewards? Tortoise and hare, anyone?

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The problems when you lead out a race in a new country!

Finally after an anxious 20-30 seconds, a car kindly arrived and set me right. Panic over. The course weaved through the golf course and out onto the main road. From here it would be an out and back loop for the next 10 miles on forgivingly flat asphalt. This was a new experience for me: leading from the front with nobody around. There wasn’t even the glamour of a ‘leader’s motorbike’ to keep me company. This presented its own mental challenges I suppose, and midway through the 13.1 I probably did lag slightly. I had to remind myself and check-in to maintain that 5:30 tempo. The mind wanders, the pace can decline.

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Race reporter and race winner in 1 hour 13min Sportsworlds Gavin!

Alas, that 1:12 wasn’t to be this time. I did manage to pick it up for the last couple miles but  the damage was done at ‘forkgate’ and the mid-race wilderness between miles 7-10. No excuses though. This was a worthwhile time-trial in the greater 18 week marathon scheme and satisfied to have done it. Thanks to all the kind people I met at the race, including the lady who ran with her miniature dog, bib and all! And even the cheeky teenager who murmured as I crossed the line, ‘That beard must help him run fast’. Indeed.

Onwards to Wrightsville Beach, Wilmington on 19 March.

BHAA ALSAA Cross Country 2016

Race report by Sandra Gowran

Photos from the BHAA Flickr account, click here for full gallery: Flickr

I don’t make New Year’s resolutions, I don’t believe in them to be honest, as I think any day of the year can be a new start; and frequently is for me! That said, I have found that making personal challenges keeps me motivated in training, particularly at times when I feel like I’m struggling a bit.

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Race reporter Sandra beating the men at their own game!

Last October I took on Ronhill’s ‘run every day in October’ challenge, I managed to get out most days, but it didn’t really matter if I hit a perfect 30 day run, the net effect was to get me through another month’s training with a bit of distraction.

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Ron Hill – second man to break 2.10 in the marathon

And so it was for similar reasons that I chose my next personal challenge, to race at least once per month from Jan-Dec. In recent years months could go by and I wouldn’t have raced, so I started the year off with a 5km on New Year’s day, a couple of weeks later I did the Dublin Masters xc and unfortunately had to miss the national master’s xc due to a sinus infection. So January had got off to a good start.

When I set myself a challenge I always tell at least a few people as I find I’m more likely to carry through if I know someone might ask how I’m getting on and so over a post-training cuppa in the Clubhouse last week Conor Kenny asked me had I done my February race yet. When I said no he suggested the BHAA xc in ALSAA, the men’s 5 mile he felt would provide a suitable challenge!

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The ALSAA complex beside Dublin Airport

And so off we went to ALSAA on a pretty miserable Saturday morning, it was probably about 10 years since I’d done that race. I felt like a complete novice and was delighted to be minded by Conor who even chauffeured me there and back.

The women’s race started at 11am, it was a small but fast field and the eventual winner Sarah Mulligan led a blistering pace over the wet muddy fields finishing the 2 mile course in 12.51. Sportsworld’s Kathleen Horgan finished very well up in 15th place in a time of 15.10, modest as ever she didn’t allude to this super performance when we spoke afterwards.

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Kathleen Horgan

Soon after reaching the race area we met the ever cheerful Brian Conway, and other than at the start line this was the last we were to see of Brian who zipped off at the start, and finished in 80th position in 38.19.

Lining up for the 5 mile men’s race felt a bit strange and I was thrilled to see 3 other women join the start line. The BHAA has always welcomed women into the men’s races (unfortunately however the reverse is not allowed for the men). My rationale for doing the longer race was that I was giving up a Saturday morning training session and so I wanted it to be for a decent distance and 2 miles wasn’t cutting it for me. And so it was that I headed out with about 140 men and 3 other women on the 4 lap course around a very wet and muddy ALSAA.

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Brian Conway (3061)

The first lap felt awfully long, but I got into a rhythm avoiding as much of the heavy mud as I could. By the end of the second lap I was thinking, “Jeez I have as much to do as I’ve done, maybe I’ll just drop out after 3!” But having battled through one short period where my legs were beginning to get heavy I decided my best strategy was just to try to keep running steady and so it I soon found myself at the start of the final lap as the leading man (Brian MacMahon 28.21) headed into the finishing straight. To my surprise I was able to pick up the pace a bit for the last lap and finished the race strong in 107th position, (42.04). Conor Kenny who’s missed most of January through injury was about a minute behind.

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Conor Kenny (3693)

It was a great morning, and despite the inclement conditions we even had some good support from Kathleen Horgan and Sandra Armstrong. February completed; roll on March and the Ballycotton 10!

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Meet & Train Winter League Dunboyne

Report by Anna Delaney
Photos by Valerie Power & Catherine Mulleady
 

Meet & Train races generally take place in parks, on flat surfaces which are kind to the participants, many of whom are new to racing or making a comeback.   Not so on Sunday 21st February.   Meet & Train moved into the hardcore zone – Cow Park Dunboyne. A daunting prospect.  

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The weather wasn’t on our side either.  It was grey, wet & windy.   Cow Park was bumpy, marshy & mucky.  A near perfect day for Emma and Laurence to try out their shiny new spikes!   The conditions didn’t stop a large crowd of eager Sportsworld women heading off on the 3 lap jaunt. It was tough going from the off and the pace brisk enough notwithstanding the conditions.

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Valerie Power & Race Reporter Anna laughing it up!

First lap was OKish, we were still fresh enough to tackle the marsh, second lap it got tougher, third lap was just get through it.    Great to see some hardened supporters out on the course.  Thanks Conor, Jim and Dave for making the journey. Being a spectator on a day like this is nearly as bad as racing. At least we warmed up!

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We were without our usual Meet & Train leader, Paddy, but Emily took over the reins and managed to fly around the course shouting instructions at us from various different spots.   Catherine was our first girl home. A really strong performance.

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Quite a few other outstanding performances on the day – Breda had a great run as did Margaret who turned up straight from her sick bed.  That’s dedication!

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Claire Rowley and Naoise also gained a few places from the last race.  We were a happy bunch once we were all safely over that line. The relief was heavenly!  We were practically revelling in the muck at that stage taking photos and all.  It’s all great gas when the hard work is over.  Then a 1m jog back to Dunboyne clubhouse and the nicest cup of tea ever. Well done everyone.   

It’s all to do again next Sunday in Cherryfield Park at 11am for the last race in the Winter league.

Retro Report – The Road Less Travelled 2002

Conor Kenny has dusted down his old programmes from the Terenure 5,  formerly known as the Dublin 5 Mile Classic. Each year there where articles and features written by some of Sportsworlds finest so Conor has kindly offered to transcribe these articles and give them a second wind! It also ensures that club members contributions are archived and not lost or forgotten

First up is an piece from Conor on mountain running which featured in the May 2002 race programme.


By Conor Kenny

“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood and I took the one less travelled,
And that has made all the difference”
Robert Frost

To the non-runner struggling to understand this unnatural obsession, runners are either heroic, patriotic Olympians or merely, slightly sad, get-in-your-way Sunday morning ‘Joggers’. The ultimate in fame or “Ah God Love them” victim. There’s no in between and, if you’re not famous, you join the latter label instantly: “There Darling, look at them, you should be out there ‘jogging’ too”

The joy of running is not in winning. If it were, we mere mortals would have retired ages ago. No, running is a magnificent engine that creates fun, memories and even the occasional medal. Even the ‘finishers’ medal’ can create a treasure chest of memories, trips and PB’s.

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On the way to the start

It’s a funny old sport. A season that last 52 weeks of the year, a sport that carries on regardless of the wind, rain or storm. It’s a race against ourselves, a physical battle that tests our mental strength and not just in a race. It’s the ultimate mid-winter Angel & Devil debate; “Stay in, it’s cold and wet. You’re tired, you deserve a rest. Come on, you’ve worked hard, relax, what’s the rush? Go tomorrow”. The seductive voice is rudely interrupted by the strict voice that says “Get your ass out the door, drop the excuses and go lose some weight” – Eventually ‘Reasonable Voice’ enters the fray. “Oh Go On, go, you won’t regret it” Thing is, you never do. You go (mostly!)

Lots and lots has been written about winners, elites and so on but, this little piece, is about the regular, middle of the pack runner, who falls in behind the winners and pace setters. It’s in these private personal battles that my best memories have been born and they are as fresh today in my head.

In 1999, after running in the Irish Mountain Running Association leagues, I decided I’d have a go at the ultimate race on their annual calendar, Carrounthill, Kerry.

It’s a terrifying race. No marshals, no aid, no markings and no supporters. Its 4 miles straight up and 4 miles down. It tests courage, strength, will power and more. The climbs are horrific and the descents utterly frightening. There are no paths, just loose stone.

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Eric, a good friend, was given a highly edited invite to join me. Kerry, June, a bit of a hill and a night out after. Before he could think about it “I’ll pick you up, I’ll drive” He agreed to come. Now, I should tell you that the reason this race is held in June is because it has the record of visibility and, they added, the fewest casualties and fatalities. Carrounthill is not to be messed with.

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Eric Golden

The night before, Eric couldn’t understand why I was a little on edge. He said “How long is the race tomorrow?” I said “Oh, about 8 Miles” Eric never spoke after that. Later that evening, we drove in the mid summer dusk to look across the lakes at this beast. It was beautiful but it was surreal. The idea of ‘running’ any of it was hilarious. You know what I mean by ‘hilarious’? Nervous laughter that looked like we’d overdosed on Botox.

It’s about a 10 mile drive to the start. Each mountain seemed bigger than the next. Eric kept saying “That one? Surely not ‘that’ one?”

We drove through Killorglin without a curtain moving, passed the Gap of Dunloe beaming in the sun. Around a few twisty bends and “Sweet Divine Jesus, that couldn’t be Carrounthill, is it?” It was.

The start was the most frightening ever …. Ever. The entire entry for this ‘Irish International Championship’ event was 38. No women, all men. Almost everyone wore international tracksuits boasting of Olympic selection, National honours and more. Eric and I wondered if our Sportsworld tracksuits fitted in.

A friendly face, Vivian O’Gorman, was officiating. Vivian is a much better hill runner than I. Knowing the answer, I asked Vivian how tough was this. He smiled, said “Very” and continued on his way. There was no point warming up, we were doomed.

John Lenihan is a World Champion Mountain Runner. He has been undefeated on this beast for 14 straight years and one of the most modest men you’ll meet. I was in awe of this legend as I lined up with Eric and the other 36.

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John Lenihan descending. World Mountain Running Champion

The start was simply a vertical slope. Lenihan was away like some clockwork toy making mincemeat of the hill. Those of us at the back, about 8 of the 38, blew up after 100 metres and walked. There was just 4 miles of sheer climbing ahead. This was going to be some challenge.

In time, I got a little rhythm going. After all, here I was taking on this most daunting of challenges – me and just 37 others.

An hour into the climb I looked up at the vertical peaks that still lay ahead. It was soul destroying not to mention the physical pain. I considered giving up. Just then, like some Messiah emerging from the clouds above, arms flailing and feet dancing, came Lenihan on his descent. His speed was a dance, this was a World Champion mesmerising us mortals. He glided from jagged edge to jagged edge and one wrong foot spelt enormous danger. I paused, on all fours, to watch. He looked across and gave me a smile and thumbs up. I couldn’t surrender now. A DNF is nothing. I scrambled on.

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The final ridge

I tried hard to catch the 2 ahead but I couldn’t. I stayed with them all the way to the summit vowing to take them on the descent. Not far behind me was my friend Eric, a tough cookie beavering away. The gap was small.

The final ridge is the stuff of nightmares. An undulating, uneven rocky path links 2 ridges. It’s about 2 metres wide. On either side, unguarded, the drop is over 1,000 feet.

On either side, American tourists, in full mountain climbing gear, stared in disbelief as these wild Irishmen, in shorts and singlets, ran as fast as they could along this treacherous trail. I don’t think they knew what they were cheering, a remake of Braveheart perhaps?

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Nearing the summit

I’d never been to the summit of Carrounthill. It was breath-taking. A simple metal cross and dry stone hide marked it out. More tourists sipping from flasks, more cheering and time to turn.

The descent was a rollercoaster. Full throttle, no fear, throw yourself forward. Just go. It was time to catch those 2 guys.

Quickly, I caught one, then another, then 2 more. It was exhilarating. It was my Chariots of Fire, my Olympics. I fell twice but that was just an inconvenience.

From 36th overall, I was heading for 32nd. That would do me.

About 2 miles from the finish, there’s a soft sloping boggy ridge. It gives your feet a break. I eased up a little hearing (or so I thought?) a manic kind of roar. It grew louder. I chanced to look over my shoulder. Closing in fast was a flame haired 6’2” Kerry runner who was really angry that I had overtaken him. He passed me at the speed of light and looked me in the eye and roared.

It scared whatever life was left in me straight out. Worse still, he then raised a clenched fist as the final tribal stamp of his superiority.

As he continued his incredible speed down the soft boggy ridge he forgot to take a sharp right hand turn that would lead him home.

Alas, I couldn’t find the energy to shout after him. He disappeared into oblivion and I finished in 32nd.

But, that’s not important or even the point of this story. Read on.

My time was 2 hours and 15 minutes. Decent compared to others. I was satisfied. The clock kept ticking and every few minutes the 33rd runner, the 34th and so on came around the final bend.

At 3 hours and 5 minutes, the last runner was in. But where was my friend Eric? He was only 100 metres behind me at the summit.

The Stewards looked impatient and that turned to worry. I started to fear the worst, this mountain had claimed too many.

Ten minutes after the last runner came in, Eric came around the corner looking relaxed. Rather than rush to congratulate him, I unleashed my anxiety “What the Hell happened to you? You were only 100 meters behind me and now it’s an hour?”

His reply made a powerful mark and taught me a precious lesson.

“Nothing happened me Conor, nothing at all. I got to the summit, saw the beautiful views and met some of the Americans taking shelter. They gave me some tea and asked me what was going on. I told them. Then I told them I must go and came down”

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Race reporter Conor Kenny & Eric Golden

You see, Eric enjoyed his run that day and I was to learn why.

That night, he gave me his view;

“You see Conor, I was never ever going to win the race. I probably won’t ever see the summit again so I thought I’m going to stop, take in the view and enjoy it all. It’s that simple and I had a lovely day”

Eric took the road less travelled. If he didn’t, I wouldn’t have learnt a valuable lesson and you wouldn’t be reading this today.

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Donadea 50k 2016

Race report by Ronan Murray

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Sportsworld Shay Brady & Race Reporter Ronan Murray

Last November I decided that I wanted to try a race longer than a Marathon ( just because) , so I roped in Shay Brady , entered the Donadea 50K and told myself “it will be grand , I have 12weeks”

Next thing I know the alarm goes off and I discover it is 6am race day – Ahhh where did the time go – im not ready –I’ll never get around that distance. All of the usual panic moments before a race.

Fast forward to 9.55am , 4 nervous sportsworld runners are on the start line , myself , Shay Brady , Irene O’Connor and a late entry Claire Harrington . All have one goal in mind – Finish.

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Claire Harrington

It was unusual not to be time focused and just run how you feel and we quickly settled into an easy pace. The race consists of 10 x 5K laps and I was counting them down by park runs “ only 8 park runs to go” , “only 7”and so on.

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The first 25k or so were fine but then fatigue started and each lap seemed longer and it didn’t help that the leaders were lapping us. The first time the leader passed us we cheered him on, the second time we gave him a thumbs up , by the third time I wanted to trip him up.

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Irene O’Connor

Finally it was almost finished “on the last park run” and all I could think about was getting off my poor feet and drinking cold beer, and like a mirage in the distance was the finish line. I had done it. I was over the moon.

All four of us finished and all four were happy and exhausted. If you fancy a challenge greater than a marathon, Donadea 50K is a good one . But be warned, if you’re an ultra virgin like me, it is a long long way.

Now what one to do next ??????

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