The Resurrection of Mr Turnbull
Apparently, the terrible news spread around East Kilbride like wildfire back in 2015; Drew Turnbull had popped his clogs and Don was, naturally, shocked and upset. He was even more shocked today to be greeted by the same Drew, looking hale and hearty and no worse that when he had last seen him (albeit sporting some designer stubble, perhaps in memory of George Michael?). Turns out that reports of his death had been greatly exaggerated and that he had merely fallen off his bike. However, you know what these Kilbridonians are like, absolutely prone to exaggeration (ask JD about the 'elbow incident' when the Nationals were last at Cupar and you'll understand what I mean).
Still, the angels rejoiced and sang Hallelujah at the surprise resurrection. It was very good indeed to have Drew and Margaret back in their rightful position on the startline, standing for no nonsense as far as appeals on the handicapping were concerned.
But where were the under-40s? With the notable exception of Fiona and Ian Hutchie, they were nowhere to be seen. So, with only a dozen actual competitors, the Hutchies sensed the opportunity to stuff the race with their own, bringing in son Ian as the scratch runner. However, this clever ploy failed to net any actual prizes, leaving the Hutchies to sulk off early after the event, mumbling some excuse or other about having to go back to the grandchildren!
The race itself was as normal; 12 athletes in various disguises causing mayhem and consternation around the streets and lanes of Carbeth. Muffy was first home, her first appearance after an absence of some years. Gordon Mac came in second, steaming ahead of Don Reid in 3rd place, the only Superman known to require the assistance of his wife to pull on his underpants; be thankful, Lois Lane! Meanwhile, John Quinn wore a pair of underpants that frankly would have looked humumgous even on Charlie Campbell.
The good news obviously was the non-demise of DT. The not-so-good news was the demise of The Carbeth Inn. So the non-Hutchie contingent headed down instead to the Kirkhouse Inn for the presentation, where refreshments and mince pies were enjoyed by all.
Results (position, name, handicap time, actual time)
1 Muffy 28:56, 27:56
2 Gordon M 29:53, 21:53
3 Don 30:10, 22:10
4 Fiona H 31:27, 31:27
5 Fiona Main 31:34, 30:34
6 Ian H 31:47, 18:47 (fastest time)
7 John H 32:30, 27:30
8 Rod F 32:33, 21:33
9 Dave 32:43, 23:43
10 John Q 32:47, 25:47
11 Helen 32:48, 28:48
12 David Dickson 33:01, 24:01
Big thanks to the reincarnated Drew, Margaret and Elma for officiating!
While some Westies were doing their utmost to prop up the UK's ailing brewing industry (and succeeding, judging by the photographs), others found themselves in Callander for Race #2 in the Trossachs Night Trail Series.
Conditions were perfect: cool and damp, and the route was all combinations of twisty, turny, rocky, leafy, rooty, uppy, downy, a little bit levelly, slippy, very slippy, not quite so slippy, and muddy with a couple of hundred metres of steep tarmac (ugh!) thrown in just for good measure. A terrific race with the added thrill of not really knowing where you were at any particular point. Or where anyone else was. Or why...
The race was won by some chap from Shettleson - I forget who - with some cracking Westies performances rewarded at the prizegiving: Val winning 2nd woman and first F50, Heather 3rd F, Ian 3rd M50, and Brian 2nd M60 (Gordon McCaffrey where were you?)
Many thanks to Angela Mudge for putting on a brilliant event.
1 25.33 Robert Simpson Shettleston M
14 31.25 Ian Thurlbeck Westerlands M50
15 31.50 Catriona Buchanan Ochil HR F
17 32.14 Marc Roper Westerlands M50
21 33.08 Val Houston Westerlands F50
26 33.56 Christopher McKiddie Westerlands M
31 34.47 Don Reid Westerlands M50
32 34.51 Heather Simpson Westerlands F
43 37.10 Brian Brennan u/a (that's what it says Brian) M60
45 37.42 Gordon Bulloch Westerlands M40
68 46.01 Carol Martin Westerlands F40
Full results, organiser's report, and details of the next race here:
We had another good turnout for this year's festive mystery pub run. The Bon Accord provided its usual great starting point for pre-run hydration and dressing-up. We visited The State, Hug and Pint, Inn Deep and Arlington Bar before enjoying a fab curry at The Shenaz. Thanks to all fo making it such a great Westies night. Merry Christmas.
What a great evening was had on Saturday. Fiona organised the annual Christmas dinner, as she has done for many years and it ran like clockwork. Westies old and new catching up and the conversation, banter and laughter was non-stop all night. The only break in proceeding was for the club captain and ladies captainess to announce how well Westies had done over the year, awards going to Jamie, Fiona, Helen, James and Claire. Sorry James we drank your beer! Dave Calder also brilliant as usual with his observations on Westies race reports.
I was lucky enough to be awarded Westie of the Year for 2016. Thank you to those who voted for me. It is a real honour to have my name on the cup for a second time. I’m truly humbled.
I will use this opportunity as WoTY to say thank you to all Westies who took part in organising the 2016 British Athletics Fell and Hill Running Relay Championships in Luss especially the Relay Committee Team, Jamie, Christine, Helen, John H, Lizzy and Pat. I believe we did show that Westerlands knows how to put on a race.
West District Championships, Mosshill, Ayrshire - 4th December, 2016
The venue looked none-too-promising - several laps of fields around an old industrial estate to the south of Ayr - however it turned out to be a stonking race with undulating hills, sticky glaur and nice views in a cold but pleasant afternoon. In the women's 4-mile race, Val ran a stormer to finish 23rd overall and 3rd V50, closely followed by Lorna, Maya, Christine (3rd V60), Leanne and Claire (winner of the sprint finish of the day award!). However, despite Gaynor's epic ultra performances in exotic Atlantic islands , she was defeated on this occasion by a stonker of a cold, and dropped out after a lap or so! The brilliant runs by Val, Lorna and Christine earned the ladies a 2nd in the Masters Team event.
By my reckoning, Westies men would have been about 4th in the senior 6-mile event had all our ex-members still been running for us!! Still, Bastien had a stonking run (as opposed to a stonking cold) to lead our boys home. Niall, Ian, Dave, Chris and John Q (dapper and stylish as one expects from a Kilbridian) followed home in that order.
Other clubs may well have stonking gazebos and tents, emblazoned with sponsor's logos, to match the quality of their athletes. Our wee shelter is necessarily more modest in comparison. Shettleston may well have won the team event for running, however, when it comes to canvas disassembly, Westies left the Shetts, and every other club, standing as JQ deftly crushed our pop-up protection into its bag in 49.23 seconds, a season's best. There's all to play for as we head towards the Nationals in February!
23 Val H 29:55 (3rd V50)
45 Lorna 32:18 (4th V50)
69 Maya 34:41
81 Christine 35:54 (3rd V60)
86 Leanne 36:31
89 Claire 36:52
Team - 6th overall, 2nd Masters.
53 Bastien 40:35
62 Niall 41:04
153 Ian 46:29
180 Dave 48:17
208 Chris McK 51:24
226 John Q 54:18
Team- 15th overall, 20th Masters
I think Tinto’s a brilliant race.
You stand at the bottom of a hill and chat for a bit.
Then you run up to the top of the top of the hill and then back down to the bottom as fast as you can.
Then you stand at the bottom of the hill and chat a bit more.
And that’s all you need.
1) Ewan Brown (Corstorphine)
6) Robert Simpson
7) Gregor Stewart
20) James Callender
23) Charlotte Morgan (Carnethy)
45) Alasdair MacInnes
67) Russell Crane
76) Graham Kelly
77) Rod Flemming
78) Don Reid
127) Heather Simpson
158) Owen O’Neill (with a dodgy ankle)
198) Steph Keane
212) Eileen Hamill
(Special mention must go to the Westies (Very) Junior section - Thomas & Annie Arnott - for making their hill-running debut at the Tinto Tiptoe.)
Eridge 10, 2016
“Have you been?” Well, quite frankly. Yes,you don’t want to know. Again,tut,tut,tut, this really was so long,long ago. Recalcitrant,racing renditions,round and round the……..Oh, come on you would’nt dare trot that one out….or would you?
Clearly always a wonderful day, no, week-end away to The Garden of England that is Kent for the tough,tough, 10 mile cross country that may just have gleaned across these pages before.
Always well supported with Tunbridge Wells Harriers at the helm and many seriously boggy patches to slow you down if not come to an absolute stop in knee high mud.(I hope it was mud?). Getting hot,hot,hot after first mile and those hills are killers . Ground seemed to be far more rutted this year…..woman behind”Ah,oh, ah, this is a nightmare”. Hang in there, it won’t last for ever – that’s what you think.
Will not repeat all the gory details again. Of course the beer was as good as ever….relaxing in the sun. Anywhere near T.W. first Sunday in September……..what? Give it a try – you will love it.
Moffat Festival of Running, 10 ml.
“Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken and many times confused and I’ve often felt…….”
We really must apologise for the very,very late running of this service. We are so, so, incontrovertibly ? sorry. No,no don’t think you’ve caught the essence there Mister. Think The Python Gig, Drury Lane circa ’74? – for an altogether more descriptive term - strong language, so they say. Customers are reminded to always use the Hand-rail when descending the stairs. “A Hand –rail? (clearly no Westerlands member has ever used a Hand –rail). Yes, yes, Lady B. we shall let you get back to your Other Act.
Well, if you are still there……… early finish – for us - at work in Moffat (doing a spot of work down there. No, a lot actually) to be plunged into the Moffat 10. It could easily be 10 years since having rolled up for this jolly little gathering on a summer’s evening. Yes, it was a warm, sunny night for the road/trail/hill race. Starting from the square along tarmac, on to trail – farmtrack/hill, then back down the 701 to the town. About 4 and a half miles downhill. So that’s fine. No, it’s tarmac and it’s a killer. Ended up on The Osteopath’s plinth for several treatments – Oh, really? That back again.
If you like a good dose of road with what is essentially a trail not a hill race, this is for you. Great support from the locals in the fine town of Moffat.
Have to say, have had a few excellent sojourns up The Grey Mair’s Tail and Loch Skeen Horseshoe. Just stunning. Highly recommended.
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