And it has only just turned February. I travelled down to Yorkshire to take part in the Rombalds Stride, which is a grand tour of the Ilkley moor, plus surrounding hillocks. The race was marketed as a long distance walk organised by local scouts, but the majority of the folk lining up at the start
A classic in the making. It was a select (read “elite”) group of runners who turned up on this sunny Saturday morning to see what all the fuss was about with this new race “the Barck”, that everyone’s been talking about. And select is how it should be – you don’t want hordes of runners
Motivated by the horrendous weather reports for Scotland on the weekend, James and I headed south on Saturday morning for warmer pastures. The plan was to recce the Borrowdale race route on Saturday and then do the Skiddaw race on Sunday. There was still a bit of drizzle round when we arrived in Rosthwaite, but
Whilst it seems almost everyone has taken part in the London marathon, I had the “pleasure” last weekend in taken part instead in the Illinois marathon in Urbana-Champaign (my first marathon). Not to be mistaken with the Chicago marathon, this much more low key (I like to think “prestigious”, so prestigious in fact I bet
Results It was a much smaller crowd that turned out for the Ochil 2000s this year, with the three Davids (Riach, Dickson and Rodgers), John McInally and myself representing Westies. The weather was perfect at the starting line – dry and no wind or strong sun, but soon deteriorated once we were on the hill,