It’s cross country time – well only the one for me because my excuse has been ultra running having not been able to make any of the other South Yorkshire Cross Countries. Given the fourth and final one of the
Winterhill at Kimberworth- my nemesis, the only race I have ever dropped out of – the big fat DNF in 2014. It was messing with my head. Excuse one bagged. I was tired, despite the clocks changing the evening before.
That time of year again, the Northern Cross Country Relays; ‘Cutlers Relays’ at Graves Park in Sheffield. Last time I ran these was 4 years ago, the day before I smashed out my sub 1.30 half marathon. Looking back at
Saturday morning – 8.30am, ‘Mike’s Minibus’ takes a handful of Sheffield Running Club members alongside a couple of straggles from the other side of the Pennines who were relegated to the back of the minibus down to London to run
A foggy November Sunday morning a yellow car full of Sheffield RC girls make the hefty pilgrimage to Campsall Park north of Donny (Doncaster) to run round in some mud. Why? Ey up, lets get down wi’ t’ mud This
We’re all fawned of running right? So what better way to spend a sunny Sunday morning than at Wentworth Castle in Barnsley to run around the grounds a few times and of course after 3 laps of the course to
My first ever outing in my Spikes Who let the spikes out? Who let the spikes out? Saturday morning jumped out of bed and put on my best spikes… (Beginning lyrics to Magics! Rude) A minibus driven by club secretary
Stamp! Crackle! Crunch! Crispy orange-brown leaves blowing about in the strong autumunal gusts of wind, scarfs and hats and gloves wrapped around big body warmers, long johns and muddy shoes. Oh yes the mud let’s not forget the mud, the