Skirrid Shenanigans Not sure if Skirrid achieved a record entry for a winter hill series race, but Registration guru Karen Elvers complained of RSI in filling out 137 labels for the results board. Whether it was the clement weather conditions, getting out of Christmas shopping, guilt from over-eating at office Christmas parties, avoidance of relatives, or just simply because they fancied a run up a hill, we are indebted to all of you who turned up and raced and made the event such a success. The early birds who registered benefitted from the free bears being handed out. Apologies to those that assumed free ‘bears’ was a typo and that they would enjoy a pleasant post-race alcoholic beverage. We assumed 100 chocolate mini-bears would be plenty. However race director Mr Creber’s heavy duty Facebook advertising, race leafleting and general bullying campaign resulted in this number being surpassed – so 37 went bearless. We apologise. We hope you got some free chips in the pub. The landlord also reported RSI, chopping potatoes to produce enough chips to satiate numerous ravenous runners. After a 450m warm up trot from the pub to the start, Andy bellowed the countdown to the start and they were off – running around in circles round a muddy field. The intention of this seemingly pointless exercise was to disperse the field and avoid lengthy queues at styles later on. A wise move. However, with the volume of runners, inevitably queues formed and the competitive, ambitious and impatient debated with themselves over the moral quandary of queue-jumping. Some went for it, and suffered the verbal wrath of those dutifully waiting in line. Obviously queuejumping is ethically dubious – however, I went for it, gained a couple of places, and promptly lost them and more when the righteous overtook me in a steam of fury – thus proving the law of karma. Soon the fields and styles ran out and it was time to prove your mettle. The climb to the saddle loomed menacingly ahead – to run, walk or crawl? I think most did a mixture of all three, apart from the likes of race supremo/winner Paul Murrin – who clearly is not mortal. After friendly encouragement from saddle marshal Rob Beves, it was ‘over the top’ and a plunge into the dark, rocky, muddy abyss on the other side. This short(ish) technical section was a great opportunity for those with talent in matters of descent to showcase their abilities. It was also a great opportunity for those with no talent in matters of descent to showcase their inelegance and incompetence. I fall into the latter category. Now, for the final, brutal, near vertical climb to the summit. It wasn’t so much hands-on-knees, as hands on sheep-poo, grasping at clumps of grass to heave your Christmas party excesses up the hill. At last, the trig point – all the hard work done – apart from the evil, direct, heather-bashing, mudsliding, tree-dodging descent. Once this had been negotiated, runners emerged bloodied and battle-hardened ready to take the final fields by storm. A real sprint now to the finish – just giving it as much welly as your screaming quads and calves could muster until crossing that finish line – elated, exhausted and quite frankly, ready for free chips.
A special congratulations to MV70 Syd Wheeler who, despite his better judgement, braved the Skirrid as it was Chepstow Harriers’ club championship. He’s so enthused, he’s now going to take on the Kymin fell race in January – go Syd! Both male and female course records were broken. Congratulations to overall winner, Paul Murrin from Chepstow Harriers for smashing the course in 30 minutes and 6 seconds, and to Katie Beecher who also smashed the female course record (previously held by me – I’m not bitter…) in 34:42 – fantastic results! A titanic, gargantuan, Herculean thank you to all our fabulous marshals and helpers, without which the race could not have been staged. These were Karen Elvers, Gill Stott, Andy Stott, Rob Beves, Steve Herrington, Laurie Carter, Di and Christine Vorres, Maria Anthony, Rob Brown, Paul Dodd, Dick Finch, John Chidlow. Apologies to Paul and Beverley Tucker who were missing from the provisional results. I believe this was due to the race numbers not being clearly visible, although it may have been the short-sightedness of the finish marshals – whatever, we humbly beg forgiveness. We also retract previous references to eternal Skirrid ghost curses, yellow vested banditry and any other scurrilous and unfounded rumours.
Prize Winners were:
1st Man 2nd Man 3rd Man 1st MV40 1st MV50
Paul Murrin Ciaran Lewis Andrew Stephens Daniel Hooper Paul Jeggo
M40 Chepstow Harriers M23 Cardiff AAC M40 Monross Trailblazers M40 Sarn Helen M50 Springfield
1st MV60
Mike Murphy
M60
1stFemale 2nd Female 3rd Female 1st FV40 1st FV50 1st FV60
Katie Beecher Emma Bayliss Niki Morgan Vanessa Lawson Ruth Pickvance Joc Dodd
F F F40 F40 F50 F60
30.05 30.48 30.59 31.24 34.28 Les
Croupiers Les Croupiers Mynydd Du Mynydd Du Chepstow Harriers Les Croupiers Chepstow Harriers
Team Prizes: Male Chepstow Harriers: Paul Murrin, James Blore, Matthew Lawson Female Mynydd Du: Emma Bayliss, Niki Morgan, Sasha Habgood
39.00 34.41 38.05 38.14 41.13 42.11 46.40
