Monthly Archives: April 2016

Hartfield 10k meets fell running.

My Dad used to be a fell runner. He came to the sport suddenly in the summer of 1986, after years chasing the dream of a sub 3 marathon.

His conversion to ‘felling’ was off the back of a gruelling six month period of 90 mile weeks plus marathons and half marathons all over the UK.

Then suddenly, out of the blue, he was floored by pneumonia.

Now, for a skilled manual worker, this presented a problem. The doctor insisted he take eight weeks off work and admonished him for pushing too hard.

‘I liked t’marathons,’ my dad told me over a beer at his 70th birthday party recently, ‘but I weren’t abart to kill mesen-over-em.’

So fell running it was.

I don’t know how he concluded fell running was in some way ‘easier’ or ‘safer’ than 90-mile weeks on tarmac. But this was now the mind of a fell runner and those ‘up hill and down dale’ runs couldn’t possibly be as dangerous as a near death brush with pneumonia, could they?

One Sunday he was late home from his club run (Bingley Harriers). Eventually he arrived drip white, hobbled off his motorbike, slumped into a chair and promptly announced he’d broken his leg.

It was a group run, they were charging through a wood just off Baildon Moor, but dad lost his footing and smashed his tibia. Thankfully one of the lads waited for him, snapped off a tree branch for a makeshift crutch and walked him back to the sports centre (a three mile trek). Don’t ask me how dad managed to ride his Kawasaki home, and certainly don’t ask me why he decided to give his mate a lift home as well, it’s a question my mother’s never had a satisfactory answer to in 30 years.

Anyway, I honestly wasn’t thinking about this story when I ran the Hartfield 10k last weekend. To this delicate parkrunner, the Hartfield 10 was ‘challenging’ but nothing like Burnsall Fell in Yorkshire (a fantastic event under AAA rules, not like some of the fell races some of dad’s mates used to get involved in).

Nonetheless, finding myself frustrated at the back of a group atop an ascent on Sunday, seemingly out of nowhere, a piece of fell running lore popped into my head, something that had always struck me as just a bit of ‘fell runner’s banter’, but for the first time in my running experience, suddenly made complete sense.

‘It’s not how fast you can run up a fell that counts lad, what matters is how fast you dare run down it,’ dad used to say.

Inspired by this thought I instantly attacked the group I was running with, shooting to the front of the pack, barrelling off rocks and driving through the mud with the nimble cadence of a mountain goat negotiating a crowded bar for a pint of Theakstons.

As the hill petered out, I surged again, refusing to let go that hill’s momentum and reeling slightly at the fact I’d put 10 metres into the group I’d been at the back of barely seconds before.

Reaching a hard turn I glimpsed back to see that 10 metres had become 20… I was away!

‘Shit,’ I thought to myself, ‘what am I going to do now?’ Spying a runner maybe 50 metres ahead, I attacked again, a nice flat section now where I could go like a road runner, telling myself: ‘Paul, they’re never going to catch you, they haven’t got it, they haven’t done any Thursday night Hove Park hill reps, they simply haven’t got a chance, if they level up you can simply surge hard again, they’ll hate that.’

Now, I’m not a fast runner, and there was no chance of me winning this event, but it felt good to be in what I was now treating as a race. Sure enough I was soon back in the middle of a grassy field, cursing the world for putting all that mud there, breathing hard and no longer catching the bloke in front.

But salvation was soon at hand. There’s a 2k stretch towards the end of the Hartfield 10, along an old disused railway track. It’s a chance to shake off the mud, get your form right and run hard, not quite Eurostar, but defo diesel loco. And, there’s no mud! What a prospect after 8 kilometres cursing the git in front for ‘making’ you follow the same route through the muddiest sections of the course (it’s always their fault isn’t it? Always their fault for making you follow them into the boggiest sections? They do it on purpose don’t they? Why do they do that?). Anyway, on the railway section you can just… run.

With about 1,500 metres to go I passed a photographer who, upon enquiring, told me my pursuers were ‘nowhere mate.’ It started to dawn on me that I’d done it, even my exhausted trudge (muddy and uphill of course) to the finish line would be unassailable now. That attack down the hill had worked.

I was delighted with my 12th place finish and joined a team of fellow Areeneez who seemed to have enjoyed the run too. I quite like this cross country lark, who knows, perhaps I might have a go at a fell run at some point too?

Our thanks to Paul Hebden for this great race report.

Paris Marathon

As I stood upon the famous cobbles of the Champs Elysees in the early morning spring Paris sunshine I looked back to the Arc De Triomphe and the 42,000 runners eagerly anticipating the start of the 40th Paris marathon. I turned and looked down towards the Place de la Concorde and the Louvre and then all around me to the multitude of nationalities assembled eagerly anticipating the start and it made me realise how much I love being on the start line of a marathon, especially a big city marathon.
It all goes downhill from here on in!
We arrived in Paris on the Friday and tried to cram in as much sightseeing as possible without tiring the legs out too much. Mrs O’ was along for the journey as well as our 9 year old son, the elder son was quite happy to stay at his cousin’s house providing we purchased him lots of chocolates and presents, considering the Eurostar and hotel costs I thought that was a good deal all round. Also, me and the eldest had done a road trip when we lived in Australia relocating a campervan and the youngest son was not happy that his big brother was one up on the trip front, so this was an opportunity to set the record straight. I forgot all about resting the legs pretty quickly and wanted to see as much as possible. Come 5 O’clock at the weekend Mrs O is usually gagging for a beer and/or wine so I knew we would have to visit a few cafes. The beer was the same price as a soft drink and I could not bring myself to ordering a soft drink at the same price as a beer so ordered two beers and I sipped water as Mrs O downed the beers. This worked out quite well as we were back in the hotel room earlier than planned both nights as Mrs O was drinking twice as much beer/wine as usual and I managed to rest the legs and have early nights. However, there was none of the Paris romance when you have your 9 year old in the room. Right, where was I!
As the marathon starts in waves I was off at 8.47 am and then it was a staggered time start with the 4.30 plus marathon runners starting at 10.05am. This is a great way to avoid overcrowding on the course but can be a bad deal for the late starters especially as the temperature was up to 18 -19c by mid-afternoon on Sunday. At this stage I would like to have gone into a prolonged adventure story about how I fought and conquered my 19th marathon in my fastest time. However, it all went bang on plan so I will give you an abbreviated version. We left the Champs Elysees and I settled into a good pace of 4.10 per km (can’t believe I am saying I settled into 4.10 pace, is this me) and we ran out towards the Bois de Vincennes and a 10k loop around the park. Once out of the centre the crowds are very thin on the ground. There was one stage where I got quite excited as we approached a big crowd in the distance but this was the local Sunday market with people going about their business presumably buying bread, cheese and garlic – right, let’s not go down that route. There is really good support along large parts of the course and lots of bands but it is nothing like the crowds we have in Brighton and London.
After the loop of the park we hit halfway by the Place de Bastille and I crossed halfway in pretty much bang on 1.28 which was my target. I then adjusted to my new target of trying to complete the second half in under 1.30 and the plan was to maintain 4.10 until 25k and take it from there. Why 25k I hear you mutter, well at 25k you have 4 tunnels pretty much one after the other where you drop down and then climb out, one of them is about 1km long and it plays havoc with your Garmin (I managed a 1km pb of 1.43 at km 27, unfortunately, km 26 was 6.42). I reckon this section could make or break your marathon as it does take its toll on your legs, but not for me today, I’m bang on target and feeling good. I passed 32k and was still managing to complete some km’s in under 4.10. I then hit the 1km drag up into the final park. I knew this hill was waiting, I’d checked the map and it was a bit like the drag up to the marina on the Brighton half, not a killer but will slow you down slightly, especially at 35k. I reached the top and remarkably carried on going still holding a good pace with 4.09 and 4.11 for km’s 38 and 39. You would think at this stage I knew sub-3 was in the bag but as many of you know, in the marathon anything can go wrong and as with the rest of the race I was so focussed and concentrating on what lay ahead I did not even allow myself to think I had achieved my mission.
Now for the exciting bit! On the final bend out of the park and into Avenue Foch at just before 42km I suddenly had a killer cramp in my left leg, by this stage I knew sub-3 was in the bag and rather than stagger on like the hunch back of Notre Dame towards the finish line in pain, I took the sensible option of hassling some poor family by the side of the road to stretch out my leg for a while. This was my moment of sub-3 glory, I wanted to go over that line in style and I did not want to cause undue stress to Mrs O and Oliver who I knew were just round the corner waiting to cheer me on. Suitably stretched I jogged on and approached finish line with chest puffed out like King Eric (Cantona) himself and fully enjoyed my moment of glory and crossed the finish line in 2.57.34.
And that was it, after 3 serious attempts at sub-3 I finally managed it and smashed through in 2.57 (My 3 attempts were Amsterdam 2014 – who was I kidding I was nowhere near in sub-3 shape and crashed and burned in 3.08, Brighton 2015 – 3.01.50 on track until 20 miles but mentally just switched off and then 2 weeks later in London I did 3.00.50 and this was off the back of 3 full days of drinking the black stuff in Dublin on the weekend between the marathons.
What did I do differently this year?

I rested in the autumn (I usually do an autumn marathon)

I started going to a body pump class once a week (would recommend for all round strength conditioning) and did core work at home for 45 minutes once a week (planks, press ups, sit ups, stretching and rolling)

I kept the weight down over Xmas, I usually spend January and half of February trying to shed the weight I usually put on from Xmas and Xmas parties (that’s why I run so I can drink and eat what I want to).

I did more medium length runs of 9 -14 miles which meant giving up track for January and February

More marathon pace runs, one every 3 weeks

Wednesday nights I would also be freezing on my own up towards Carats café and back down to King Alfred banging out a tempo or mile repeats before meeting up with the group and doing the same again
Finally, as ever the company and camaraderie of my running buddies at Arena and the help of Bob and the rest of the team are what make this running lark all worthwhile and I really appreciate the club we have. I just need Kev to get back running again properly as I miss his moaning about his injuries and ailments! One last special mention to Steve (I’m taking it easy tonight) McNealy who has really helped me out over the last couple of years with his encouragement and support on a Monday and Wednesday nights.

What next, well Brighton and London marathons of course, I need to be back on that marathon start line!
Cheers
Mark

Crawley AIM 6hr

Crawley AIM 6hr – Saturday 2 April 2016.

Round and round and round we go, where we gonna stop, nobody knows!

What an experience and probably the most fun I have had running round in circles!

Way back last year after dragging my miserable self around the South Downs Way 50 and then a near meltdown at the Arun River marathon in May, I decided I had had my fill of long distances and wasn’t actually enjoying running any more. So releasing myself from pressures of having to run, shortening the distances, getting in some quality stuff I started to run for the simple enjoyment…and actually started to see some improvement. So, what on earth possessed me to enter a 12hr track event, but enter I did. I had actually had my eye on it for two or three years but other races got in the way.

Anyway, Autumn turned to Autumn…well the temperature did ….then the rain came down, then the ground turned to mush, then I lost my appetite for slogging miles out for hours on end, so I parked the 12hr in the back of my mind and carried on enjoying. I discovered cross country for the first time in my 56 years, learnt to embrace Arena Thursday evening’s 15 hill rep sessions and concentrated on run specific strength and conditioning in the gym especially upper body stuff to help with my form when tiredness sets in..I can now bench press 26kg compared to 20kg and deadlift 40kg compared to 28kg!

Autumn part two turned to Winter, then Spring, then Winter, then while in Portugal last month I finally officially pulled out of the 12hr. done! Free to enjoy the WSFRL and the Bognor 10k ….until…the race organiser (RO) came back to me with an offer of a place in the 6hr!! So with 10 days to go I accepted the place and so began my non-existent taper! Children, don’t try this at home!

I’d been pacing the 4.30 group for Runbrighton all winter so knew I was marathon fit in terms of distance, my training had been consistent even though I wasn’t really sure what it was being consistent for and I knew my head was in the right place (not just on my shoulders), so what did I have to lose? In prep I did a 3hr run with Runbrighton on the Sunday before followed by the Lewes Easter 10k on the Monday…followed by nothing in the remaining 4 days and a lot of eating, no alcohol or caffeine.

Race day dawned, the sun came out and Michele, my dedicated lap counter, whisked me up the A23 to the K2 athletics track at Crawley. We spent a pleasant journey putting those less perfect than us to rights and I voiced my race strategy for approval! I did have butterflies in my stomach, but nowhere my usual pre-race anxiety level, it was more nervous excitement, I also enjoyed my first hit of caffeine in a week. I was actually looking forward to getting on the start line. Both of us have lap counted at a track marathon before so had an idea of what was in store for us. One last minute panic when I realised ear phones were banned. I was hoping to pass the time listening to Pop-pickers on R2 at lunch time, then I remembered Tony Blackburn had been given the push anyway and Michele told me I would just have to get on with it! I pushed away any thoughts of the entire 6 hrs ahead, just break the race down, only think about each 30 minute section at a time and breaking it down to the 25/5 ratio.

So at the K2 and I ambled off to set up my fuel station on a chair, (some experienced had small tables!) I’d packed enough gels and stuff I knew I wouldn’t eat to last me a few days, but I do like a bit of choice. This was one of the attractions for me, no need to carry loads of gear, it can all be left in one spot, impossible to get lost and I am never far from the start. The 12hr runners were already on the track and seeing them helped ease the butterflies, they were just ordinary runners, chatting as they went round at various speeds and one lady power walking. Number collected and pinned on back and front like a pro, instructions for us both…make eye contact at least on every lap, wave preferably, run in lane one or on the line and enjoy! Then we were off to join the 12hrs, 3hrs in for them, going round and round.

Having no idea where I was in terms of pace fitness I had sort of planned to start around 11min miling, thinking I was probably around 10.15 pace marathon fit. I had decided on two run/walk ratios, 25/5 and if it got too tough, 12/3, nice rounded segments to concentrate on and break the distant down. The first 25 mins clipped away quite sharpish, so much for 11min miling, I was doing 10…oh hell, slow down…no, no, keep going, it’s comfortable…you’ll suffer for it! Never listen to my own advice, I ploughed on, forcing myself into the 5 min walk section I picked up a piece of flapjack, cup of high5 and water at the communal fuel station weighted down with the usual goodies and carried on, dreaming up different types of waves to give Michele who had now been joined by two more friends, Lisa and Anne. I decided to try a thumbs up combo and perhaps a salute on the next few laps.
Lap counters

lap counters

Back into a run section and I clipped off two 9.38 miles…11min miling!? Another walk break and this time I didn’t feel so self-conscious as others were taking frequent breaks apart from the leaders and two extremely focused Swedish women. One of them was called Agnetha (our names were on our numbers, back and front) and every time I passed her or vice versa, I started singing Dancing Queen in my head, you can dance, you can run, having the time of your life here at Creepy Crawley! Gel time I decided and an opportunity to visit the facilities before the next run time kicks in. Fuelled by a lemon and mint SIS gel (not sure about the taste) it was another 9.38 followed by a 9.57…11min miling!? I clipped the half marathon point off with a 9.33 and then broke into the pineapple chunks as a treat on my next walk break, I interspersed this with little chats to my fellow runners, haven’t I seen you before, bit breezy isn’t it, nice scenery! Opps, nearly forgot to wave or was it thumbs up time? I was treated to a Mexican wave on occasions, it turned out it was every time I completed 20 laps. Round and round we go, I feel in the zone, metrognomic! This is how running used to feel, this is how I used to be consistent with my pace, I was finishing almost in the same spot after each run section, I must be consistent.

9.30 through 18 miles and we reach a point of huge excitement, time to change direction…yay! 3hours in for me and 6 hrs for the 12hr gang. The RO makes an occasion of it and I get to see the faces of other runners, they look a bit tired too, that’s good, I’m normal. Oh this is nice, a different view, tall trees rather than office windows on the bend, however, it also took me a while to orientate myself. Now I would have to take my gels to the fuel station rather than water to my fuel chair. I could also see the race clock head on rather than turning back and the leader board as well as the lap counters at a different angle. By now I had decided a jelly baby between two cheesy nibbles was the way ahead…that and pineapple chunks and I was still clipping off sub 10 min miles….11min miling!?

Until about now, 22 miles in and I hit a bit of a low patch, time to engage my mantra! From William Ernest Henley’s poem Invictus comes the lines, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. The two lines were paraphrased by Nelson Mandela whilst he was incarcerated and brought to life again recently by my other inspiration of today, Eddie Izzard. (The poem that is, not Mandela, although Easter has just passed so it could be feasible) Come on, draw on those dreadmill sessions, all that threshold running staring at a wall, draw on that mental strength. By now another couple of friends had arrived to hurl abuse at me and take some photos of my pain. Better try to keep my form for the camera, head up, shoulders relaxed, drive those arms!

By now we were about 4 hours in, 2 hours to go and I started to feel the effort of it all, the 25 mins were taking an hour and my stomach was feeling a little queasy at times. Time to hit the coke at the fuel station, coca cola that is, not the white powder, this worked on my stomach but not on my mind, it didn’t make the 25 mins tick any faster…so time to change the combo to. 12/3. This did wonders to my head and a well caught plunge into the dark places of my mind was avoided. 90 mins to go, the back of it is broken, I’m still waving, even smiling apparently…personally it was probably a grimace..but who cares. Two walk breaks in the next 30 mins, an extra visit to the fuel station for coke, come on dig deep…I am the keeper of my soul…that’s wrong, what was that flipping quote! Money, money, money, she can dance and her coach can shout! And shout he did, something in Swedish that sounded rather rude! The girls were apparently trying to qualify for a Swedish something and he was trying to spur them on and he did laugh when she was further down the track.

Walk break, chat to a 12 hr chap who seems quite envious that my race will soon be finishing, the sun has disappeared, it’s gone chilly so I grab my arm warmers on the next fly past of the fuel chair. One hour left to go, we’re in the last hour whoop, whoop, I can do this, soon be home and able to eat the chicken thingy I had out in the pre-set oven, chicken dinner, winner, winner, come on dancing queen keep moving.

It is about now that I found Michele hanging out at my fuel chair waving a pair of gloves at me, they don’t look like the ones I packed! Are they mine? No, they’re Lisa’s, you have gone a funny colour! Green? No grey? Are you cold? A bit? Put these on, they don’t fit! Lisa must have small hands, no mine are puffy! I’ll have mine, where are they, in my rucksack…I’ll get them next time around, don’t stop me now, I’m having such a great time, I’m having a ball, that’s not Abba but who cares. Sure enough, 2 mins later or there about, my gloves await me. Walk break and it’s 30 mins to go, just a parkrun….not sure why I thought that, then I remembered thinking that at mile 23 during the 2012 Brighton marathon and then I had 30 mins to finish with a PB….which I did with some to spare. So that passed another lap, tick them off, come on shouts Jan, only 6 laps and you hit 50k, come on dig deep…I pass the race referee who gives me a marker and tells me to leave at the side of the track where I stop when the whistle goes, I spend the next lap wandering where to put it rather than clutching it…I settle for stuffing it inside my glove. The next lap is spent wondering what side of the track to place the marker and the next one if I stay with it or not, finally I caught the ref again and my thoughts were answered.

Last walk break done, it’s the home straight, I must have done the 6 laps by now? It feels like a million and six! More words of encouragement from my cheery team as they shelter from the spits of rain…are you lot alright under there? Into the last few minutes, to shouts of put the hammer down I found something deep inside and pushed on, passing the 6hr leader having a walk…come on, you can’t walk now, past dancing queen also having a walk, glad I haven’t got another 3 hours to go.

brigitte
Another lap, all those threshold and interval sessions on the dread mill each week are paying off, all those 15 thousand hill reps on a Thursday have given my legs the strength to drive me forward, round I go, two minutes on the clock, I pass the woman in 3rd place who has got stronger as the race progressed but still took time to say well done each time we passed. The hammer is almost well and truly down, I wish I had shoved it down a wee bit more as when the whistle blew I was just a shade off the start/finish line…I like completeness, joined up circles and rounded miles. Hallelujah, I’m finished…how brilliant was that, how absolutely delighted am I! No need to beat myself up on the drive home, no need to wish I had gone faster or further. I had played a good part, I loved my stage today and best of all those dark demons stayed away, I really was the master of my fate….and I made it just over 50k!

 

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medal

Some years ago, 11, to be precise I did my first ultra, the Dartmoor Discovery, 32 miles over the roads of Dartmoor, it remains my favourite to this day. None of the commercialism of some of today’s races, just good honest running organised by good honest runners and this is what the AIM 12/6 hr event is like. Don’t expect chip timing, an overrated goodie bag full of flyers or a medal as big as your backside. But do expect and embrace the simplicity of it all, the organisation even down to fixing the dodgy timing clock, your lap counter and fellow runners for that sense of camaraderie and community, a well-stocked fuel station, a finishing bag of essential crisps, drink and chocolate bar and a medal to be well and truly proud of. For me the best of all, the sense of achievement, I had been round and round that track 120 something times, did I ever get bored, no never, what did I think about, lord knows…was it tough, yes at times, but even parkrun has it’s tough parts…well all bloody 3 miles of it actually! Will I do it again, not this year and 6 hours was probably enough…but then I said that after the 100k London to Brighton, then look what happened?

Onwards now, a little rest then back to fun and enjoyment…oh and swearing on a Thursday!

Brigitte G

 

 

 

Hove Park Fun Run 5k

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Location: Hove Park
Distance: 5km
Date/ Start time: Sunday 11th June 2017 at 11.00am
Who can run? Clubs and individuals.

HPFR 5k course

HPFR 5k course

Course: The course follows tarmac paths on an anti-clockwise route starting on the pathway next to the ‘fingerprint’. For the first lap only, this takes in approximately two thirds of the the main pathway before turning left at Monarchs way, left again back onto the main path, before completing nearly two complete laps of the park finishing just north of the playground. Please use caution when running past the playground as other people/ children are likely to be using the park too.

  • ‘All entries to be made via your WSFRL club representative.

This run forms part of the West Sussex Fun Run League
WSFRL

 

 

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Hove Park Fun Run Under 9s

Location: Hove Park
Distance: 800m
Date/ Start time: Sunday 11th June 2017 at 10.00am
Who can run? This is a junior run aimed at all children aged 9 and under, boys or girls, to encourage them to join in running. You don’t have to be a member of a club. Parents are also very welcome to run with their children if they like.

Under 9s 800m Course

Under 9s 800m Course

Course: The course follows tarmac paths on an anti-clockwise route starting and finishing just north of the playground.
All finishers of the junior runs will receive a medal

Online entries here – A limited number of entries may be available on the day if race capacity has not been reached.

This run forms part of the West Sussex Fun Run League
WSFRL

Hove Park Fun Run Under 15s

Location: Hove Park
Distance: 1500m
Date/ Start time: Sunday 11th June 2017 at 10.20am
Who can run? This is a junior run aimed at all children aged 15 and under, boys or girls, to encourage them to join in running. You don’t have to be a member of a club.

Under 15s 1500m Course

Under 15s 1500m Course

Course: The course follows tarmac paths on an anti-clockwise route starting and finishing just north of the playground.

All finishers of the junior runs will receive a medal

Online entries here – A limited number of entries may be available on the day if race capacity has not been reached.

This run forms part of the West Sussex Fun Run League
WSFRL

‘Get to know’… Michele Saunders

So how do I look?

So how do I look?

Name: Michele Saunders 

Role on committee: WSFRL Rep 

1. When did you join Arena: 2014

2. How long have you been running: Since April 2004. Took part in a 10 weeks beginners course & got instantly hooked 🙂 The rest is history.

3. Where did you grow up: Sale, Cheshire (I’m a Northerner).

4. What do you consider to be the biggest world events of your lifetime?: Man landing on the moon; England winning the World Cup in 1966 & seeing Take That live after they had reformed (without Robbie Williams though).

5. What are you most proud of in your life: Overcoming the challenges of being a single parent & bringing up my daughter, Jess, who is now at University studying Music (very proud Mum).

6. What were you like a school: I was a ‘chubster’ + mediocre at everything.

7. What do you think is best feeling in the world: Spending quality time with my friends & family.

8. Can you close your eyes and raise your eyebrows: I tried but can’t see if I can but my forehead wiggled up & down?!

9. Tell us about something you’ve achieved: Waking up everyday 🙂

10. What makes you laugh: My daughter, Jess makes me LOL

11. Tell us something we don’t know about you: I served in Her Majesty’s Armed Forces.

12. What is the best TV theme song ever: The Persuaders with Tony Curtis & Roger Moore (showing my age).

13. What do you do to relax: Meeting friends for coffee/wine, always good fun & a great way to relax.

14. You were just given a yacht. What would you name it: ‘Sir Ossis of the River’ or ”Sea Sharp’.

15. Which store or website would you choose to max out your credit card: Hmm, not sure maybe NEXT and John Lewis & then probably Wiggle

16. What is one goal you’d like to accomplish during your lifetime: My main goal is to be a good role model to my daughter.

17. What’s your favourite thing to do in the summer: BBQ with family & friends.

18. Are you a morning or night person: Definitely a morning person.

19. What is your favorite song: Take That ‘Never Forget’.

20. Who is your sporting hero: Andre Agassi, I had a piece printed in the Today newspaper in 1992 as I was obsessed with him!!

‘Get to know’… Tris Sharp

Its a funny thing running...

Its a funny thing running…

Name: Tristan Sharp 
Role on committee: Coordinator of the Hove Park WSFRL runs

1. When did you join Arena:
About a year and a half ago – (October 2014)

2. How long have you been running:
I’ve always run since I was a kid but ‘seriously’ for about the last four years or so

3. Where did you grow up:
Worthing

4. What was the last thing you bought:
A post marathon drink… It’s exhausting watching people run the marathon!

5. What’s one of the scariest things you’ve ever done:
Disagreeing with my wife

6. What were you like at school:
Short

7. Tell me about something you would happily do again:
I’m more one for finding new adventures than trying to recreate great memories

8. Name 3 things in nature you find most beautiful:
a) Pretty much the whole of Africa
b) A mountainous skyline
c) freshly laid track on a summers Monday evening

9. Tell us about something you’ve achieved:
I catered my own wedding

10. What’s your favourite book, magazine or comic:
Shark in the park” – I can read it to my daughter at bedtime in less the 5 minutes flat!

11. Tell us something we don’t know about you:
I can read and write in Korean

12. What makes you happy:
Hanging out with my daughter

13. What do you do to relax:
Sleep

14. If you could try out any job for a day, what would you like to try:
Running my own grilled sandwich place on a West Indian beach

15. Which store or website would you choose to max out your credit card:
The one that sells a boat, a go pro, air jordans… and sandwiches

16. What is most important in life:
Being a good role model to the kid

17. Who in your life has influenced you the most:
Probably me ma

18. What’s your earliest memory:
Using my giant panther sized cat as a pillow

19. Name your 3 favourite foods:
a) Prawn Katsu for breakfast
b) Beef bourguignon for lunch
c) …and the timeless classic for dinner of Macacroni Cheese!That’d be a great day!

20. Who is your sporting hero:
Dennis Bergkamp, the guile of a genius with elbows of steel