My son, Paul, in his usual understated way, had informed us that he’d been selected to represent England at the 2016 Anglo-Celtic plate; the British 100km road racing championships to be held in Scotland at Perth’s North Inch Park on the banks of the river Tay. But we couldn’t say anything until the whole team had been announced. What his brief message did was unleash a frenzy of activity as wife Bev went into planning and logistics mode. Booking flights, hotels, transport etc. It seems I was going to Scotland for the weekend of the 26th and 27th of March. Daughter Emma was not to be denied a trip and duly tagged along.
I then sat back and watched things unfold and generally stayed out of the way. Other than the mandatory telling of friends that Paul had been selected, my input wasn’t going to be required until a chauffeur was required from Edinburgh airport to Perth. Bev on the other hand, was in up to her armpits. Frequently jumping on her bike to peddle the back roads around Chailey in pursuit of Paul on his ever increasing training runs. Constantly coming in looking like a drowned rat as a result of the marvellous weather we’ve enjoyed thus far in 2016. He was putting in a terrific amount of effort, guided by his coach Alison Benton. I’m not sure who was most relieved when taper time came, Bev or Paul.
More good news arrived when we learned that friend, and Centurion team mate to Paul, Edwina “Eddie” Sutton had also been selected for the ladies team.
The day arrived and we piled on to the train at Haywards Heath for the journey North. After a remarkably uneventful trip we were in Avis at Edinburgh airport to pick up the car. The agent spotted my HelpForHeroes and ParaCharity wristbands. “What were you in?” “ParaSigs mate, do you do defence discount?”….”No”….crap. “I was gunners myself, [pause] I think we can upgrade you” Ha! Blood is thicker than water. Maybe lady luck is smiling on our weekend?
A comfortable drive to Perth, straight to the hotel, no dramas so far. Paul had spotted a Pizza Express close to the hotel and was was possibly the happiest man in Scotland as a result. No prizes for guessing that night’s dinner venue.
Saturday was pretty mundane. Other than Emma was doing the local park run that morning at North Inch Park, Sunday’s race venue. Paul and I wandered over to find them, he’d already had an early morning recce and a quick run around so apparently knew where we were going. We met Anthony Clark, one of Paul’s team mates, on the way while he was out for a quick run of his own. But we’d not seen sight nor sound of Emma and the park run. Though on the other side of the park we saw some bright tops. Err, we’re in the wrong place. A quick trot across the width of the park and we managed to turn up just in time for Emma to storm to a finish….somewhere in the field. But; she did win the sprint to the line that was being hotly contested by one of the local runners for that place.
Brutal stuff this park run lark. So with the main event over, we didn’t have anything to do until the side show started on the Sunday.
Paul headed over to the team hotel during the day. Emma and I wandered over to join him after dinner that evening. Taking the opportunity to meet up with Eddie. Who nine months after giving birth to her third child had got herself into contention for the British 100km championships and an England vest. Don’t let the sweet smile fool you; Eddie is as tough as they come. It was a bit of Centurion get together as Centurion race director James Elson, along with usual suspects Drew Sheffield and Claire Shelly joined us while the athletes all went off to get an early night. James somewhat tentatively asked me what my intentions were for the following day with regards to Paul.
He was somewhat relieved when I replied that I was going to sit back and watch him crew Paul through the race. I know what I’m good at and I know what James is good at; he’s very good at running races (in both senses) and supporting runners in races. I’m good at designing IT networks; pretty obvious what abilities would be required the following day.
Race day: 7am start, followed by 42 laps of the 2.381 (IAAF measured doncha know?) circuit of Perth’s North Inch park. To be completed in 13 hours. Which Paul was planning to only use 7. He’d trained for 7 and was going to pace for 7. James was determined that he’d pace it properly. We all congregated just past the start/finish gantry at what was the team aid station /crew area. Meeting up with another good friend, Centurion team, GB 24 hour runner and all round star; Debbie Martin-Consani. Husband Marco was racing for Scotland and had his race face on, but Debbie was all hugs and wide grins as usual.
With very little fanfare the race got under way. Straight from the gun Paul hit the lead and led the field past the crew area and out onto the first lap. Just under 10 minutes later (9.45 if you want to be pedantic) he reappeared, still in the lead. Marco chasing just under 20 seconds behind him. Which in an endurance race is absolutely nothing to get excited about. In ultra distance terms that’s neck and neck. So with the race under way endurance spectating begins. The first order of the day was to get the coffee orders and head back to the hotel to get breakfast. I’m going to support, but I’m not going to starve doing it!
When we returned laden with take away coffees for everyone Eddie was just coming around the circuit with a big grin plastered on her face and shouted out “Paul’s storming it!” We delivered coffee and James quickly updated us in somewhat more clinical terms as to what was going on. Which was basically, everything’s going to plan. Paul was extending his lead lap by lap. James had slowed him a fraction as he was running too hard early on. Paul is very good at gauging pace, James simply told him what pace to run and monitored it.
After about an hour Marco had been joined by Scotland team mates Rob Turner and James Stewart. England’s Anthony Clark, Chris Singleton and Nathan Montague, and Wales’ Daniel Weston all in close attendance. Paul was just over 2 minutes ahead. Again, not a massive margin in a race of this distance. Eddie was a close second to Scotland’s Sophie Mullins in the ladies race with England team mate Melissa Venables a couple of minutes back from them. This set the scene for the next few hours with Paul running through getting instructions from James and grabbing drink and food from Drew, he would later move to the other side of the park keeping an eye on things from there.
Claire taking over feeding duties, promoted from reserving one of the portaloos for Paul when he had warned of an impending requirement for the following lap. Can’t waste time in a queue!
Nathan was winning the gentleman of the race award by thanking everyone for their encouragement and also his crew on every lap. Chris was putting in a quiet workmanlike performance. As was Anthony, shadowing Chris just a few minutes back at this point. The England men were plugging away steadily.
The ladies race was running similarly with Eddie taking the lead from Sophie and giving instructions to husband Bryn who was crewing her. Mel and Katie Samuelson calling out instructions for each following lap for everything from food to sunglasses.
Sadly, at just over 3 hours in to the race England’s Gemma Carter had to withdraw due to injury. By which time Paul had built up a 7 minute lead and was running strongly, maintaining his focus. Behind him the men’s field was still fairly close with just a few minutes covering the majority of the national team members. Eddie had pulled out a 4 minute lead on Sophie, a 10 minute lead on Mel and Katie was a minute further behind Mel.
At 5 hours and 30 laps in the men’s race was continuing in the same vein. Paul was building his lead lap on lap and had now lapped the entire field. Looking comfortable and assured. He looked like he was doing an extended track session. He had a 12 minute lead and had just dipped into 10 minutes per lap. Up to this point he was running mid to high 9 minute laps. Places were changing behind him Rob Turner was holding second with Marco and then Dan and Chris covered by just 3 minutes. Anthony and Nathan running 4 and 9 minutes back from Chris respectively. As the race was progressing into the later stages, the attrition common to such an event was beginning to make itself known. Chris having to stop briefly to ease some cramp out. While we were treated to the sight of Marco, at 6 foot plus, being hoisted up and down to relieve tight quads by Debbie, barely topping 5 feet.
In the ladies race Eddie was holding her lead at around 5 minutes but Mel was closing down Sophie, chipping away at the gap. But not just Sophie, she was beginning to eat into Eddie’s lead too. Katie was riding shotgun a few minutes back, keeping herself between Sophie and her Scotland team mates Charlotte Black and Fionna Ross.
Nine laps from home Anthony passed Chris to take 5th place and set about closing in on Marco. Paul was maintaining his 12 minute lead over Rob who was now being hunted by Dan who had in turn closed the gap to a minute.Meanwhile Mel had passed Sophie and was now only 4 minutes behind Eddie and taking chunks out of her lead. Eddie was feeling the pace and her more recent return to fitness was showing as she took the opportunity to slow down through the crew area while Mel was trotting through at the same, almost metronomic, pace. Eddie was hurting and battling whilst Mel was looking comfortable.
Another two laps and Dan had pushed past Rob. Paul’s pace had dropped off towards high tens but he began to reel that back to mid 10 minutes per lap over the last 8 laps and maintained his lead as he began to get the closing lap countdown from the organisers. Until at last he got the final lap bell. James hadn’t stopped monitoring, talking and advising Paul through the whole of the race and now he ran down the track with an England flag to wait for Paul.
He didn’t have to wait long, Paul must have wanted to see the gantry as he dropped the hammer to run the last lap in 9 minutes 46 (have a look at his first lap time). At last, he grabbed the flag from James and waving it jubilantly over his head ran it in to cross the line in 6 hours 58 minutes and 52 seconds. At which point his focus dropped and he went from poetry in motion to car wreck in about 20 seconds. Collapsing into a chair to try and take it in. He was the British 100km champion.
But the race didn’t end there. Dan extended his lead out over Rob to take second for Wales in 7 hours 11 minutes and 47 seconds, Rob secured third for Scotland in 7 hours 17 minutes and 11 seconds. Anthony crossed the line to start his last lap just three seconds behind Marco, taking 4th place and racing around to finish in 7 hours 17 minutes and 43 seconds. Marco held on to 5th in 7 hours 18 minutes and 31 seconds. All five inside the GB team standard qualifying time of 7 hours 28. Chris cemented England’s team win finishing 6th, just 47 seconds out of the team standard time. with Nathan making absolutely sure of the team win by securing 7th in 7:37:27.
With just 6 laps to go in the ladies race Mel passed a very tired and slowing Eddie to win in 8 hours 15 minutes and 54 seconds. Eddie hung on for second in 8 hours 24 minutes and 5 seconds. Beating Sophie by just over 6 minutes. Katie closed out the top four for England in 8:43:35.
England had secured both the individual winning places and also both the team wins. It was the fastest individual 100km time outside of a track in Scotland. Not a Scottish record though because Paul isn’t Scots! But pretty impressive all the same. It had been a hard day for all the runners and they had given their all for their respective teams.
This sport has an incredible community but outside of that community it is virtually unknown. The local paper in his home town hasn’t even reported the fact that a British champion lives less than a mile from their office (yes, they have been informed). The first 5 men and the two England girls all achieved GB team standard, in Paul’s case individual standard. They qualify for GB team places at the world championships this year. They could do very well there, but in an era in which how many likes one gets on social media takes primacy over actual achievement, I doubt anyone will notice. It won’t stop them giving their all and having immense pride in wearing those colours though.
Last year the GB men’s and ladies 24 hour team returned with men’s World and European team gold and World and European individual bronze, the ladies with European bronze medals. The Independent is the only media outlet that reported it, and that was only because one of the team members wrote an article for them.
So the next time you hear someone running Britain down and saying Britons never win anything, you can tell them that actually Britons are pretty good at stuff. It’s the British media that isn’t. And on that note I’m going to look forward to seeing some of those exceptional Britons performing at world level in Spain at the end of the year. Many of them I hope are named in this blog post. Can’t wait to see them all again. If the media won’t recognise them, well, we’ll just have to damn well do it without them.