Manchester Marathons & Relays April 7th 2019!
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Wow What A Day!
As I sit here as website secretary with pride trying to piece together everyone’s achievements from this weekend. As a club I take massive pride & satisfaction in that I associate myself with such a great bunch of people, so many Facebook posts showing achievements whether it be Pb’s, personal achievements completing their first marathon, or the great experience’s shared by our relay teams. (I believe we as a club may have entered the most teams!!!!) Manchester was a great day for Wrekin – We have our 2019 beginner’s class starting soon. I would like to think that the posts & reports we’ve put together shows that anyone can run. 5k is just the start. Sign Up at the link below. **Limited Spaces** www.wrekinroadrunners.net/beginners---2019.html |
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From zero to 26.2, a non-runners story.
Submitted by Hamish Eccles
I turn into Talbot Road, Old Trafford cricket ground and the finish gantry is looming ahead of me,
reality set in as I was about to complete the Greater Manchester Marathon.
reality set in as I was about to complete the Greater Manchester Marathon.
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Becoming a Club Member
It’s December 2017. I’d been running a little bit over the last couple of years, my longest distance at this point was 10K but I was only comfortable with the occasional 5K parkrun. Sarah Green and I had just tail walked the Christmas parkrun and dressed as Santa riding Rudolph walked into Novello’s to meet the usual crew for our post parkrun breakfast. I’m already suspicious at this point, there’s more people here than normal and everyone has stopped their conversations and are sat grinning at me. A present wrapped in glitter paper is thrust into my hand, glitter which I am still finding today, along with a card. There’s now someone’s phone in my face recording my next move. I open the card and the present to find that a bunch of Wrekin Road Runners have clubbed together to buy me a club membership. My wife had been on at me for months to join, I wasn’t interested as “I’m not a runner”, this was a masterstroke by Polly to get me into the club. Suddenly in January 2018 I’m thrust into the twice weekly club runs. It’s dark, cold and just generally quite miserable. The first few runs I find extremely tough, but through gritted teeth I keep at it and the runs soon start to get a little easier. By the end of January, I have made a massive progression – I can now talk and run at the same time! This leads to regular conversations about which races people have entered and which will be my first with club. I excitedly enter the Shrewsbury 10K, taking advantage of that massive saving being a UKA member affords me. |
One Year Before the Marathon
It’s April, I’m stood on Brooklands Road watching the Greater Manchester Marathon. Since becoming a club member, I am yet to run a race, my little 10K in Shrewsbury was cancelled because of snow. I’m looking at the thousands of marathon runners realising that’s never going to be me. A long-standing friend of mine that I’d lost contact with is running the marathon, he bounds towards me and gives me big sweaty hug. I run with him for a few hundred yards to chat and see how he’s getting on. He challenges me to do the marathon next year. The very next day I log on to my computer and enter the 2019 Greater Manchester Marathon – what the hell am I doing? 
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Three Months Before the Marathon
A lot has happened in the last 9 months. I’ve completed my first half marathon in Cardiff and I’m progressing well at club.
I’m still not a runner though.
Everyone is harping on about their training plan and asking me if I have a plan. I do some online research and settle for a first time marathoners plan which seems quite fair. I have simply set the goal of completing a marathon and refuse to entertain discussions about how long it’s going to take me. However long it takes, it’s going to be a PB.
The training is hard, long Sunday runs can be lonely. But I’m out there, and that’s all that matters. Marathon day is approaching fast
A lot has happened in the last 9 months. I’ve completed my first half marathon in Cardiff and I’m progressing well at club.
I’m still not a runner though.
Everyone is harping on about their training plan and asking me if I have a plan. I do some online research and settle for a first time marathoners plan which seems quite fair. I have simply set the goal of completing a marathon and refuse to entertain discussions about how long it’s going to take me. However long it takes, it’s going to be a PB.
The training is hard, long Sunday runs can be lonely. But I’m out there, and that’s all that matters. Marathon day is approaching fast
The Day Before the Marathon
I arrive in Manchester on an extremely pleasant sunny spring afternoon. In most circumstances I would have scurried to the pub and sat drinking the day away in the sunshine, but on the advice of several club members I had been abstaining from alcohol for the last few days. So, imagine my surprise whilst taking a walk around Salford Quays that we find the club elite sinking a few outside the pub. We join them, but I hold strong and settle for drinking lime and lemonade whilst our esteemed coach is drinking Guinness. I’ll add that based on Steve’s amazing finish time (03:10:42) it seems a couple of drinks the day before is the key to marathon success.
I arrive in Manchester on an extremely pleasant sunny spring afternoon. In most circumstances I would have scurried to the pub and sat drinking the day away in the sunshine, but on the advice of several club members I had been abstaining from alcohol for the last few days. So, imagine my surprise whilst taking a walk around Salford Quays that we find the club elite sinking a few outside the pub. We join them, but I hold strong and settle for drinking lime and lemonade whilst our esteemed coach is drinking Guinness. I’ll add that based on Steve’s amazing finish time (03:10:42) it seems a couple of drinks the day before is the key to marathon success.
Dinner is of course a massive mound of pasta, probably won’t do me any good at this point, but I’m following the advice I’ve been given.
One final check of my kit before going to sleep and then it’s an early night, tomorrow I’m running a marathon.
One final check of my kit before going to sleep and then it’s an early night, tomorrow I’m running a marathon.
Marathon Day
This is it, all the hard work that has gone before is now about to culminate in a small matter of a 26.2-mile trot around the suburbs of Greater Manchester. With breakfast eaten, tit tape and anti-chaffing solution applied, and my number fastened to my shirt it’s time to get outside. The temperature is perfect for me as we walk towards the club rendezvous point outside the Manchester United ground. En-route we meet Sally Johnson, a fellow marathon first timer and realising we have the same start pen we discuss starting together.
Arriving at the rendezvous it’s soon apparent that Wrekin Road Runners are performing some sort of Manchester take over. We have managed to gather 17 relay teams and 12 full marathon runners. So you can only imagine the initial chaos as our photographers try to herd us all into the perfect photo position. We are clearly an important and world-famous club, which explains that alongside our supporters taking photos, we also find several Japanese tourist’s snapping shots like we’ve got some form of celebrity status in Japan. And if we didn’t before we probably have now.
It’s time to move towards the start pens so Sally and I commence walking in the direction of pen G. It’s cold and despite the clear instructions of Steve Gill I have avoided to bring with me anything warm to throw away at the start. Polly offers me her hoody which I squeeze myself into, it’s so tight I am now wondering how the hell I’m going to get it off. We bid goodbye to the relay teams with hugs of encouragement all round, I even got a hug from Sarah Green who normally avoids any form of tactile advances.
This is it, all the hard work that has gone before is now about to culminate in a small matter of a 26.2-mile trot around the suburbs of Greater Manchester. With breakfast eaten, tit tape and anti-chaffing solution applied, and my number fastened to my shirt it’s time to get outside. The temperature is perfect for me as we walk towards the club rendezvous point outside the Manchester United ground. En-route we meet Sally Johnson, a fellow marathon first timer and realising we have the same start pen we discuss starting together.
Arriving at the rendezvous it’s soon apparent that Wrekin Road Runners are performing some sort of Manchester take over. We have managed to gather 17 relay teams and 12 full marathon runners. So you can only imagine the initial chaos as our photographers try to herd us all into the perfect photo position. We are clearly an important and world-famous club, which explains that alongside our supporters taking photos, we also find several Japanese tourist’s snapping shots like we’ve got some form of celebrity status in Japan. And if we didn’t before we probably have now.
It’s time to move towards the start pens so Sally and I commence walking in the direction of pen G. It’s cold and despite the clear instructions of Steve Gill I have avoided to bring with me anything warm to throw away at the start. Polly offers me her hoody which I squeeze myself into, it’s so tight I am now wondering how the hell I’m going to get it off. We bid goodbye to the relay teams with hugs of encouragement all round, I even got a hug from Sarah Green who normally avoids any form of tactile advances.
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We can hear other waves going down to the start line and beginning their adventure. Slowly the waves move forward until it’s time for our wave to take our moment in the spotlight. The ten second countdown begins, and Sally and I offer last words of encouragement to each other. The start horn goes off, this is it, we are about to start our first ever marathon together. At this point pink smoke starts to spew from the top of the start gantry, whilst adding dramatic effects to proceedings I realise it’s also adding about 8 ounces of powder to my lungs. We edge towards the start line, breaking into a slow jog, stepping over the chip timing mats I press the start button on my watch which I’ve set to countdown the marathon distance, it beeps and informs me I have 26.2 miles to go.
200 yards in and Sally is breaking away, as a much faster runner than me I let her go with a little wave as she looks round for me. I’m in this for the long game so need to watch my speed. Of all the advice I have received over the last few weeks the one that has been consistent is ‘Don’t go off too fast’. I look at the spectators to see a sign that will stick in my head for the next 26 miles, it reads DON’T BE S**T. Trying not to be s**t I concentrate on keeping my speed down and settling into a comfortable pace. I spot two American ladies from Connecticut just in front of me and begin a conversation about what brings them to Manchester, something about Donald Trump was mentioned and I offered them Brexit as consolation, they decided they would probably be better returning home after the race. I get a tap on my shoulder, it’s Phil Howarth, the first of many cheats relay runners that will pass me in the coming hours. Offering words of encouragement Phil disappears into the distance. I’m coming up on 4.5 miles, being my first marathon I had pre-ordered the race photo pack and studied the locations in which the photographers would be placed. I spot the zoom lenses in front of me and get ready, I’m going to get my monies worth! I look at my watch and realise I have it on the wrong screen, I thought I was moving a bit too swiftly, I’ve just run the first 5 miles at a minute faster pace than planned. What the hell, I feel good so I just keep steady and trot on. |
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Did I ever think I would run a marathon? No
Did I ever think that kids holding power up signs would give me a much-needed boost? No Did I ever think that I would enjoy being part of a running club? No Did I ever think I would call myself a runner? No What a journey, what a club. And to the people I called cheats above, of course I don’t believe that for one minute, everyone one of you was amazing in the part you had to play, and I couldn’t of done it without all your encouragement. To those of you that don’t believe you can run a marathon I encourage you to challenge yourself. I did and look what just happened! Conclusion There have been some consequences to my increased running, as you’ll see from my before and after pictures. Nothing else changed in my life other than exercise, I’m eating the same and thanks to being a Wrekin Road Runner I’m drinking more than before. I didn’t set out to lose weight but I feel much better for it. |
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I didn’t run the marathon alone, every one of the Wrekin team in Manchester and at home ran it with me, without them I wouldn’t even have made it to the start line.
Happy Running Everyone and DON’T BE S**T
Hamish, A Runner
Happy Running Everyone and DON’T BE S**T
Hamish, A Runner
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Submitted By Andrew Jennings
When you are going for sub 4 and you get to the half 13.1 and you have completed it at 1hr 51minutes you know that you are the nail of the Marathon Basics 47/53 Average Splits Strategy. 2hrs 9mins to complete the rest...here we come..we are all going to plan. Then at mile 17 the plan starts to go to pot. The niggling knee that has been giving you a few problems during training comes back to bite you. The plan has fallen apart and by mile 23 your are averaging 12 minute miles, walking, jogging, stretching. At mile 23 a motivated voice comes to the side of you and you decide that there is only a park run to do. With a fellow runner and mentor by your side you unbelievably managed to return the final miles to 10.37 average and although still hurting and suffering get to the finish line with pride and joy. The art of running these distances is not all about the training . Its about the people around you and how much stronger you are together. My previous PB is beaten from my one and only other marathon....Now to the next one but hopefully as a pack. |
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Submitted By Chris Clayton
The alarm went off , it read 3.30am, my dog Fred looked at me from the foot of the bed “ what time do you call this “ ( he doesn’t actually speak ) “ I know buddy, I know” today was going to be a looooong day. Fast forward to the coach well I hoped it was the coach ?I stood alone and for a while self doubt got the better of me “ was it yesterday “ ? Then out of nowhere they came, there was so much orange it was like the sunrise had come early. On the coach my wide awake (what I think is witty banter) was failing to hit its mark, I was starting to feel like a stage actor who fluffs his lines on opening night 🤕 this crowd would take some work, but endeavor we must!
On approaching Manchester the driver seemed, well for want of a better word.... ummm lost ,or asleep,
I hoped very much for all concerned it was the former💀.
Eventually we all gathered at Old Trafford and you could tell we meant business .
Japanese tourists took photos just in case we were famous , which as we all know ...we are 😄.
Amongst the relay groups there was a quiet anxiety “ how do we get where we need to get “?
The epic trek began to relay point D luckily for us we had the indomitable Sally Withington, she walked ahead of the group, I couldn’t help thinking she looked like a latter day explorer heading into the Amazon with only a compass, a smile, and an unshakable faith she knew where the hell she was going.
I think I can safely say if we would have encountered a cliff edge en-route to point D and Sally would have said “what are you waiting for, jump” we would have swallow dived off each and every one of us... well done Sal, well you and that cute girl off the Sat Nav. 😄
We waited for the marathon runners at mile 19 first off Stephen Gill and Phil Goodwin, Steve Gills race face makes Tutankhamen’s death mask look positively jolly ,but let’s face it it’s bloody working for him. Phil Goodwin is as inn-offensive fella as you’d wish to meet but put some trainers on him he’s all business! Lee and Paul like a bloody afternoon stroll for them, they dreamed of a distant volcano which they’d be running up very shortly this was a training run 😩. Dave Leonard he’s always smiling, him and Kim Bennett they make it look bloody easy it’s lovely ,but at the same time makes you feel inadequate .... I just find it hard ! Mark Thorpe he’s a tough customer, I’m pretty sure he could run through a concrete wall and then just brush the dust off.. Then the guys following Donna,Sally, Hamish , Andrew , all fighting their own battles... putting in the hard yards guys which should be the clubs motto ,well done one and all.
The relay was fun ,never passed so many slow people in all my life,next time I’m going to take a bicycle Bell and ring it as I’m about to pass😄 As I passed Andrew Jennings I made the comment “ keep it going Andy” he commented to a fellow runner “ it’s all right for him he’s relay” and he was right.... I felt as sprightly as a teenage giraffe!
When we all gathered at the end there was an air of confusion “ what now pray tell”?
Well In moments of potential crisis my go to mode is let’s get to a pub and think about the problem and that's exactly what Marvin, Sally and I did. The facebook flare went up and like field of dreams (build it and they will come) they did in their droves. First up Donna Howells she looked dejected (missed her pb by a minute) I stuck a Guinness and a bag of nuts in her hand and she rose like a phoenix from the ashes! (I’m never doing another...errr we all know you will Don). Dave Issac turned up his smile returned ,earlier in the day he looked like one of those puppies at Hillbrae that everyone walks past , no beer night before Davey, learn your lesson😄
A great get together, too many tales to tell.
The coach Home was eventful Costa coffee cups with some suspicious looking red coffee ( thanks gals) then Adrian talbots poncho spirits ( that stuff could start up A tractor 😬 a bunch of us ended up in the Hungry horse , more beers followed and I could here myself talking
Like a man about to have a stroke “taxi for Clayton” .... this morning I looked like Davey Issac did yesterday morning..... well done every bloody one of you, and if I missed people out apologies you are tremendous guys!
The alarm went off , it read 3.30am, my dog Fred looked at me from the foot of the bed “ what time do you call this “ ( he doesn’t actually speak ) “ I know buddy, I know” today was going to be a looooong day. Fast forward to the coach well I hoped it was the coach ?I stood alone and for a while self doubt got the better of me “ was it yesterday “ ? Then out of nowhere they came, there was so much orange it was like the sunrise had come early. On the coach my wide awake (what I think is witty banter) was failing to hit its mark, I was starting to feel like a stage actor who fluffs his lines on opening night 🤕 this crowd would take some work, but endeavor we must!
On approaching Manchester the driver seemed, well for want of a better word.... ummm lost ,or asleep,
I hoped very much for all concerned it was the former💀.
Eventually we all gathered at Old Trafford and you could tell we meant business .
Japanese tourists took photos just in case we were famous , which as we all know ...we are 😄.
Amongst the relay groups there was a quiet anxiety “ how do we get where we need to get “?
The epic trek began to relay point D luckily for us we had the indomitable Sally Withington, she walked ahead of the group, I couldn’t help thinking she looked like a latter day explorer heading into the Amazon with only a compass, a smile, and an unshakable faith she knew where the hell she was going.
I think I can safely say if we would have encountered a cliff edge en-route to point D and Sally would have said “what are you waiting for, jump” we would have swallow dived off each and every one of us... well done Sal, well you and that cute girl off the Sat Nav. 😄
We waited for the marathon runners at mile 19 first off Stephen Gill and Phil Goodwin, Steve Gills race face makes Tutankhamen’s death mask look positively jolly ,but let’s face it it’s bloody working for him. Phil Goodwin is as inn-offensive fella as you’d wish to meet but put some trainers on him he’s all business! Lee and Paul like a bloody afternoon stroll for them, they dreamed of a distant volcano which they’d be running up very shortly this was a training run 😩. Dave Leonard he’s always smiling, him and Kim Bennett they make it look bloody easy it’s lovely ,but at the same time makes you feel inadequate .... I just find it hard ! Mark Thorpe he’s a tough customer, I’m pretty sure he could run through a concrete wall and then just brush the dust off.. Then the guys following Donna,Sally, Hamish , Andrew , all fighting their own battles... putting in the hard yards guys which should be the clubs motto ,well done one and all.
The relay was fun ,never passed so many slow people in all my life,next time I’m going to take a bicycle Bell and ring it as I’m about to pass😄 As I passed Andrew Jennings I made the comment “ keep it going Andy” he commented to a fellow runner “ it’s all right for him he’s relay” and he was right.... I felt as sprightly as a teenage giraffe!
When we all gathered at the end there was an air of confusion “ what now pray tell”?
Well In moments of potential crisis my go to mode is let’s get to a pub and think about the problem and that's exactly what Marvin, Sally and I did. The facebook flare went up and like field of dreams (build it and they will come) they did in their droves. First up Donna Howells she looked dejected (missed her pb by a minute) I stuck a Guinness and a bag of nuts in her hand and she rose like a phoenix from the ashes! (I’m never doing another...errr we all know you will Don). Dave Issac turned up his smile returned ,earlier in the day he looked like one of those puppies at Hillbrae that everyone walks past , no beer night before Davey, learn your lesson😄
A great get together, too many tales to tell.
The coach Home was eventful Costa coffee cups with some suspicious looking red coffee ( thanks gals) then Adrian talbots poncho spirits ( that stuff could start up A tractor 😬 a bunch of us ended up in the Hungry horse , more beers followed and I could here myself talking
Like a man about to have a stroke “taxi for Clayton” .... this morning I looked like Davey Issac did yesterday morning..... well done every bloody one of you, and if I missed people out apologies you are tremendous guys!
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Submitted By our resident coach Stephen Gill
Today I have completed what I call a full set - Sorry for my non running friends but yes its a running post. 18 months of training put in has led to personal best times in 5K,10K,Half Marathon and today the Full Marathon distance. Today I topped it off with a time of 3hr 10 minutes 42 seconds at Manchester Marathon which should give me a GOOD FOR AGE time to enter the London Marathon. Many thanks to Susan Gill for her patience when all i seem to do is train. I think she still loves me? Many thanks to my training buddy Dave Leonard over the last 4 months. Thanks also to my awesome running club mates @ Wrekin Road Runners. Thanks to my running buddy for the day Phil Goodwin. Achieving these results has never been easy but if an old bugger like me can do it anyone can. Believe in yourself and with hard work and dedication its possible to achieve those dreams Onward's to the next target |
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Submitted by Steve Hughes
I am reminded again of what a great club we really do have.
Ordinarily the only time I would want to be woken a 4am is for an early morning jaunt to the airport on my way to somewhere far flung, sunny and exotic for a booze soaked week of fun. And while the coach driver seemed intent on reminding me of that fact by tantalisingly circling Manchester Airport a worrying amount of times, it was, alas not our destination. We had Marathons to run. Despite everyone being surprisingly evicted from the coach at an unknown location somewhere in Manchester, we all managed to successfully find our way to where we needed to be. I put this down to the excellent training we have all received from Paul Spriggs and his Mystery Tour club runs. Thanks to Paul we have all attained a Bear Grylls level of navigation, using only our wits and the local pubs to guide our way. The team photo outside Old Trafford was world class. Literally. Thanks to a couple of Japanese tourists the WRR brand has gone global!!
After seeing Hamish and Sally off on their first ever marathon Trouble and her Ginger Ninjas made their way to an exceedingly packed Metro. After discovering that I am actually capable of fitting into a far smaller space than I’d ever expected, we arrived at our respective stops and bid one another good luck and farewell. I had been allocated Leg 3 and while I’m not one to moan, it was a 1km walk to the start point, the longest of the legs (8.4 whole miles) and 3km walk back to the metro station!!! But as I say, I’m not one to moan! The support was incredible all the way around the course. I must say I felt somewhat humbled to be surrounded by so many incredible Marathon runners, while only running a small portion of it myself. As a result out of respect I refused to make use of the ‘Tap here for a power boost’ posters people were holding up. There were others who’s need was greater than mine. And despite arriving late to pretty much everything on the day (none of it was my fault) the experience was amazing. I’m so proud of everyone who ran yesterday, be it full Marathons or part of a Relay team. You are all Epic.
I am reminded again of what a great club we really do have.
Ordinarily the only time I would want to be woken a 4am is for an early morning jaunt to the airport on my way to somewhere far flung, sunny and exotic for a booze soaked week of fun. And while the coach driver seemed intent on reminding me of that fact by tantalisingly circling Manchester Airport a worrying amount of times, it was, alas not our destination. We had Marathons to run. Despite everyone being surprisingly evicted from the coach at an unknown location somewhere in Manchester, we all managed to successfully find our way to where we needed to be. I put this down to the excellent training we have all received from Paul Spriggs and his Mystery Tour club runs. Thanks to Paul we have all attained a Bear Grylls level of navigation, using only our wits and the local pubs to guide our way. The team photo outside Old Trafford was world class. Literally. Thanks to a couple of Japanese tourists the WRR brand has gone global!!
After seeing Hamish and Sally off on their first ever marathon Trouble and her Ginger Ninjas made their way to an exceedingly packed Metro. After discovering that I am actually capable of fitting into a far smaller space than I’d ever expected, we arrived at our respective stops and bid one another good luck and farewell. I had been allocated Leg 3 and while I’m not one to moan, it was a 1km walk to the start point, the longest of the legs (8.4 whole miles) and 3km walk back to the metro station!!! But as I say, I’m not one to moan! The support was incredible all the way around the course. I must say I felt somewhat humbled to be surrounded by so many incredible Marathon runners, while only running a small portion of it myself. As a result out of respect I refused to make use of the ‘Tap here for a power boost’ posters people were holding up. There were others who’s need was greater than mine. And despite arriving late to pretty much everything on the day (none of it was my fault) the experience was amazing. I’m so proud of everyone who ran yesterday, be it full Marathons or part of a Relay team. You are all Epic.
Submitted by Donna Howells
Had a fabulous weekend but didn’t quite get the result!
Brilliant Support from all of you. Much love 💕
Would like to thank Neil Howells for believing in me and giving me time to train. Stephen Gill for also believing me and supporting. Garry Palmer for always being interested.
Thanks to Annie Bradley and Becky Owen-Jones for making my life so much easier this weekend and Sally Withington for being bunk buddy and coach buddy.
Thanks to everyone else, too many to mention but thanks Vicky James for pushing me with 4 miles to go! 😘😘
Thanks to everyone for your lovely messages and also reminding me it, it was still my 2nd fastest marathon and I’m an old lady now 😂
Had a fabulous weekend but didn’t quite get the result!
Brilliant Support from all of you. Much love 💕
Would like to thank Neil Howells for believing in me and giving me time to train. Stephen Gill for also believing me and supporting. Garry Palmer for always being interested.
Thanks to Annie Bradley and Becky Owen-Jones for making my life so much easier this weekend and Sally Withington for being bunk buddy and coach buddy.
Thanks to everyone else, too many to mention but thanks Vicky James for pushing me with 4 miles to go! 😘😘
Thanks to everyone for your lovely messages and also reminding me it, it was still my 2nd fastest marathon and I’m an old lady now 😂
Submitted by Dave Leonard
Well many months ago I booked Manchester marathon just because it was my birthday.
Then I got convinced to run it for a crazy time . So after 12 weeks of hard work the day came but all didn’t go quite too plan.
But I wouldn’t change a thing as the support from WRR was top draw.
I’d like to say a big thanks firstly to Helen for always supporting me on what ever crazy challenge I take on .
Virgil for all the help he’s given me in my training . Darren for keeping me going at mile 18 and Paul for getting me over line when I was feeling at my lowest and sacrificing his own run in the process. Plus all the amazing support out there today .
I think Manchester definitely know who WRR are now .
Plus a big thanks and a massive well done to Stephen Gill for his company and motivation on are long Sunday runs . 😊
Well many months ago I booked Manchester marathon just because it was my birthday.
Then I got convinced to run it for a crazy time . So after 12 weeks of hard work the day came but all didn’t go quite too plan.
But I wouldn’t change a thing as the support from WRR was top draw.
I’d like to say a big thanks firstly to Helen for always supporting me on what ever crazy challenge I take on .
Virgil for all the help he’s given me in my training . Darren for keeping me going at mile 18 and Paul for getting me over line when I was feeling at my lowest and sacrificing his own run in the process. Plus all the amazing support out there today .
I think Manchester definitely know who WRR are now .
Plus a big thanks and a massive well done to Stephen Gill for his company and motivation on are long Sunday runs . 😊