Sunday, 22 March 2026

Forest of Dean spring trail half, 2026

This was my big race of the spring; my fifth attempt to qualify for the England Athletics Age Group Masters in the M55 category. I'd attempted and failed on four previous occasions - the Telford 10k in 2022, the Run Tatton half in 2023, the Reading 10k and the Worcester half, both in 2025. This was a departure from the earlier pattern as it was my first trail qualifier, for which I needed to reach the top six in my age band rather than top three in the road events. I have no idea why. A bit of RunBritain stalking suggested that on paper I would be 6th... all to play for.

The day dawned cold, clear and bright. By 9:30 it was warming up nicely and there was a great vibe at race HQ in the grounds of the Speech House Hotel. Clare bought me a coffee, I did my drills and felt good. Many of the competitors were sporting Masters labels on their backs.

Front and back

At the start

The start went well and I focused on settling in to the pace. We were descending gently on road for a stretch, and then the third km was a steeper descent on gravel. Remembering my downhill training last year, I took fast short steps and loosened my arms.

Clare was at the first road crossing. 'I think you're in 6th place' she shouted. Excellent; I really was in with a shout. After a long ascent I caught up with a couple of guys, one of whom had M55 on his back. I edged past him. He responded, drawing level. Aye aye, I thought, I may have a fight on here. But then we arrived at a water station where he abruptly stopped. 

At the first road crossing

At about halfway I was at the highpoint of the course, on a ridge with terrific views in all directions. I was working hard, but greatly enjoying myself. My pacing was in near lockstep with Sarah Overington, a lady from Reigate with F35 on her back. She would edge ahead on the hills, I would pull away on the descents. At about 16k she just pulled out of reach.

No idea where this was

5k to go, and I had the bit between my teeth. Clare passed on her bike. I turned north (the sun was being a great help in orientation), and with about 2k to go approached two M55ers. I moved past them as decisively as I could, hoping to break their spirits. Clare peddled past again as I approached Speech House. 'You've got 50 metres on him' she said. It was a long trawl around the grounds of the finish field, and I staggered over the line in a chip time of 1:29:22.

First things first... I went to the timing tent and was handed a slip of paper saying I was 6th in my age group. So I'd done it! I was thrilled. This means I'll be coming back to the FOD for the autumn half for an England v Wales match. Very cool!

At the finish

Further analysis back at home confirmed that I was 4th place amongst the fellow geezers who had signed up for the Masters competition. I'm really delighted to have got there, and especially for having to attempt a few time - it's made it a very special quest since December 2022.

The highlighted geezers were competing for Masters qualification.


Friday, 9 January 2026

Hampshire XC championships, 2026

I haven't managed to get to any of the Hampshire league matches this season, so I was looking forward to putting my spikes on and getting a bit muddy.

Except that it wasn't muddy at all. A combination of a dry fortnight and a  hard frost meant that the going was good to firm. I'm so conditioned to think XC = spikes that I really hadn't stopped to think about this, and I was a bit nervous that I was going to be clacking along on the shaded parts where the sun hadn't reached.

It really was chilly. I watched some of the LRR ladies finish, warmed up as best as I could and disrobed at the last possible moment. 

The ladies, basking in the heat

It wasn't a huge field of chaps - a mere 147 of us. We set off and the pace was a bit frenetic. I focused on being sensible while my peers rushed ahead. Aye aye, I thought, we'll see.

And after the first km I started overtaking people and I began to enjoy myself. Particularly once I had crossed the frosty zone in my spikes with no drama. One lap down, three to go and I inched my way through the field. About halfway through I overtook Graham Evans as he gasped 'I think I set off a bit fast'.

This is the nearest I ever get to a race smile

Into the fourth lap I spotted my arch-rival Andy Parkinson ahead of me. Remembering how he had snuck up on me at Victory 5, my initial plan was to hide behind him, but after a short while I was feeling confident about about overtaking him. 'We meet again, Mr Bond', I said as I passed him. 'I've been expecting you' he replied. I was thus highly motivated to keep the pressure up and open up some space.

With 100m to go, I felt someone on my shoulder. Eek. But it wasn't Parky, it was an Eastleigh youngster. All clear behind me. I finished in 82nd place and third M55. That'll do. Very happy with my pacing and a thoroughly fun afternoon.

In the end I beat Parky by 9 seconds

The LRR chaps