Horspath Cross Country Results

The first Club Championship and Short League fixture of 2013 seems to have been a proper romp in the mud, judging by the pictures.

If anyone went for the early joker option, please let me know.

There were 180 finishers in the women’s race and 254 in the men’s.

The ERR ladies were 5th and the men 6th on the day (both in Division 2), which is where they also now stand for the season so far.

Kate won the wine, and her report follows the results.

 

Race Forename Surname Position Time CC Pts SL Pts
U11 Girls Julia Storey 60 13:15
U11 Boys Zach Bowers 52 11:45
Jay Revill 65 12:47
U13 Boys Stan Reeves 29 15:19
Women Denise Bridges 31 26.19 50
Jackie Pinnock 78 29.30 49
Kate Williamson 83 29.57 48
Lesley Parry-Jones 108 31.44 50
Tara Lawfull 130 33.48 49
Marisa Keeley 149 36.22 48
Sue Cross 150 36.24 47
Julia Pool 165 39.08 46
Ester Muir 170 39.44 45
Samantha Harrison 172 40.46 44
Joan Ryan 173 41.13 43
Men Robert Storey 33 34.54 50
Dafydd Warburton 80 37.19 49
Gregory Gay 88 37.46 48
Andy Sears 107 38.58 47
Ben Breaker 154 42.00 46
Nick Sheard 156 42.07 45
Mark Creasey 159 42.19 44
Luke Dawson 183 44.02 43
Arthur McEwan-James 194 44.45 42
Tony Whitlock 206 46.31 41
John Bishop 208 46.59 40
Paul Creasey 218 49.39 39
Ian Keeley 221 50.35 50
Derek Breaker 224 50.45 38
Adrian Pinnock 233 51.35 49
Martin Johnson 234 51.36 48
Keith Baker 238 52.45 37

Slippy,  sloppy, stinky, wet mud, do I need to say more? Maybe fun?

After missing a few turns off various roundabouts and nearly (by way of a quick u turn) visiting the Sandhills park and ride we found our way to the right car park and on to the field where we found the Eynsham tent already standing proud.

Looking around to see how muddy some of the younger persons might be, the first one I spotted had mud up to the top of his head – say no more. So on to inspect the ditch, our first hurdle, the general feeling was to keep to the right but don’t stop whatever you do.

With hindsight the ditch was a doddle compared to the rest. I made good progress overtaking a few on that endless everlasting hill only for them all to come hurtling past me on the downhill! Then we came to some tarmac but, oh no, round the corner through the wood lurked those hip height (I know I’m quite short) slurpy, sloshy mud puddles. The only way really was straight through the middle, and yes I finished covered in mud. On my return home Philip told me that I wasn’t coming into the house looking like that and to try the hosepipe which is what I did, but only on my legs!

I have to admit that it was lots more enjoyable than freezing cold Wittenham clumps and Shipton under Wychwood. Bring on Swindon and Harwell.

 

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