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Sunburn, heat exhaustion, heatstroke, hypertranemia, yes, the temperature has gone into double figures. Weekend report

My word you lot have been busy. What with the race season really picking up, the sun coming out to play and everyone wanting to stretch their legs in good weather, there is a plethora of running related delights to report on. Where to start? Aha – with the first thing that came into my …

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A day of sun, a day of rain, I’ve got a cold, woe is me – the weekend report.

So I’m sitting here feeling sorry for myself as the general malaise of the past week has given way to full blown snot fest. Annoying as this week is apparently going to be gorgeous – and as far as I can see, I shall be mainlining lemsip and being generally pathetic. Not so much for …

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Easter Weekend club report – April Fools. Or not. As the case may be.

Easter weekend! Chocolate! Cake! Sugar! Snow! April Fools Day! Yes, it was indeed. I decided to wait until it was Bank Holiday monday before typing this out just in case anything was actually a bit April fools day-esque. It wasn’t, but at least it meant that Sunday evening was quite restful. Hope you all had …

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The cold returns. Snow Joke.

What happened there then? There we were, quite happily mooching our way through a few warmer days, the sun was out (occasionally), the lapwings and curlews were coming back the moors, daffodils were up, and pigeons were making out on the lawn. The east wind came back with a bit of a vengeance and a …

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Well – at least I remembered my Mum’s birthday- Weekend report.

Well we appear to have had a relatively productive early March now that the ridiculous amount of snow has blown away and/or melted. An active weekend was had by a load of you, either racing, reccying or training for various bits and pieces and things. Now theen, where shall I start? Edale trailrace Skyline Matt …

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Snowmaggedon. Or Snowpocalyse. Depending on your preference.

As far as I know, no-one raced this weekend because of the ridiculous amounts of snow and high winds that got imported from Siberia, via Sheffield. The High Peak Marathon was cancelled. Other stuff was cancelled. So everyone went to play in what was left of the snow once the top layers had been blown …