Chase the Train is a 8.9 mile race from Aylsham to Wroxham. It follows the footpath next to the Bure Valley Railway, Norfolk’s longest narrow guage steam railway. Then catch a Free Return Train from Wroxham
– Teams consist of 2 people with 1 bike (can be a 3 if necessary).
– Swap over as many times as you like, but runner and cyclist must stay within 10 meters of each other.
– Follows Brandon Park Blue route (6ish miles) – or as close as forestry operations allow.
– Family/Friends are welcome.
– Have fun!
Current records: Kate/Derek 44.08.80 – Full 6 miles route
Ian/Liz 41.25 – shorter route (anti-clockwise)
Kevin/Ken 37.27 – shorter route (clockwise)
Actions if you want to take part: – If there’s someone you want to pair up with let us know.
– If you’re interested but don’t have a partner, let us know at the usual club email address, and we can start to pair you up if necessary. We will try and pair experienced forest people with those who have less knowledge of the route so you don’t get lost! (maps will be available)
Previously we’ve had post run-bike drink and nibbles on the picnic tables so if the weathers nice bring a drink with you.
Hope to see lots of you there and fingers crossed for nice weather!
Longstanding Fern Hopper David Toms reached a major running milestone over the Easter weekend by completing his 200th marathon!
Competing in the Great Barrow Challenge ‘Two in Two’ David completed his 199th marathon on Good Friday and then completed back to back marathons on the Saturday to make it a round 200 marathons so far!
Brandon Fern Hoppers are immensely proud to count David as one of our own, and grateful for wonderful way he represents the club wherever he goes. Well done David!
If you had asked me two years ago to give an example of a sports injury, I would have said a black eye from a secret punch administered in the scrum. Little did I know that these injuries are self-inflicted.
A very late convert to club running, I was keen to try a variety of events. It was on a club training night, running around the local industrial estate, that I witnessed the phenomenon. For no apparent reason, a runner suddenly pulled up, like a lame horse, and sank to the kerb. There was an outpouring of sympathy as he hobbled off.
“I’m surprised you never get injured.” said Paul, although I remained convinced that it would never happen to me, despite the periodic disappearances of my newfound pals.
The first warning sign was a sudden twinge towards the end of a cold Sunday morning run through the woods. We needed to cross a main road. The preceding six miles had been most enjoyable, but then I committed the rookie error of stopping dead, rather than jogging on the spot. No running for two weeks.
The next lesson to learn was that if you are in any doubt, just don’t do it. The local Parkrun course had become very muddy indeed. I had seen people face down in the quagmire and had slipped a few times myself. It became a bit of a strain on the knees and so one of them gave out. Two months out and a few physio sessions have got me back on my feet.
A wiser and warier Frank steps forward.