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Sunday, 31 August 2014

Being a vet should not make much difference

Just over 30 years ago a friend was taking the entries for Boundary Harriers’ cross country race at Ballachrink Farm in East Baldwin. A man gave his name, paid his entry fee and announced “I’m a vet”. The recorder was a little bemused because she didn’t realise that she had to record the occupation of each entrant but because he was insistent she wrote “vet” next to his name.

He was of course a man over the age of 40 and it seems perverse that, as veteran standards have improved, the age at which a man was classed as a veteran, or master in American parlance, should be reduced to 35. There need not be too big a decline in performances by that age - look at sprinter Kim Collins.

In the days when athletics was wholly amateur there was a quirk in the rules. Organisers of open events had to place a value on the prizes awarded and publish a programme with the total value of prizes and indicate who was qualified for each award. It was a pretty good system and the basis for the “one award per person” system.

If the prize values for the first, second and third positions were £40, £30 and £25, and the prize for the first veteran was £20, then if a veteran finished third he would claim the third prize and the veteran’s award would be taken by the second veteran.

One of the frequently misunderstood points was that, in the scenario above, the third placed runner still won the veteran’s section it was just that he forfeited the prize as he accepted one of greater value. In the days when there was a veterans’ race to Peel in the Parish Walk, if the winner then proceeded to win the whole 85 mile event he was still the veteran winner even though he gave up the right to the prize when he lifted a more significant one.

In those days the veterans were in a minority but in some cases they now form a majority. In my view, it is nonsense to award a prize to the first under 35 runner in a road race if he or she finished fifth. They should not receive anything if the open awards are taken by veterans.

In that case, I come down on the side of veteran athletes. In other cases I am less sympathetic to them. Although I work closely with the Isle of Man Veteran Athletes Club to publicise some of their events, and I have some good friends who are members, I did not support the establishment of a separate club. In a perfect world athletes from the same area, and I would say the area should be the whole of the Isle of Man, should coach, organise and compete in a single entity.  I have only ever been a member of one Manx club at a time.

One criticism when fewer athletes retired in their 20s and 30s was that they no longer offered their services as coaches. You could hardly apply such a criticism in the Isle of Man, where some of the top coaches still compete, but the closer aligned the athletes of all ages are the better it should be.

I was staggered once to hear, after a race, a veteran athlete announce that he hadn’t really tried to hold off a senior runner as he was only interesting in winning the veteran’s prize. I admit that I found motivation in chasing Manx records when I turned 40 but the overall performance must surely be the priority.

I have only just read about Anthony Whiteman setting a world over 40 record for 800 metres and his post-race comments were quite telling. He only expected to run 1.49 rather than the record breaking 1.48.05. He concentrated on his race craft and the record took care of itself.

It is right that people should get recognised for their performances as they get older but surely it has to be acknowledged that the higher the age profile the lower the number of entrants. Sometimes I think there are too many awards for veterans. One well known athlete said to me, at a rather long winded prize presentation, “it is like a child’s party – everyone is going home with something.”

With a few exceptions, winning an age group trophy means nothing to me. It is performance, time, distance or height, that counts. We should judge our own performances as we judge others. How well did we train and how close to our potential were we in the event? That applies whether the word “vet” is written alongside your name or not.





Friday, 29 August 2014

Long live the blog

I am almost half way through a lovely holiday in Wengen (Switzerland) to coincide with Marie and my 30th wedding anniversary. On 27 August 1984 we were married at Ebenezer Methodist Chapel in Kirk Michael where family friends Rex Kissack and Ann Crowe conducted the service  and played the organ. They and their spouses and just nine family members attended our reception at the Carmodil Cafe in Ballaugh Glen.


On our anniversary we had lunch at the summit of the Schilthorn where Roger Moore appeared as James Bond in Her Majesty's Secret Service.


Life changes quite quickly sometimes. My plan only a couple of years earlier had been to take part in the Olympics in the Summer of 1984 and not to get married!

After representing Great Britain as a race walker at 20km, 35km (twice) and 50km in 1981 and 1982, and the Isle of Man at the Commonwealth Games in Brisbane in 1982, I made the decision to change my training, move up another gear and have stab at the Olympics.

I failed for two reasons. When I started to work on my weaknesses instead of my strengths it became apparent that they were too great to overcome. My upper body strength is pathetic. Secondly, but it is linked to the first, the additional training brought to a head the damage I had done to my back at school messing with weights (unsupervised). Even during the period of my best results I had been sleeping on the floor to overcome the back pain.

I retired from race walking in November 1983 after consulting with a back specialist in Manchester. It was never  a case that I could no longer take part in race walking, indeed I made a few appearances in the 10 years that followed, but rather that I would be ill advised to continue putting my back under such pressure and the words "wheelchair and old age" were used.

It was only a few weeks later that I met Marie and we chose to marry within eight months of meeting.

At that time I was treasurer of Boundary Harriers and I also took on the role of treasurer of the IOMAA before passing over both roles to stand as chairman of the IOMAA on a point of principle. I had many other roles including newsletter editor and coached a few athletes, or at least mentored them. Running was introduced merely to avoid getting unfit.

I never imagined that 30 years later I would be worried about missing a day of training tomorrow because of a cold (two years ago I also retired from marathon running because of a knee injury and concerns about my hip).

And so, if you are interested enough to read this, don't write off this blog yet.

I have encountered a problem accessing my home computer whilst on holiday and so at this stage I can't update the website.

When I first wrote the blog it was intended to provide context to the website. During the last 10 months I have principally used Facebook to announce updates and post extra news.

During the next few weeks I intend to publish a series of blog entries about issues I have observed in athletics during the past 30 years.

After that my plans may change as suddenly as they did in 1984. I may retire it or I might be writing here in 30 years time that I planned to!

Monday, 14 July 2014

North, south, east and west...but now for something completely different








Over just four days, starting last Thursday, I visited many wonderful spots around the Isle of Man. I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. But tonight I flew into London City Airport and I have a fascination with east London too which is consistent with my interest in industrial history.

I'm at a hotel I have stayed in more times than any other, the Ramada Docklands. Marie and I have stayed here a few times but  on four occasions it was also my base, with my running friends, for the London Marathon. Tonight I have the most modest room I have had here but its still more than adequate.

And its just a very long stone's from the scene of  Monty Python's stage show.

I am well aware that I have a lot of catching up to do on some of my websites but until I do this is something completely different.

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Too many laps; too little sleep

I'm up far too early this morning. A number of things disturbed my sleep and perhaps my election to run in the 10,000 metres this evening, only my second race of the year, is one of them.

I remember the decision by the IOMAA to introduce the 10,000 metres to the Isle of Man Championships in 1990. We spent about an hour deciding whether, in the event of an over subscription, we would run an A and B race or two heats and a final. In the end just two athletes entered!

That was on the grass track in Peel and my first entry came in 1992 at the NSC as a challenge with Andy Garrett. Somehow, I beat him in the 1,500 metres and he beat me in the 10,000 metres. It should have been the other way around.

My memory seems to recall only every other year because in 1994 the event was held in September and whilst managing the Commonwealth Games team in Canada another challenge arose - I would take walk hero Steve Partington on in a track challenge when we returned. He pulled out of the challenge with injury (I think) and I was left in a field of just 3.

The 1996 race was held in the midday sun on one of the hottest days of the year. Paul Curphey ran his lifetime best and Mike Garrett, who had been training with Paul and I, left me behind with a few laps to go. It would be another 6 years before Mike returned to run!

There were only small fields and the event was dropped for a while. I campaigned on www.manxathletics.com  to have it reinstated and Bridget Kaneen, on behalf of Manx Harriers, offered to put it on during TT week.

On a few occasions it attracted bigger fields than all of the other track races held during the championship weekend. My best two races were winning at the age of 48 in 2005 (a field that included Mike Garrett and Nick Percival) and going under 36 minutes aged 51 a few weeks after starting my morning training runs in 2008.

Last year I won again but with a small field of just three in a slowest winning time of all time.

There is a buzz about the event tonight and I think it will be the best field of 32 to 34 minute runners assembled.

I last raced in the Lancashire Cross Country Championships on the first weekend of the year. I had to pull out of the rest of the cross country season due to family events and planned to run in the Northern 10 before a silly running accident seven and half weeks ago when I think I cracked my ribs.

My furthest session in the 11 days since I started to run again is just four miles so I have to go more than 50% further tonight.
 
But the event is close to my chest and only Andy Fox has run it more than I have in the past 24 years. The extra distance might possibly have contributed to my lack of sleep.

By the time I finish tonight the lap scorers will have gone to sleep. My target is to stay inside my best time for race walking the distance.

Thursday, 22 May 2014

Not really coasting



Our family are rather immobile at the moment. Robbie is still recovering from a road accident, Marie has a reaction to medication causing her a good deal of discomfort and she can only walk very slowly and I still have sore ribs after colliding with a gate whilst running nearly four weeks ago.

We are still enjoying the best that the Isle of Man has to offer and are putting the final touches to some great travel this year.

The photo above was from our stroll around Douglas Head last night and the ones below on Saturday and Monday..



Website publishing has consumed as many hours as ever through the winter but like the Manx coastline in the photos it evolves over time.

For a few years I was publishing a new feature each month through the winter about one of the characters of the event on the parishwalk.com website. This has diminished and new features have been suspended this year. I make no apology for this as during the five months that I would have in the past taken time to compile these I have completed five projects that will assist my websites for years to come, and organise our house much better!

My entire collection of Race Walking records were scanned and disposed; I updated most of my event databases and republished them on a single page on manxathletics.com; I have scanned selected parts of my late 70s and early 80s Athletics Weeklies and disposed of these and researched the history of the Isle of Man Marathon building a database in the process and added the regular use of Facebook to the publishing of manxathletics.com

Thursday, 8 May 2014

Commonwealth Games buzz

What a great day for the sport of athletics in the Isle of Man. Four track and field athletes have been chosen to represent the Isle of Man at the Commonwealth Games in Glasgow. We've had bigger athletics teams before but never four from track and field.

Its 56 years since the Isle of Man first sent athletes to the games and up to now only seven women have worn Manx vests. To add another three in one go is quite stunning.

You couldn't get away from the news about the Commonwealth Games today. It was well featured throughout the day on Manx Radio so when I drove past Mylchreests at about 5.30 pm and saw all sorts of frantic preparations, as the traffic moved nearly as slowly as the cars on the forecourt, I knew exactly what was happening. The Mylchreest family have long been supporters of the Commonwealth Games fundraising and their garage business was sponsoring the team announcement function.

I shall never forget the life changing opportunity taking part in the Commonwealth Games gave me.

I first got the qualifying time for the 30km walk in 1977 and was encouraged by some to try and make the team. In my own view, I was nowhere near ready for it and the qualifying standard was too soft. In any event, three others had the qualifying time and they were all faster than me.

Although mentally well prepared for the Parish Walk in 1978 I was only dabbling at the training. I only race walked once in the month leading up to my win although that was the 42 mile Plymouth to Dawlish. During that summer, whilst a student in Stoke, I was working for BRS for six months based in Manchester, as part of my industrial training.

For six weeks I worked in Preston travelling from Manchester on Monday morning and getting the train back on Friday evening. A lot happened in those six weeks.

I did the Manchester to Blackpool walk (50+ miles) and missed a turn in Preston of all places. I really struggled when I got back on course. It was just one race too many without training - my fifth race of 50km or more, including the Parish, in two months.

I got food poisoning which was entirely self inflicted. Instead of using my expense allowance to eat in the hotel I took some cooked sausages back one week and put them in my wardrobe to eat the next evening!

A week later my brother called me at work with my biggest ever shock  - our father had died of a heart attack.

It was the only year I entered the 100 mile walk but I pulled out. One night, as I walked alone through the streets of Preston whilst the Commonwealth Games were on in Canada, I decided I needed a purpose. I was going to represent the Isle of Man in the 1982 Commonwealth Games.

When I finished my studies and returned to the Isle of Man in late June 1979 the training started. At a silly pace. It coincided with the one and only time I performed a hard manual job for three months. I was a labourer assisting Kirk Michael builder Charlie Barker who was fully engaged working for Dougie Bolton employed at Whitehouse Farm and his offices in Mount Pleasant in Douglas. On one occasion after mixing cement Charlie asked: "Are you going to give me a paint brush to put it on with?" No wonder I have been office bound since!

Although pushing my body to the limit, within a month I had broken 5 hours for 50km for the first time despite doing the "double midnight." That meant taking the midnight sailing to Liverpool, hanging around in the city for several hours and taking the first train to Birmingham and on to Coventry. After walking 31 miles, the reverse journey saw me catch the overnight ferry back to Douglas and hitting my bed for the first time in 48 hours by about 6 am.

I'll try and cover the next two years quicker than those two days. I started to win races, I set a British record for 30km in February 1981 and represented Great Britain four times in 1981 and 1982 (Brighton, Valencia, Rome & Bielefeld).

1982 was a long hard season with the Commonwealth Games in Brisbane in October. I wanted more than the Commonwealth Games and I tried, but failed, to make the GB team for the European Championships too.

Selection for the Commonwealth Games was by that time a formality but there was a time at the end of August, I was so exhausted, that I almost withdrew.

I am so glad that I didn't. We had more than two weeks between arrival in Australia and my event and I got right back, into my stride, literally. Every other day, on my hard day and his easy day, I trained with the man who won the event, Welshman Steve Barry. On a couple of times Graham Young joined us and we were photographed by the press. I pretended I was beating Steve for the title!

  



I certainly didn't do everything perfectly. Although I continued to train hard I ate too much and a few drinks too. It was the first time I had chips for breakfast! There was so much food. I would have a light breakfast before training and then a full version when I got back. Rob Elliott, the Guernsey walker, joined me a few times on those full breakfasts.

It was on the day of the race that I realised that, even though there wasn't the depth of quality that there had been in some of my internationals, there was more pressure. The team manager produced cards, and telexes (does anyone remember them?) for me on the day of the race. On the start line at 7 am on 7 October it struck me that people back home were trying to follow me from the other side of the world.

It wasn't the highlight of my long friendship with Graham Young. Although we shared a room (with Robbie Lambie too) he was quite open that his main objective was to beat me. A walker from another country, who had been based in Britain for a couple of years, adopted different tactics to his normal blast from the gun. He passed me on the turn at half distance and said: "I told you you should start slower in this heat". I said nothing when I re-passed him 10km later. One of the English walkers, Paul Blagg, who was to break 4 hours for 50km, was never on the pace. 



In the photo (by my mother) I am ahead of a young Australian, Andrew Jackno, who became a star walker in the years ahead. But my regret was to loose out to the man I am alongside, Roger Mills, who I used to watch winning the AAA titles on TV,

I am sure that the people who finished behind me thought that they could have beaten me "if only." But I was sure that I could have done better. I had enough mental toughness to handle a fair amount of pressure but I did wonder if Roger's reputation got the better of me.

In the days following the 30km in Brisbane I made another decision as big as in Preston in 1978. I was going to make the team for the 1984 Olympics. I failed and less than a year after that I made the third big decision to affect my race walking. The heavy mileage which was not matched by a frame to support it, and much less by the capability to work on my weaknesses, saw me retire.

I've got plenty of Commonwealth Games stories to tell, if anyone is interested, but only a limited supply of photos.

The Commonwealth Games is no longer a part of my life. It was with a heavy heart that I passed on the ticket lottery that was going to include so many people who don't even know the length of the track, but I hope that those competing in the 2014 games will still be drawn by the buzz to write about their experience 32 years later.

And I hope that there will be even more entitled to tell their story in four years time.

Position


Name
Country
Result

1 - Gold
2:10:16 hours
2 - Silver
2:12:24 hours
3 - Bronze
2:14:56 hours
4
2:15:23 hours
5
2:17:02 hours
6
2:19:45 hours
7
2:21:54 hours
8
2:22:18 hours
9
2:24:15 hours
10
2:24:28 hours
11
2:26:07 hours
12
2:27:04 hours
13
2:30:42 hours
14
2:34:51 hours
15
2:37:37 hours
16
2:39:32 hours
17
2:50:54 hours
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Thursday, 1 May 2014

Videos keep rolling

Its more than 7 years since I first published a video on YouTube and I have amassed more than 500 now.

https://www.youtube.com/user/murraylambden

Its disproportionately time consuming compared to other website publishing - it only takes a minute to take the micky out of someone grimacing but it takes much longer to video a fell runner pulling that face in three places on a mountain rise.

To some extent the novelty of videoing has worn off and its more time consuming for the receiver than to stare at a couple of photos too.

But I keep at it with four more output between Good Friday and last Saturday.

I might take some of the new event in Peel tomorrow evening.

And I might keep bidding for more identical cameras on ebay. I bid twice last week but pulled out. I currently have four in working order and two broken.