This is the full account of my request to Tommy Brannon to contribute an article to the ‘Poly Patter’ bulletin I am producing. It seemed fitting to pick Tommy as the first to be a subject of ‘Focus On’ as he had just picked up a couple of awards at the presentation night, he is the Grand Prix course record holder and he won the Heaton 10k on Sunday 14th November. His enthusiasm is such that the full article is too big for the bulletin but it certainly warrants a publication.

 
STEVE CLARK

polypress@fsmail.net

 

 Focus on Tommy Brannon

 

Full name: Thomas Alan (a.k.a. Tommy) Brannon
D.O.B. 30th August 1967

(Rolf Harris was No.1 with Two little Boys that Christmas!)
Height: 5ft 10 (1.78m)
Weight: 10 stone

When did I start running?

When I was really young my Dad and elder brother used to go fishing up near Ovingham. One weekend during the summer holidays mum took me, my elder sister and younger brother up to see them. We had to get the train to Newcastle and from Central station get another train to Ovingham. I had never been away before so it was all very exciting. Anyway, after we met my Dad and brother by the river we all walked into town. There was a festival on with market stalls and handicap races.

I think I ran in the under 9's and after getting through the heats I eventually finished third in the final and won a medal. I still have it. Later the same day, everyone was invited to run round the field with Christina Boxer (UK and Commonwealth 1500m Championship). After getting permission to join in I was off. I think that was the moment when the bug set in. Of course, it wasn't until I was in high school and we had to do cross-country (around the school football pitches) once a week that I realized I had a knack for it.

I wasn't anything special until maybe thirteen and I started to compete against another lad (Keith Middleton) for the course record (previously held by another former NSPoly club member Alan Cappleman). Keith used to run the two laps of the playing field on the Tuesday and I used to do it on the Thursday. I guess that's when I became competitive. He always beat me in the final Team Championship race though. His dad, Eddie encouraged me to come to the Club. Keith was a sprinter (100m and 200m) and Eddie knew that I wasn't so he put me with Dave Scanlon and Dave sent me out with Gilbert, Alistair, Kenneth and Audra.

After a short time I was sent to train with Tommy Anderson's group which contained John Fail, Martin Frost, Simon Frost, Paul Fail and Eddie Irwin - lads older than me with the exception of Paul Fail. They were really fast and even though only Paul was my age he was just awesome. Training with them really educated me to what it was all about.

Why did I take up running again?

Running to me is like breathing. It's part of who I am. When I left North Shields in 1990 to go to university I still kept my running up. Unfortunately I wasn't based near any running clubs in Hull so the competitive edge was lost. Then when I moved to Manchester in 1995 I went to a physiotherapist for treatment on my knee. However, the exercises that were supposed to strengthen my quad and knee muscles actually tore the muscles on both sides of my groin. Consequently, I could not run without pain so I stopped.

It wasn't until I entered training for my current job and shared a flat with a keen fell runner in 1999 that my desire to start running again commenced. However, the old injuries kept returning plus the extra weight I was carrying did not help. I remember sitting on the side of a hill in Sedbergh (pronounced SeDba) with my cousin Lynn and saying 'I want to go home, start running again and see how good I can be'.

When I came home in June 2001 I tried to run but again the knees began to hurt, but instead of going to a physiotherapist I went to see an osteopath. After six months of treatment I began running and people like Ray Doyle and others always made supporting comments. But without the constant nagging and encouragement of Steve Gilroy I'm not sure how far I would have got.

My favorite race

I have had so many highs. Many have involved breaking club records at Junior and Senior level - especially the Clive Cookson race when I finished third behind Gary Nagel and Chris Naisbit and broke the club record by thirty seconds ( I still didn't win the sealed handicap though!!) . According to my mum, she and my dad were out shopping in North Shields and as the result came over the radio and my dad shouted to everyone in the shop - "that's my son!" Of course, he did not say anything to me when I got in after the race.

Winning the North Eastern 800m title has to be up there, too. I still have the race on video-tape. On it one can hear Eddie Middleton and David Quinn, both great supporters, talking about me and Eddie saying "go out now man, go on" followed by Dave's voice saying "he's afraid of Jamesy, man". The thing is, I'm a racer not a time-trialist. Other competitors pull me to fast times. I just hang on as long as I can and hope that gets me to two hundred metres from the finish line then I'm on my own. I can go from there.

And of course, Sunday will always be remembered. Winning the Heaton Harriers Memorial Road Race was an amazing feeling. It's such an historic race with some great athletes the ilk of Mike McLeod, Don Speight, the Hudspith's, Steve Cram and so forth all having won it in the past. That can never be taken away from me.

But I suppose the one that most club members know me for is the one I can least remember. May be that is because it wasn't a race as such but more of a time-trial. Of course, I am referring to the Alan Catley inspired Grand Prix. Without Alan, I dare say most club athletes would have no idea of my past. But the record has stood now for some sixteen years. It was set on the very first run of something that has become the back-bone of many club athletes’ winter training sessions. It is great to see that the organizers have developed the holistic approach and allowed athletes from other clubs to enter the event. It reinforces Jimmy Alder, the godfather of North-East distance runnings' view, that North Shields Polytechnic is a friendly club and it is an honour to be part of its history.

My favourite training runs

I'm a bit of a work-horse really. I am not supportive of the 'no pain, no gain' ideology but I do agree that hard work is the foundation of all future performance. Without pushing oneself in training how can one carry it through in races. That is not to say that I'm sick after every training session or completely drained. That would be counter-productive. Everyone needs rest days. Whether that incorporates steady runs or days-off is up to the individual or the coach, (preferably by agreement between both).

Hill sessions and fartlek runs have always produced that dig-deep sensation. Knowing that I am pushing my body really hard gives me that sickly buzz within me. In the days of training with Peter Saint it used to be the nine-mile fartlek session round Earsdon, Shiremoor, Formica, down Beach Road and back along the Broadway or the hill sessions on Tynemouth sand dunes and St Georges' steps.

Now that I'm back training with George Seber at Stakeford I guess it's the continuous hill running that gets me going. It's odd really because everyone who goes there has the impression that it is this fantastic place with up to the minute facilities. It's not. I remember when Lorain and Catherine came up. It was like: 'is this it?' But the greatness of the place is not what it looks like, it's the sensations one gets from training there that makes it special.  

My sporting heroes

If I was asked that question twenty-years ago the answer would have been Alf Tupper (The Tough of the Track, 'Roy of the Rovers') and Seb Coe. Now, my perspective is different. I'd like to think that I'm not as arrogant as I used to be. That I am much more humble and grateful for the opportunities and rewards running has given me.

I see people running everyday. Some of whom will never win a race, but they train hard and compete against themselves. That inspires me. When I came back to running in January 2002 lots of people supported me. John Brown, Ian Richardson and Mick Golightly allowed me to train with them for a while. Ron Stewart put me through my first winter and I'll always be grateful to Ron for that.

But sporting heroes can come from anywhere. Ellen McCarthy's solo sailing round the world, Frank Bruno taking on Mike Tyson and (similar to Henry Cooper fighting Muhammad Ali) nearly winning. Watching Brian Jack, Kevin Keegan, Lynn Davies, David Hemmery or Brian Hooper during the TV series Superstars; Harold Abrahams and Eric Liddle (Chariots of Fire). But I guess above all of these it has to be Sir Steve Redgrave, who for twenty-years lived and worked his dream. Yet he was magnanimous enough to acknowledge that without the support of those around him he would not be regarded as the greatest oarsman ever to have entered a boat.

Weekly average mileage

Since returning to running I have become very superstitious about things. I no longer plan ahead as much as I used to and I don't keep a diary of training sessions. George does all that. At a guess I would say that I average fifty miles per week.  Honestly have no idea and it makes me apprehensive even to think about it. I just turn up, George says: 'okay five laps, off you go' and that's it.

Personal Best's

200m -                  23.9
400m -                  49.4
800m -               1.49.2 (unofficially) 1.50.02 (officially)
1500m -             3.46.7
3000m -             8.23.0

Grand Prix - 17.24
Clive Cookson (5.25 miles) 24.45
10 mile - 50.09
Half Marathon - 1hr 07. 20 seconds

Thanks for this opportunity,

Tommy