Brian Hughes


Brian Hughes was the first local, long-distance runner I heard of as a child in the early 80s – my mum told us that her work mate’s husband ran marathons! He would train every evening, setting off along Hatton Hill Road for a “long” run, sometimes joined by one of his daughters on her bike. It sounded gruelling but inspiring too. As a teenager I remember meeting him at a cross-country run in Croxteth Park, he must have already been in the V50 category. We wore the red-hooped running vest back then.

Some 23 years ago, before turning sixty, he suffered a major heart attack while taking part in a fell race. It caused him to have to take early retirement from his job as a customs and excise inspector. But stoic and determined to keep busy, he took up a new job as a lollipop man (from which he retired just a couple of years ago, at the age of eighty!). He also became skilled in the craft of wood turning and began learning French. And, to the amazement of the cardiologists who would attend him over the years at his regular hospital check-ups, he would not be forced to hang up his running shoes. Albeit at a reduced mileage, he returned to his daily routine of donning his running gear and heading off along Hatton Hill Road. He loved the countryside and participated again in the odd fell run (the photograph shows him in the 2008 Flower Scar Fell Race). A quiet, modest and caring man, I am grateful to him for his messages of support after I suffered a leg injury in a car accident – they were a motivation to me to get out and do some kind of running again, for the simple pursuit of keeping fit and enjoying the outdoors.
Last week Brian set off along Hatton Hill Road for what would be his last run. His discipline, stoicism and passion for running, in the face of life’s adversities, will continue to provide inspiration to me for years to come.
Peter Normile

Brian Hughes

Brian Hughes

 

One Response to Brian Hughes

  1. Charles Gains April 25, 2020 at 11:36 am #

    Thanks Peter for this excellent tribute.

    Brian was part of a large contingent of `North-enders’ all born pre-Second World War and from the same sort of working class backgrounds. Ken Beisty lovingly re- created this describing his childhood in Bootle in `Reflections of a Runner’. Although there were similarities they were all markedly different, even eccentric. One thinks of Sid Black, Sammy McIvor, Gerry Brady, Joe McAloon, Billy Feury, the list goes on. All unforgettable `characters’.

    Brian may well have been the last of this gang and their likes will surely never be seen again. The sport is markedly different now. They had nicknames for each other I cannot recall but if there was one for Brian it could well have been The Quiet Man. Unobtrusive he nevertheless frequently interjected with observations that demonstrated the thinking of a sharp, reflective mind.

    His sheer love of running he carried to the end. Distance guys of long standing will all reciprocate this feeling and share the comradeship it brings. Somewhere I like to think the North-enders are gathering, exchanging one-liners and planning some long group run that takes in a hill or two so they can test each other…always that edge of competitiveness it goes without saying.

    It was good knowing you, Brian.