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Ethos

Our Philosophy.

A Contender can be anybody from The Butcher, The Baker and The Candle stick maker, meaning just about everybody under the sun can be a Contender at Contender Fest.

Contender Fest is not just about running and jumping, this festival is an opportunity for everyone to shine if they want to, from dance performances, expert demonstrations, to food vendors and our Craft Village and so much more, even children need a stage to shine and Contender Fest has one, just for them.

Our core values focuses on being accepting, of each child, young person or adult. We are all unique individuals.

Yes we provide a place for some competition but remember the only true person we need to compete with is ourselves.

We believe that, in order to be an outstanding Contender/person. A Contender, understands that it’s not just about their individual needs but give great consideration to those around them and this must lie at the heart of everything we do.

Our principles are based on:

  • Quality of care for self and others
  • Giving “IT” your best shot
  • Optimism – (After 2020 we need it)
  • Passion – (This is what you will taste, see and hear, question is will you feel it?)
  • Commitment – (To learning, and growing, with our attendees, to give them the best)

Rudyard Kipling’s poem “If-“ Is an inspirational poem that provides advice on how one should live one’s life, the poem talks about the twists and turns we might face along our journey, the poem gives the feeling of uncertainty as nothing is guaranteed but at the same time gives just enough hope and ONE day, will come and you will be the best you! A Contender (Man/women/They)

If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Contender!, my…!