Friday, 11 January 2013
Adding Insult to Injury
On Wednesday evening I joined the assembled runners in a local running group. I may have mentioned The Whippet before, there she was, all beautiful blonde petiteness and my heart sank. This would mean a fast pace. I asked one of the other woman if the group to our left was the next group down, she replied that it was but to stay with them, they wouldn't leave me behind. I was seriously contemplating reducing my ambition and moving to the slower paced group when my usual group took off. And I mean took off at high speed. I soon found myself not quite at the back of the pack but realising I should have jumped ship and now it was too late.
A slight incline and a loose lace put me right at the back and feeling very down. Come on head down, the first mile is always, always the worst. The group leader joined me at the back to check if I was the back runner, as if she needed to ask. A slight breather at the crossing of a roundabout but my decision was made, if they were going straight on at the next roundabout I was not.
Kindly, two other runners agreed to join me on a shorter route. We three took off and I very quickly knew I was just not able to do it. No matter how hard I tried, the quick start had finished me off. I was planning on taking the next left and heading back to my car. My new partners had other ideas and I feared they would not allow me to run back on my own and I did not wish to shorten their outing further so I dug in and tried to find an ounce of energy from somewhere. However by the next turning enough was enough and I left them to go through a short cut. They soon rejoined me as I was hobbling/jogging back to the start and the relief of horse power to get me home.
I limped through Thursday seemingly having pulled or strained my right thigh and calf. I was very downhearted about the whole episode. I have to resign myself to the fact that I have to join the next group down. This was not in my grand plan.
The insult? I wasn't needed for my usual Friday morning duties. No problem there, in fact very useful. However it would have been nice to have been in the loop instead of a forgotten team member who wouldn't have known anything about it had I not gone to speak to the team leader about my already done plans.
Is it not quite interesting that at the beginning of this very week a training day highlighted communication as an error requiring attention?
Have a great weekend.
Saturday, 5 January 2013
Ruffle Revival
My body clock is rebelling like it has never rebelled before. I cajole, encourage and argue with myself to get out of bed in the dark and gloom of this never ending winter. No matter how hard I try it is not natural to get out of bed accompanied by artificial light. I have no idea how I am going to get to work on time on Monday. A two week holiday is a joy at the beginning and a nightmare at the end.
However I have a date, I have already pushed our meet up time back half an hour and this is a very welcome compromise to our usual start time of 8 a.m. Eventually I leave the house, text Ali that I am on my way and and head in to town. Pausing at traffic lights I ponder the wiseness of the snug cocoon I have made my car. Warm air circulates my bare shins and keeps life in my icy fingers. I also note that 9 degrees is a perfectly acceptable if somewhat abnormal temperature for January and not really cold at all.
Ali jumps in and we decide to head for the canal. Hopefully the water from the parallel river is once more within it's own banks and that the tow path is not too slippy slidey with mud. This will be my second run of the year and Ali's third, but she tells me she has also been cycling and swimming this week, I think of the sitting, eating and socialising I have been doing and think I might struggle to keep up.
Between us we need two hands to list our ailments but we are both determined to exercise our way to perfect figures and health. We don't seem to have noticed that although we have been exercising for quite some time we don't appear to have made much progress with either body shape or fitness! We have however put the world to rights and continue to do so this morning. We huff and puff, run and shuffle, what we call ruffle for about 2.5 miles.
Today's ruffle was slow, we didn't go far, but we did it. We added more calories to the burned energy tally and best of all we felt good and had a good and much needed catch up. We are ready to start the day.
Wishing you all a happy and healthy weekend 8)
However I have a date, I have already pushed our meet up time back half an hour and this is a very welcome compromise to our usual start time of 8 a.m. Eventually I leave the house, text Ali that I am on my way and and head in to town. Pausing at traffic lights I ponder the wiseness of the snug cocoon I have made my car. Warm air circulates my bare shins and keeps life in my icy fingers. I also note that 9 degrees is a perfectly acceptable if somewhat abnormal temperature for January and not really cold at all.
Ali jumps in and we decide to head for the canal. Hopefully the water from the parallel river is once more within it's own banks and that the tow path is not too slippy slidey with mud. This will be my second run of the year and Ali's third, but she tells me she has also been cycling and swimming this week, I think of the sitting, eating and socialising I have been doing and think I might struggle to keep up.
Between us we need two hands to list our ailments but we are both determined to exercise our way to perfect figures and health. We don't seem to have noticed that although we have been exercising for quite some time we don't appear to have made much progress with either body shape or fitness! We have however put the world to rights and continue to do so this morning. We huff and puff, run and shuffle, what we call ruffle for about 2.5 miles.
Today's ruffle was slow, we didn't go far, but we did it. We added more calories to the burned energy tally and best of all we felt good and had a good and much needed catch up. We are ready to start the day.
Wishing you all a happy and healthy weekend 8)
Wednesday, 2 January 2013
Looking For Red
Once something is in writing it has to be seen through!
I joined in with a keeping fit thread on the Meniere's Disease Face Book group I am a member of. Promises were made to either start running, resume running, get back onto a treadmill and even to get out and cross country ski. My promise was to get back out and run on the second day of this new year.
Today was the day, I did not want to get up which was most inconvenient. Eventually, after breakfasting in bed and reading several chapters of my book I got into my running kit and spent the next couple of hours finding things to do rather than go outside with my ipod!
Finally, after checking into FB I was motivated to get going as several group members had either materialised their promises or were just about to. I selected a fairly short route and promised myself I would walk if the going was tough. The last few months I seem to have had endless ailments and dizzy spells and in a last ditch attempt to get well I had not been outside in the damp and cold for what felt like ages. My ipod shuffled to a decently speedy track and off I went. It was only a few moments before I was thinking the walking would be happening soon, I needed to think of a diversion for my brain as soon as possible.
My younger son gave me a beautiful book for Christmas, Life In Colour - National Geographic Photographs neatly organised in colour chapters. Photography is another hobby of mine and I was soon thinking about my next photography project. I am planning to take pictures focussing on specific colours starting with red. You may not be aware that I am just a tad OCD when it comes to choosing things. I couldn't for the life of me just randomly select any colour let alone my favourite colour which incidently is green. Oh no, when thinking about colours I always think of the rainbow order of the spectrum, hence red is my first project.
So there I was trudging through the soggy and muddy lane looking for red. I found the obvious, post box, phone box, vehicles, litter and a sprinkling of red leaves barely hanging on to the hedgerow, but I failed spectacularly in finding red in a less obvious guise. I've given myself the whole of January to hopefully find something a little more original, watch this space.
Looking for picture opportunities certainly eased my journey and I am delighted to report that I ran the whole way out and all the way back. I did slow down quite considerably from time to time but I didn't stop or walk. I am so glad that it wasn't as hard as I thought it might be and I think I might even be looking forward to my next outing.
I wish to publicly thank my fellow MDers for motivating me back out onto the road and I sincerely wish them all success with their chosen exercise. Come on girls MD will not win 8)
I joined in with a keeping fit thread on the Meniere's Disease Face Book group I am a member of. Promises were made to either start running, resume running, get back onto a treadmill and even to get out and cross country ski. My promise was to get back out and run on the second day of this new year.
Today was the day, I did not want to get up which was most inconvenient. Eventually, after breakfasting in bed and reading several chapters of my book I got into my running kit and spent the next couple of hours finding things to do rather than go outside with my ipod!
Finally, after checking into FB I was motivated to get going as several group members had either materialised their promises or were just about to. I selected a fairly short route and promised myself I would walk if the going was tough. The last few months I seem to have had endless ailments and dizzy spells and in a last ditch attempt to get well I had not been outside in the damp and cold for what felt like ages. My ipod shuffled to a decently speedy track and off I went. It was only a few moments before I was thinking the walking would be happening soon, I needed to think of a diversion for my brain as soon as possible.
My younger son gave me a beautiful book for Christmas, Life In Colour - National Geographic Photographs neatly organised in colour chapters. Photography is another hobby of mine and I was soon thinking about my next photography project. I am planning to take pictures focussing on specific colours starting with red. You may not be aware that I am just a tad OCD when it comes to choosing things. I couldn't for the life of me just randomly select any colour let alone my favourite colour which incidently is green. Oh no, when thinking about colours I always think of the rainbow order of the spectrum, hence red is my first project.
So there I was trudging through the soggy and muddy lane looking for red. I found the obvious, post box, phone box, vehicles, litter and a sprinkling of red leaves barely hanging on to the hedgerow, but I failed spectacularly in finding red in a less obvious guise. I've given myself the whole of January to hopefully find something a little more original, watch this space.
Looking for picture opportunities certainly eased my journey and I am delighted to report that I ran the whole way out and all the way back. I did slow down quite considerably from time to time but I didn't stop or walk. I am so glad that it wasn't as hard as I thought it might be and I think I might even be looking forward to my next outing.
I wish to publicly thank my fellow MDers for motivating me back out onto the road and I sincerely wish them all success with their chosen exercise. Come on girls MD will not win 8)
Sunday, 11 November 2012
Golden Wedding Celebrations
Yesterday my parents celebrated 50 years of marriage. A superb achievement don't you think?
We had a wonderful day. The Candlelight at Bishop's Wood once again served up an excellent buffet for 51 friends and relatives. Their service is second to none, the function room looked beautiful and to top it all we had brilliant sunshine streaming through the windows. It's always so lovely to have a family get together.
Back at Mum and Dads we put on some music and I kept turning it up but someone kept turning it down! I managed to persuade several friends to dance around the handbag! Abba apparently is not enjoyed by everybody but a mixture of Elvis, Roy Orbison and some good old traditional hits of the sixties encouraged participation. There were a few creaking hips and sore feet but we gave it our best shot!
Having told several friends during the day that, yes, I would be running on Sunday my wake up headache this morning had me thinking that maybe mixing Merlot and Prosecco and a gin or two hadn't been such a good idea! However my feet had recovered and I was able to walk in a straight line.
I waited until 2 o'clock before setting out. I promised myself a short outing and decided that focussing upon everything golden all around me would take away thoughts of the pain in my own hip and the fact that breathing was difficult! The sunshine was glorious although not warm. The many fallen leaves were slippery in places and there was very little traffic. I was very soon half way round and looking forward to my downhill all the way home section. A favourite piece of music helped me make the third kilometer my fastest section.
I actually enjoyed that run. I had been a little worried that having made it to the end of Stoptober (my hairdresser's name for not running during october) I might not get back into the running routine. The tightness of my waistbands mean I must get back into the running routine. After today's short but sweet outing I'm glad to say I am looking forward to my next run.
To all my married followers, keep up the good work, wedding anniversaries are great!
We had a wonderful day. The Candlelight at Bishop's Wood once again served up an excellent buffet for 51 friends and relatives. Their service is second to none, the function room looked beautiful and to top it all we had brilliant sunshine streaming through the windows. It's always so lovely to have a family get together.
Back at Mum and Dads we put on some music and I kept turning it up but someone kept turning it down! I managed to persuade several friends to dance around the handbag! Abba apparently is not enjoyed by everybody but a mixture of Elvis, Roy Orbison and some good old traditional hits of the sixties encouraged participation. There were a few creaking hips and sore feet but we gave it our best shot!
Having told several friends during the day that, yes, I would be running on Sunday my wake up headache this morning had me thinking that maybe mixing Merlot and Prosecco and a gin or two hadn't been such a good idea! However my feet had recovered and I was able to walk in a straight line.
I waited until 2 o'clock before setting out. I promised myself a short outing and decided that focussing upon everything golden all around me would take away thoughts of the pain in my own hip and the fact that breathing was difficult! The sunshine was glorious although not warm. The many fallen leaves were slippery in places and there was very little traffic. I was very soon half way round and looking forward to my downhill all the way home section. A favourite piece of music helped me make the third kilometer my fastest section.
I actually enjoyed that run. I had been a little worried that having made it to the end of Stoptober (my hairdresser's name for not running during october) I might not get back into the running routine. The tightness of my waistbands mean I must get back into the running routine. After today's short but sweet outing I'm glad to say I am looking forward to my next run.
To all my married followers, keep up the good work, wedding anniversaries are great!
Sunday, 4 November 2012
Driving In The Rain
This is my top wet weather tip for drivers:
When the road is wet, maybe there are puddles or even running water, kill your speed. Especially when you spot a high vis runner. Taking this action will prevent the runner from being sprayed in cold and dirty water.
Should you decide to take heed and be mindful for the comfort and safety of other road users this slowing action will gain you a thankful acknowledgement otherwise expect an angry fist wave and tirade of abuse.
Thank you.
When the road is wet, maybe there are puddles or even running water, kill your speed. Especially when you spot a high vis runner. Taking this action will prevent the runner from being sprayed in cold and dirty water.
Should you decide to take heed and be mindful for the comfort and safety of other road users this slowing action will gain you a thankful acknowledgement otherwise expect an angry fist wave and tirade of abuse.
Thank you.
Sunday, 14 October 2012
Proud of my Friend
I did not want to get out of bed, I did not want to go running. I lay in bed listening to the pouring rain secretly hoping it would rain all day. I kept checking my phone, no messages. I did not dare to send one myself.
I kept stalling, I would have breakfast first, I would finish the chapter of my book, the rain had stopped. Eventually I dressed. I was cold, long joggers, jacket, hat. I did not want to run. Still no messages. Pouring with rain again but apparently we still had a date. I wondered if the rain storm was just over my village and my lazy bones. Maybe Taunton had bright sunshine.
I stalled again, a visit to the loo, can't find my nike+, can't find my car keys. Now I'm going to be late. I don't want to go. I've already made our start time later and still I want to stay at home even though this option means chores. I text, I'm on my way, OK comes the reply. OK, I'll leave then.
I make a plan, I just need to say the words hot chocolate and she will melt, she wont resist, she'll agree it's a mighty fine idea, who wants to run on a morning like this. I should run, Ali will want to, I can't let her down. I don't want to. I want hot chocolate. I hope for red lights to delay my arrival. I'm cold too.
There she is, waiting in the rain. It is raining in Taunton. It feels like it's raining everywhere. I do not want to run. I say the magic words and Ali agrees, hot chocolate - a mighty fine idea. I turn the car, hang on Ali has a plan. Lets run along the river to McDonald's, have a hot chocolate and run back. OK I agree, she hasn't won yet, it's still raining. I'm still cold.
We park up. I'm not getting out in this I say. I actually don't mind running in the rain I just find it incredibly hard to set out in the rain. And, today I'm not going to. We sit and listen, contemplate, wait. We could just go for it she says. My jacket's not waterproof I reply. It wont be too bad once we've started she says. It just the getting started I reply. This is not my Ali. Hot chocolate I had suggested. She's choosing running. I have no money for hot chocolate says she, I do says I.
Come on, lets go for it she encourages. I get out. It has stopped. I can see blue followed by more grey. We run. I need to get going to get warm. We notice the river running high. We dodge the puddles, we slip through the mud. I am not happy. My trainers are filthy. I do not do this off road trail type stuff. We natter and put the world to rights. We meet and greet numerous dogs and their owners, cyclists, walkers and pram pushers. I begin to feel better.
We run a lot, we walk a little. We reach our compromise. We are soon inside enjoying hot chocolate and we are soon back out in the sunshine retracing our steps. We walk back. We feel great. My mood has lifted. I am so glad Ali is so strong. I am so glad she stuck to her plan and dragged me along.
Thank you Ali x
I kept stalling, I would have breakfast first, I would finish the chapter of my book, the rain had stopped. Eventually I dressed. I was cold, long joggers, jacket, hat. I did not want to run. Still no messages. Pouring with rain again but apparently we still had a date. I wondered if the rain storm was just over my village and my lazy bones. Maybe Taunton had bright sunshine.
I stalled again, a visit to the loo, can't find my nike+, can't find my car keys. Now I'm going to be late. I don't want to go. I've already made our start time later and still I want to stay at home even though this option means chores. I text, I'm on my way, OK comes the reply. OK, I'll leave then.
I make a plan, I just need to say the words hot chocolate and she will melt, she wont resist, she'll agree it's a mighty fine idea, who wants to run on a morning like this. I should run, Ali will want to, I can't let her down. I don't want to. I want hot chocolate. I hope for red lights to delay my arrival. I'm cold too.
There she is, waiting in the rain. It is raining in Taunton. It feels like it's raining everywhere. I do not want to run. I say the magic words and Ali agrees, hot chocolate - a mighty fine idea. I turn the car, hang on Ali has a plan. Lets run along the river to McDonald's, have a hot chocolate and run back. OK I agree, she hasn't won yet, it's still raining. I'm still cold.
We park up. I'm not getting out in this I say. I actually don't mind running in the rain I just find it incredibly hard to set out in the rain. And, today I'm not going to. We sit and listen, contemplate, wait. We could just go for it she says. My jacket's not waterproof I reply. It wont be too bad once we've started she says. It just the getting started I reply. This is not my Ali. Hot chocolate I had suggested. She's choosing running. I have no money for hot chocolate says she, I do says I.
Come on, lets go for it she encourages. I get out. It has stopped. I can see blue followed by more grey. We run. I need to get going to get warm. We notice the river running high. We dodge the puddles, we slip through the mud. I am not happy. My trainers are filthy. I do not do this off road trail type stuff. We natter and put the world to rights. We meet and greet numerous dogs and their owners, cyclists, walkers and pram pushers. I begin to feel better.
We run a lot, we walk a little. We reach our compromise. We are soon inside enjoying hot chocolate and we are soon back out in the sunshine retracing our steps. We walk back. We feel great. My mood has lifted. I am so glad Ali is so strong. I am so glad she stuck to her plan and dragged me along.
Thank you Ali x
Wednesday, 3 October 2012
Better Late Than Never
I am writing this with the biggest headache I think I have ever had. It has lasted for weeks, on and off. It started just before my son's wedding and I think the adrenaline from that staved it off for a few days before it returned with a vengeance. It didn't stop me from running on Sunday but it has delayed my writing of my blog and has stopped me from joining the running club this evening.
On Sunday I met up with my friend Fi to run in the Taunton 10K race. We both had the collywobbles, we knew we could do the distance but there is something quite unnerving about lining up at the start line with 648 other runners.
I got quite impatient waiting for the blast from the horn to send us on our way. I thought it might rain and I was cold, probably something to do with this bad head, so I had my jacket on and a hat, I regretted both by the time we were making our way up Chestnut Drive. The countdown began and the keen statisticians amongst us were paused over our various ipods, wrist watches and iphones to record hopefully our own personal bests.
With a loud hooting and hollering the crowd cheered us away from the start banner and as usual I found the pace far too quick and I was soon gasping for breath, I kept thinking any minute now Fi will be asking me if I'm OK, I don't think I would have been able to answer! I desperately wanted to rid myself of my heat retaining accoutrements but didn't dare slow down to deal with the problem. We were soon heading down Holway Hill and I was heartened by the fact that we did seem to be further up with the crowd than I have been in the past, this gave me great encouragement and worry, how on earth would I be able to keep up this pace? I so wanted to stride out down the hill but Tina's words of not going faster down the hills and letting the decline do all the work and to take it easy and rest up made me ease up. I'm always so tempted to just go hell for leather on the downhills, it's the only time I manage a decent speed!
Rounding the corner into Holway Avenue I began to feel this was going well but had to keep reminding myself that we were still quite some distance from home. I was delighted to reach Stoke Road in time to actually run in the road, in the past I've been so far back the pack I've been relegated to the pavement. My aim for next year popped into my head, maybe one time I would run along South Road thus avoiding the ups and downs of property drives that I detest so much. I doubt that will ever happen but I can dream.
An enormous cheer from Donna and Andy and then Jamie, Isla and Fin helped us along the next stage and I could already feel that Fi needed to be going at a faster pace than I was able to manage. She started to pull away from me as we neared the lane to Stoke and I reminded her that she must not wait for me. I tried desperately hard to stay with her and I kept her in my sight for at least the next 2K but gradually she started to pull away from me. I just kept thinking how hard the run was being. I know this route like the back of my hand and I tried to relax and enjoy myself. A young woman and her male partner just ahead of me kept slowing to a walk and for the rest of the run every time I managed to catch them during their slow stretches they then ran again and increased the gap once more.
Out through Haydon the traffic annoyed me, overtaking us on blind bends, too impatient to just wait and allow us our bit of road time. Surely they could see what was happening, after all there were plenty of marshals trying to keep us safe. I had now completely lost Fi from view.
There's no doubt about it, seeing people you know is such a great help, their words of encouragement are an enormous motivator. And then, complete strangers clap and cheer and get you up the hills and along the long stretches and keep you going when your legs are burning and your head is pounding. Every single word and clap from them is appreciated to the very bottom of my heart.
The last incline up and over the M5 for the second time and I suddenly spot a tall figure at the top that I'm sure I know. Once close enough I call across and ask if he had won. Sure enough, I haven't even finished and the winner is watching us lesser mortals stagger towards the end.
Once more I'm back onto Chestnut Drive, mustn't press too hard just yet, I always get such a sinking feeling when I take the next turning and realize I'm not quite so near to the finish as I think. My lovely husband is waiting to take pictures, bless him he managed to get 47 photos this year and most of them have both our heads and feet in!
Final stretch, my number and name is called over the tannoy, the buzz oh the buzz, I must sprint, the cheering, the clock, oh my, that's why this has been so hard, can I get there before 1hr and 8 minutes, I have never run so fast in all my life, except for maybe last year's sprint finish with Emmie! I pound towards the finish, the adrenaline pumping, coming through...
My time is recorded at 01:08:04
Just missed it, if only I hadn't walked that little bit, if only I had pelted down the hill, if only I had tried a little harder to stay with Fi.
Oh well, I guess that gives me a new goal for next year!
Fi finished a whole 4 minutes ahead of me, a very big well done to her. She has now suggested we take part in the Hestercombe Humdinger in February. I don't think so Mrs T, that, I think, is just a hill or two beyond my capabilities!
On Sunday I met up with my friend Fi to run in the Taunton 10K race. We both had the collywobbles, we knew we could do the distance but there is something quite unnerving about lining up at the start line with 648 other runners.
I got quite impatient waiting for the blast from the horn to send us on our way. I thought it might rain and I was cold, probably something to do with this bad head, so I had my jacket on and a hat, I regretted both by the time we were making our way up Chestnut Drive. The countdown began and the keen statisticians amongst us were paused over our various ipods, wrist watches and iphones to record hopefully our own personal bests.
With a loud hooting and hollering the crowd cheered us away from the start banner and as usual I found the pace far too quick and I was soon gasping for breath, I kept thinking any minute now Fi will be asking me if I'm OK, I don't think I would have been able to answer! I desperately wanted to rid myself of my heat retaining accoutrements but didn't dare slow down to deal with the problem. We were soon heading down Holway Hill and I was heartened by the fact that we did seem to be further up with the crowd than I have been in the past, this gave me great encouragement and worry, how on earth would I be able to keep up this pace? I so wanted to stride out down the hill but Tina's words of not going faster down the hills and letting the decline do all the work and to take it easy and rest up made me ease up. I'm always so tempted to just go hell for leather on the downhills, it's the only time I manage a decent speed!
Rounding the corner into Holway Avenue I began to feel this was going well but had to keep reminding myself that we were still quite some distance from home. I was delighted to reach Stoke Road in time to actually run in the road, in the past I've been so far back the pack I've been relegated to the pavement. My aim for next year popped into my head, maybe one time I would run along South Road thus avoiding the ups and downs of property drives that I detest so much. I doubt that will ever happen but I can dream.
An enormous cheer from Donna and Andy and then Jamie, Isla and Fin helped us along the next stage and I could already feel that Fi needed to be going at a faster pace than I was able to manage. She started to pull away from me as we neared the lane to Stoke and I reminded her that she must not wait for me. I tried desperately hard to stay with her and I kept her in my sight for at least the next 2K but gradually she started to pull away from me. I just kept thinking how hard the run was being. I know this route like the back of my hand and I tried to relax and enjoy myself. A young woman and her male partner just ahead of me kept slowing to a walk and for the rest of the run every time I managed to catch them during their slow stretches they then ran again and increased the gap once more.
Out through Haydon the traffic annoyed me, overtaking us on blind bends, too impatient to just wait and allow us our bit of road time. Surely they could see what was happening, after all there were plenty of marshals trying to keep us safe. I had now completely lost Fi from view.
There's no doubt about it, seeing people you know is such a great help, their words of encouragement are an enormous motivator. And then, complete strangers clap and cheer and get you up the hills and along the long stretches and keep you going when your legs are burning and your head is pounding. Every single word and clap from them is appreciated to the very bottom of my heart.
The last incline up and over the M5 for the second time and I suddenly spot a tall figure at the top that I'm sure I know. Once close enough I call across and ask if he had won. Sure enough, I haven't even finished and the winner is watching us lesser mortals stagger towards the end.
Once more I'm back onto Chestnut Drive, mustn't press too hard just yet, I always get such a sinking feeling when I take the next turning and realize I'm not quite so near to the finish as I think. My lovely husband is waiting to take pictures, bless him he managed to get 47 photos this year and most of them have both our heads and feet in!
Final stretch, my number and name is called over the tannoy, the buzz oh the buzz, I must sprint, the cheering, the clock, oh my, that's why this has been so hard, can I get there before 1hr and 8 minutes, I have never run so fast in all my life, except for maybe last year's sprint finish with Emmie! I pound towards the finish, the adrenaline pumping, coming through...
My time is recorded at 01:08:04
Just missed it, if only I hadn't walked that little bit, if only I had pelted down the hill, if only I had tried a little harder to stay with Fi.
Oh well, I guess that gives me a new goal for next year!
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