at the club to actually carry out this handicap race. On arrival the organisers Catherine and Clare had began cooking bacon for bacon rolls. I’m not sure if they knew, but I think they thought that having a club smelling of gorgeous bacon on a Sunday morning might make people run back faster to sample said bacon, a ploy sadly in my case that would not work, but in the case of Martin, Giles and Mr Pepper seemed to work just fine.
As I continued, I couldn’t help think how lonely I was. I was putting in some decent times (for me) and clocking up about 9-20 MM. As I reached the end of mile 1, I looked around and there was no one in sight. I carried out this tactic for the next 4.5 miles quietly laughing to myself and planning whether to have red or brown sauce on my Bacon buttie along with eating an extra one or two whilst I awaited the others.
Till next time, The Chester Marathon in 2 weeks!!! EEK