”why am I here”!! As soon as the start was sounded I was off, mindful of my age and the fact that I did not want to end up in Leighton with a hip replacement I took it easy on the slushy stuff underfoot. When I hit a nice dry patch I sang my mantra of Itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow dot bikini and was soon overtaking people. I had Lesley Cole in my sights – she was only 5 in front of me, if I could hang on to her I might just get under 43.
At 3 miles I spotted Paul Nicholls who shouted “ come on Jill – where’s Liz”!!!! Now either he was on the ale the night before or he needs glasses. Jill has curly blonde hair and is taller than little old me!!! Next I saw an old boy supporting a group G letter for NSRRA, so, I got my eyes in his back and went for it. It was cat and mouse then I passed another NSRRA letter ‘F’ again he chased me. I ran a bit faster and soon the ‘F’ was behind me. Lesley had moved up the field so I knew I would not catch her. On the last stretch home, I passed the old MMU car park and I thought I was flying, as I turned into the road, I hit more of the slushy stuff but I was determined to keep going, the end was in site. No sign of ‘F’ but lo and behold ‘G’ was just in front of me. Paul Nicholls shouted at me to move faster, so sorry “G” but I put on a sprint and got through the finish line in 44.30. Arrgh 2 minutes slower than last year but at least I finished it with all my limbs intact. Now off home for some nice hot chocolate. A big thank you to Paul for supporting the striders – the poor love came on his bike and he must have been frozen to the core.