Hi, I was woken from a lovely sleep yesterday morning, having traveled for 16 hours in a coach down from Scotland. Looking out of my window, there is my Vicar, “you doing the Park Run” ‘oh dear lord’, it YES, before I have time to think about it. He is 10 years older than me.
My hip is not sound at the moment, I need Chiropractic treatment! ( I work in the care industry[say no more]).
So off I go this morning, I knew I just needed to finish. I knew I was slow, just uncomfortable running. After he has completed his 5 k he comes to find me, and runs with me home. It wasn’t really the hand of God, but it helped. I could just about crawl back to the car!
Thank you.
Not my worst run, but 3 mins off my best.
Must get myself fit before next week.
There is hope for me!