Iβm back from my weekend of fun n games in lovely Lincs. I had a massive sleep last night and feel much better for it. I canβt believe how tiring it was. I must be getting old π΅π»
I ran the 1k kids race before the main event. All kids must be accompanied by a responsible adult. Who me? π. On the starting line my young charge was read the riot act by his dad. You must not do this, that and the other. He yawned as we got set, ready and go π§¨. His rapid departure left me stranded, with a thousand or so screaming kids, leaving their footprints on my back as they trampled me underfoot π³π«£. My lad zig-zagged across the narrow, speed-humped filled road, mounting the pavement and careening around the first bend, disappearing rapidly with me trying desperately to keep up. Fat chance! He was gone in 60 seconds. I had to stop briefly to catch my breath as I thought I might have a coronary π€π₯΅ Moving swiftly on I narrowed my eyes trying to catch a glimpse of him, and hoping he might slow up. Surely heβll fade soon π€·ββοΈ He didnβt, and the last I saw of him he was on the final straight before the bend towards the finish. He was done in under 4 minutes but I did manage a respectable 5 minute something π₯΅πββοΈ π
He got a medal, banana and water π I got to catch my breath before the next event π
The little lad who won logged a time of 3 minutes something?
I think I need to drop a few pounds to up my game for next year. If theyβre not bored of running by then π