The gale arrives, or rather the rain arrives, in time for the race at midday. We both don Santa hats, something I’ve not done for a run before. L says I look more like an elf. Cheers. I wonder if all us elves have to run in a group together..
The race is under new management this year and they have
dedicated the race as a ‘testimonial’ to the guy who used to organise it. We
see him running the fun run before the main race, which is a relief. We don’t
want it to turn into a ‘memorial’ just yet.
The only change in organisation that I can see is that the 10k
is marked in miles this year. Pffff. Sacrilege.
I take the event very slowly and the knee is fine, on the
flat bits and even the uphills but I have to crawl down some of the downhills.
Funny thing is, I’d always had this run down as pretty flat in an undulating
sort of way. Funny how your perception can change when injured.
The result is my slowest ever 10k... 54:34. As L would say
shoot me now or lead me to the Old Peculiar.
