Snow, sleet, early Sunday morning – yes it’s another of Robin and his merry band of marathoneers’ masochistic ‘fun’ runs. After the first two miles from Clapham Junction station the route is all along the Thames towpath so runners are free to run at their own pace, without the need to loop back. Damian is really hard – he must be. Shorts and shirt. Madness. Suzy had yet another new toy – her camelback drinking back pack type thing. I felt OK but had had enough by the time I got to Richmond. 11 miles was plenty for me. The wonderful Roy was wiating with clean and dry clothes at Richomd so I buggered off to McDonalds for breakfast, leaving the rest to battle on in the cold for hours longer. Thankfully for them – they only have 3 weeks of marathon training hell left.
PS – I’d just like to let everybody know that I am still drinking. Fear not – just been concentrating on red wine rather than beer lately. After my v drunken night in early March I’ve been behaving until it’s time to fall off the wagon again.
