I had an absolutely lovely time. 2:27. No, not that I'm wildly proud of being slow, but I have rarely enjoyed a race more.
Excellent company for the first six miles or so: Karen, aka Fat Girl Slim, two other first timers, with Glenn just ahead. We pottered along, having regular tea breaks at each mile marker. Having ascertained that I was likely to get round I stretched out a bit from 12 minute miling to 10/11 minute miling for the next 5 miles or so. Then things began giving out a bit: it was a question whether a muscle was going to fly up in intractible cramp or simply pull or whether I was going to get round before that happened. Every attempt to speed up was met by a threat from any one of about 18 muscles flying danger signals.
At 12 miles I met Elizabeth's Dad looking a bit as if he'd made aquaintance with the wall. We shared the last of my fruit gums, and his inimitable humour made the last mile for me a very short and enjoyable one, although I suspect he was suffering considerably.
The company was terrific. My Mr. and two of my sons were running (home in 1:42, 1:35 and 1:50 respectively) Elizabeth's brother (home in 1:35) as well as her Dad were running, as were father and son near neighbours to Elizabeth, three of the boys' school mates, and two from the sailing club, not to mention Glenn and Karen, all sporting Team Lizzie T-shirts, designed by Elizabeth herself.
The sailing club turned out to cheer, and popped up at all sorts of unlikely spots along the course which was very encouraging. It was also a lovely course for back-enders: at various points we ran past the speedier ones going the other way, who were all very friendly.
Tea and lots of cakes and pies at the sailing club after, and a hero's welcome.
What a day.
And we reckon CLIC will be in the order of 1,500 pounds better off for the effort. All of it in fives tens and twenties, some from people we don't even know.
What a day, and thank you all. Couldn't have possibly been better!