Well, I'm back!
Cath, if I hadn't known that my absence would be noticed, I'd have been in bed with three children, two cats, one Sunday Times, a slab or two of chocolate, and...what else?...oh, yes, Mr V-rap, at 11am today. Or, more likely, out at church. But one can dream.
Think I've managed to lose Glenn on the M6 somewhere. Not surprised - I lost myself too when I missed the temporary turning on to Spaghetti and ended up detouring round the motorway network south of Brum while shoving the contents of my goody bag down my neck, more from frustration than hunger. Ah, well, after a race I suppose it's OK to have chocolate for lunch. Nearly broke my fangs on the horse brass, though.
I've posted a race report on Events. This one really brought home to me just how detrained I am now. My heart and lungs struggled for the first half and I was quite glad of the enforced single-file walking breaks. Then I got a cramp in the calf of my good leg and found running quite uncomfortable for a bit. The dousing in the river a mile from the end cured the cramp, and I was just getting into a rather slow stride when the finishing line loomed ahead. Not complaining - 72 minutes is about what I'd expected.
Glenn is even better looking than his photo (and I don't mean the lobster) suggests, and Slowboy...well, sorry SB, you're gorgeous, but I do have a soft spot for horses so your pic takes the honours.
Didn't need the hot water bottles or most of the spare clothes. I'll have to smarten up now because Kevin's schoolfriend is being confirmed later this afternoon and I promised that we'd go along to support her.
Really want to get back into training now. Hope the feeling lasts.