Okay, so I got through the Sarsen Trail Neolithic Marathon (Avebury to Stonehenge) on Sunday in my worst ever time by some margin (4:08) - there were plenty of hills but I think the miles and miles of flinty paths were so tough on feet/knees/hips that in the end I wasn't that unhappy with the time it took - and as only one person finished under 3 hours and 2nd place was 3:19 it must have been a bit tougher than I expected.
My lovely wife had been waiting at the finish since the winner came through and very kindly told me that I was probably the oldest person she had seen cross the line
I'm still broken - 2 miles last night and 3 tonight were still pretty painful, but no real damage so I'll hopefully be up for a bit of hill training by Sunday, by which time about 30 pints of lager & cider should have flushed the pain out of my quads.
Sorry to hear your news GFB - our weekends are full of transporting my dad in and out of hospital at the moment - when we're not dragging Mova's mum out in a wheelchair so she can moan about things that haven't happened (er, I might be getting "care fatigue" here )
On a less mundane note, the ACTUAL Cliff Thorburn was practicing in my club tonight. Luckily I was playing darts, so I didn't get to risk total humiliation on the snooker table.