The Turkey has been complaining that I haven't posted my time yet. I have been waiting for the official results, which yes, have put me a full eight seconds faster than the Turkey would have had me believe! Final result 56.54 and a new PB by 4.25. Turkey will of course have to take some of the credit, although if I'd had the energy his neck would have been wrung on more than one occassion..."just catch those girls in front" or "how about overtaking the pudding". He clearly didn't recognise I was going as fast as I could!! Now I know what he meant when we got married and he promised to "love and to perish!"- he nearly got his way.
OK, for two years I've been a "running" widow (or perhaps that should be non-running), so I know the form. Pre-race you eat lots of pasta, rest and certainly don't drink alcohol. So my pacer, Turkey Head (AKA 70 minutes)is not entering into the spirit of things. He's sat drinking wine as I type and went for a two hour run this morning! He clearly thinks pacing me is akin to a walk in the park. And... he won't let me put tinsel round my number!!! Are these grounds for divorce?