Strange morning on Saturday. I was running late for RPTT and found myself having to start the race long after everyone else had set off. On the first bend, alongside the road, I was dazzled by a thick blinding haze. I just had to stop, I couldn’t see a thing but I knew there were cars around me somewhere honking their horns in warning. In classic primary school literary styling I opened my eyes at this point, finding myself still in bed, blinded by the fake sunrise clock and with a growing awareness of the alarm that had been beeping for the last 30 mins.
Not a grand start to the weekend and as October seems to be a month of events with precious little training I can’t afford to miss organised runs this easily. I’ve had to resort to creating my own imaginary or virtual events just clock up a few miles over the autumn.
Sunday saw me completing the final 6 miles of the Cape Cod marathon in support of No Wetsuit Girl who was running the event on a rather heroic whim. I didn’t actually fly out to MA so I had to recreate my very own Cape Cod conditions here in Barnes. Cape Cod sounds like a wet and watery place and I wasn’t let down by the weather conditions here – how grim! I struggled my way around the Chiswick and Hammersmith Bridge loop of the Thames, contenting myself with the knowledge that NWG would be having a far tougher time than I was.
Seems I was wrong though – she had a stonking time of it, securing a pb and I’m sure a sense of invulnerability that will see her setting ever greater challenges for the future.
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Now let’s not get carried away! I wouldn’t say I was having a “stonking” (whatever that means) time. Thanks for being out there with me though, you kept me from falling to pieces out there. Some day we’ll have to actually do a real race together, even if it’s a potato sack race in Greenland.
I love your sports track pictures. They are amazing to me – as mine are to you, I guess. How cool to run along the Thames. Sounds exotic compared to Australia. If I ever get to London, you’ll have to take me for a run so Percy can make his own picture.
I love the idea of virtualised events.