14th January The last one of 61
So thats the last one of being 61. and at times it felt like it might be my last one of any age. Having not slipped into lycra, (well not to run anyway) for almost 10 days, despite the sudden dip in temperatures tonight was now or never. It was the kind of damp cold night when one's breath came out in white clouds that hung heavy in the air, steaming up glasses and reducing visibility.
Six of us, plus Ernie the dog, made it to the start line with a couple of others unfortunatly getting delayed on route by traffic and so missed out on the mix of trails, ice, squelching mud and fallen trees blocking the path.
As per usual I brought up the rear of the field, partly because thats where I always am, partly because of feeling physically and mentally tired and partly because with a little under a week to go before I set off on my next jolly afloat, I really didn't want to end up in A&E.
And I wonder by this time next week just how far will I have got trying to drink my way through the rainbow / alphabet of cocktails???
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