or otherwise known in the shazruns household as ‘the run that started the madness’ or ‘the Shirley memorial run’.
Madam and I have done Race for Life in Chelmsford and Colchester, but today was to be our first in Devon. The venue did not excite me-Westpoint-also home of the Devon County show, so basically a big undulating field. The atmosphere as ever was emotionally charged with most people running for a personal reason many with signs on their backs paying tribute to someone dear to them, mine said ‘For shirley with fond memories’ and madam’s said ‘For Dad, who has beaten it’, I always spend the run with a lump in my throat and today was no different. I think the one that hit me the most was a young girl running for her Dad who died in 2008 and was born the same year as me, kind of makes you realise how lucky you are and you should really stop sweating the small stuff.
The weather was against us, we sat and froze the hour before the run, then the minute the run started the sun came out and boy did it heat up quick. At times the grass was long and tufty, the worse kind of running surface and there was absolutely NO SHADE, Madam suffered a bit with the heat, but still managed to romp home before me in a time under 29 minutes. Despite me continually saying this was not a race, we both strove to do our best.
Disappointment at the end with the lack on of a bag which Madam had been looking forward to receiving and I could not face the Pain au Chocolat the Army cadet tried to give me, but madam made light work of hers.
Two medals in one weekend that is almost as good as Mo Farah.
The afternoon was spent pressure washing the conservatory and if you ever find yourself doing the same, please mind your fingers they don’t take well to being pressure washed!
That is it Juneathon done. Tomorrow is the start of my half marathon plan, but think I might make Monday a rest day!