A record 314 runners turned up to do Killerton parkrun and of course Madam and I were amongst them.
As we headed to the start, we were asked by a volunteer if we were expecting a t-shirt, I replied that I had only earned it last week so would not be there yet. She asked for my name and then produced the t-shirt that I have run 155 miles, 250 kilometres for, through wind, rain, heat, cold, up hills, down hills, up hills, up hills oh and up hills, though mud, sloppy mud, gooey mud, squelchy mud, slippy mud, boggy mud, on long grasss, short grass, hard grass, bouncy grass, along paths through forests, paths along a sea front, paths through a city of London Park, paths by a river and paths through farms. Some have been good runs, some have been slow runs, some I have been the tail runner for, others I have marshalled. There have been those that I have beaten madam and those that she has beaten me. My best position in the field has been 36 and best gender position has been 12th (can only think that al the ladies stayed away that week!) Even when they have not gone to plan and the weather and condition’s underfoot have been less than ideal I can honestly say I have enjoyed each of the 50.
The lovely red shirt was put on within seconds, clashing terribly with the purple one I had underneath.
Now I know a majority of you lovely readers would have seem your fair share of 50 t-shirts, and some will already have their own, but this one is special. Look carefully. Can you see it? This one has magic powers. You see it got me round with a PB. Not only was it a PB, but a PB by a whole 1 minute 16 seconds! I have no idea how I did that, I can only assume that the shirt has wings!