[UPDATED November 7th, 2018 at 05:05 pm]
This report has a plethora of ‘P’s (and pees). If the reader finds this problematic then please proceed to the penultimate paragraph where the positions will be posted.
Six Harriers, accompanied by two supporters, pootled off by plane to Porto, Portugal’s second city for the annual Autumn marathon tour. Preparations were partial at best and possibly minimal for some, with one Harrier in particular purporting to have only practiced two runs in the past four weeks. Prizes and personal bests were put out of mind and were out of sight.
So belatedly to report on my run at this years Abingdon Marathon, at which it appears I was the only harrier taking part. I would like to start with how the perfect still, cool and dry autumn morning dawned which was the case, but unfortunately I had suffered from an entire week of disturbed and minimal sleep compounded by being kept awake almost the whole preceding night to the marathon by a very noisy hotel boiler.
In my over tired lethargy I was very slow to get up and breakfast took much longer than normal – partly due to the complete lack of high fibre cereal options. On reaching the official car park I realised it was too far to the start line and I therefore parked much nearer on a residential road. Then an irate and maniacal local resident came out of his door and started abusing me and another lady for daring to park on his personal roadway (it wasn’t ) but due to his threats I wasted more time moving my car before then joining the queue for the toilets.
For some reason, Rosie nominated me to do the race report for yesterday’s Great South Run. In summary – it was hot!! We would both rather have been sitting in deckchairs by the sea rather than running in them. Even our loyal supporters George and Bob were complaining that they were too hot!!
Despite personally having a shocker of a race this time, it is still one to be recommended – great support (and not just from George and Bob), an interesting course, and we have now sussed out places to park for free and where to wait at the start with no loo queues.
…went with Mo to Chicago.
Sadly that’s where this part of the story ends, as we all know Sir Mo left us for dead and went on to win his first marathon, set a PB and new European record.