There Were Some Buses (Again)…
Back on the bus, some with our stuff, some with stuff on another bus, but it seemed to work. We ran in the heat; sweating and swearing (some more then others). We stalked runners, yelled at them and flung open sliding bus doors, handing water to complete strangers and scaring the %^& out of them. We were positive, “come on”, “you can do it”, “keep going”, knowing that when they were out of earshot they were just proper f***ed.

The team ran their socks off; I didn’t wear any so can’t comment. Some marshalled not knowing what they were doing but looking professional in a yellow bin bag. The fact there was no body count, it is presumed all runners made it safely to their destination.

We all got back on the bus with our stuff (don’t know what bus and if we had our stuff on the bus) but we do know we will never ride the bus again!

That is the REAL lowdown on the weekend, but the other one, which is also very real is how much a large handful of people can TALK about running incessantly, then RUNNING, then probably DREAMING about running, then WATCHING runners and then, oh I don’t know, perhaps RUNNING again! (And I will point out that I am WRITING -you guessed it -about running!). And they are a great bunch of people and it was lovely to share my love of running with all of them. Thank you.

An outstanding time made possible by Julie and Sam and Donna and all who sang for Louise and my birthday (you can’t sing BTW – stick to running) and to Louise who transported that cake around the whole weekend in the back of hot buses – if there is any left perhaps we can keep for the next years birthday!?

Thanks again SWRR, you really know how to RUN a great event (but not drive a bus!).