“We’re LATE!” I barked, it was like that
scene in four weddings and a funeral, and then eschewed expletives that frankly
don’t deserve a place on a charity newsletter. “We’re not going to ******* make
it! And I know you’re drunk” yes, this dear readers is what happens when you do
events with your friends. Late, lost and driving with two hungover ‘friends’
this was my induction to 12in12 event numero uno.
After much frantic calling between myself
and (super) star Katie who obviously was well organised and already at the
event, she managed to persuade the registration people to stay open for little
ol’ late me.
We made it! Grabbed race chip and bolted to
start line where some serious looking duathloners were foaming at the mouth to
get going. “erm…we’re meant to do the 10k” I meekly said to the autharitive
looking Human Race employee. ‘”Ha, they’ve gone!” was the response. Luckily, he
said we could also go and bam we went.
Surrounded by stunning countryside I
commented to Bessie Mate, something to regret later, “not that difficult/don’t
know why the race is called Wildm…” then I saw hills, hills and guess what dear
reader? More bleeding hills. It hurt. A. Lot. The scenery was stunning and due
to starting the race 15min late the three of us were running on our own in this
little piece of wilderness. Nothing but your own thoughts whirring around on
the reasons for running this, the things I want to achieve for HOPEHIV and how
greatful I am to be doing this in a team of 12in12ers and wonderful mates that
don’t mind being dragged along.
After the race I was thankful for flat
ground, two days later and I’m hungry for more hills! I think prayer will be
answered in the shape of my next event Hell in the Middle. For this I’m going
to make it to the start on time.
