Last night, as I set my alarm clock for disgusting o’clock*, I confess to questioning my sanity. What sane person would voluntarily trek into Central London to run a 10k race? I was still questioning it at eight o’clock this morning, as I waited at The Hub in Regent’s Park, scanning the horizon for ‘athoners.
But after the race**, as the six of us (fortnight flo, plustenner, fairweather runner, cake of good hope, the magathon and me) sat in a cafe chatting (and eating), I realised that I am in fact perfectly sane. For what better way to spend a Sunday morning than in such fine company, company that I would not have met but for the ‘athons.
*Known by shazruns as a lie-in
**A sub-60 pb!!!!