I have just spent the day surrounded by complete and utter awesomeness.
I didn’t mean to. It just turned out that way.
My plan was to walk a little way along the Grand Union Canal, starting at Paddington, to see whether I could spot any ultra runners. I ended up walking the 12 miles from Paddington to Hamborough Tavern, where I stopped at Checkpoint 9 (mile 133). On the walk, I bagged three runners, James*, Kevin and David who went on to place 1st, 2nd and 3rd respectively, and while at the checkpoint, I netted a further clutch, including Marvellous Mimi, who had run the route in reverse first and so was on mile 278!
At which point, my phone battery died, and I hitched a lift back to Paddington (mile 145) to watch a goodly number of the same runners finish.
145 miles. On foot. In one stretch. How amazing are these runners?
So. My day (or at least the first bit before my battery died) in pictures.
*Who had covered 138 miles and still (a) smiled, (b) talked in coherent sentences, (c) recognised me out of context from a photograph and (d) went on to win. Impressive much?