5 runners, 7 runners, then 3, then 5, then 3, then 4, then 3 again.
1 cider, 1 mulled wine
2 creme eggs
10 sudocremed toes
1 brilliant birthday
|Prior Preparation Prevents Pustulating Putrid Blisters|
On the 8th of December, I was 35. A new race age category. Scary stuff.
But birthdays are awesome. I bloody love birthdays. There’s presents and cake. But there could also be running ...
I decided to celebrate my birthday in a way I wouldn’t forget. 35 miles for 35 years.
The Coventry Way is a 40 mile circle of remote footpaths looping around Coventry. There is sheep poo, cow pats and mud aplenty. Stiles beyond counting. Silly amounts of kissing gates. And fields and fields and fields. It seemed a shame not to ...
|The Starting Five ...|
There was getting friends from the station, getting to the pub, getting muddy, getting cold, getting cider, getting the giggles at Lozza, getting hugs from Liz, getting support from Simon and Nick, getting lost, getting some sense and letting Richard navigate, getting some great training run ideas from Claudie, getting some headtorches and a crème egg from Simon ...
|You've been holding the map upside down, Sarah ...|
... And having a BRILLIANT birthday.
|Whaddaya mean they've closed our footpaths ...|
And just for the record I’m 35 years old not 43 ... but we got a bit lost and then decided we’d done most of the Coventry Way so we may as well carry on and finish it.
|7 miles in ... (Pic by Lozza)|
And we got to the pub just in time to get a round in. Win.
|The Final Three ... and drinks|