Another day at the races begins...
Don't put your daughter on the stage, Mrs Worthington, she'll only
get in the way of the race registration.
I'm quite a long way off, but there's one guy in the
Jerusalem-singing throng who's both loud enough to hear clearly over
the rest and is in tune!
Here they come up the slope. Ed Catmur is in the lead and as a
several-times previous winner of the event, he has to be a hot
favourite. But let's wait till the fat lady sings...
Aha, Ed's well out in front at Leith Hill tower.
Hang on?! Who the £$*"@? is that?? First lady and second
overall is only fifteen seconds behind, absolutely incredible! Later
we learn that she's Julia Bleasdale and she ran for Britain in the
2012 Olympics. At the half-way mark, she'll stop for a cup of tea
and a nice chat and catch up on her email (I exaggerate slightly,
but only slightly), before racing off again, overtaking Ed and
leaving the course record not so much broken as a splattered heap of
unrecognisable debris. Oh yeah, it's her first-ever marathon, too...
But that's the last we'll see of her as I concentrate on mere
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes.
They look happy!
Nicky dispenses food and drink, Grant stands firm so that anybody
who forgets to stop will bounce off him.
Another happy person! Does he realise he's now got to turn round and
do the whole thing again?
Maybe Nicky's put something in the crisps...
No crisps for Amanda, though. SIS gel and a flapjack, the perfect
If you look carefully, you can just see a figure at the right hand
edge of the frame. This is a cyclist that Sarah has just had a bit
of a snog with. I asked her to go back and do it again for the
camera, but she didn't want to compromise her pace any further. (I
gather that he was her boyfriend, she doesn't have a kink for
snogging random cyclists.)
Wearing a South African flag like a superhero's cape. Presumably he was
planning to fly over the mud in Wolverns Lane, but there isn't any.
What? Wolverns Lane dry? How can this be?!
Looking down from The Nower through a short cut to the finishing
I take the short cut, but only for the sake of photographic
And maybe not in the same league as Ms Bleasdale, but a Greensand PB
for Amanda, so she's pretty pleased.
Rob's probably only had about twenty minutes' sleep the whole
weekend, but he's still perky.
Showing off the spoils of victory.
And finally, just for a little additional context, your humble
scribe and some genuine Greensand rocks (from the Natural History
Museum of Malta, not Surrey, but don't tell anybody!)