Off on our bicycles to Richmond Park for the Human Race "Trick or
A cold and very misty morning in Richmond Park.
The modern witch has a smartphone and a walkie-talkie instead of a
broomstick and a cauldron.
They announce that for the warm-up, everyone will be doing the most
famous dance in the world. "Please, not Gangnam Style!" I think. But
no, they mean the dance from Michael Jackson's Thriller
video. Madame leads her class through the steps.
Here at the front, everybody joins in.
A bit further back, Pat and Amanda may be cackling like witches, but
their dignity - or something, anyway - forbids them to actually
And the race begins. It's not too clear in this small picture, but
the woman in the lead (who will go on to be the female winner) is
wearing headphones. She's far from the only one, despite the race
director announcing loudly and clearly several times that they're
banned on the course.
Here's our gels. Some people have made more of an effort to dress up
And off into the mist they go. It rather fits the spooky theme.
Amanda appears from the mist. I've put my camera with the big
telephoto lens back in the bag, because closeups of distant white
fog are not going to be much use. It's only a few moments from
somebody even becoming recognisable to them running past you.
Pat's right behind.
The fog certainly isn't lifting at all.
This is the 1k mark on the first lap, 6k on the second. While
waiting, I have seen slow runners - well, walkers - on their first
lap being passed by the leaders on their second. That means an
expected time of maybe three hours! Given that there are 5k and 2k
options available, it seems a bit odd to go for the 10 at that pace.
Cheering the runners on at the pumpkin station. There are several
themed cheering points around the race, but this is the only one I
And finally Amanda rounds the last corner for the Trick or Treat
She chooses the Trick.
Which apparently means having to put your hand in a bucket of green
The finishing straight for Pat.
Who prefers a treat!
As you can see, I have rather let the side down in costume terms.
Although Amanda had hers sorted well in advance, I'd been less
efficient. I was going to pick something up at the local party shop
on Saturday, but unfortunately most of the population of the Home
Counties seemed to have the same idea and the place was absolutely
heaving. Wimp that I am, I left them to it.
Until next time, then.