...And I suppose metaphorically speaking, she must be Katherine
Parr, as the one who survived...
The Hampton Court Palace Half Marathon.
Now this is not strictly against Doctor's orders, but Doctor is
definitely a touch nervous. As Doctor's Vicar on Earth, I'm nervous
too, but the weather is just about ok, though not great, and
"no dear" will not go down well[*] so the inaugural Hampton Court
Palace Half Marathon is on.
Milling about on a field at the start; but with a rather more exotic
background than most fields have to offer.
Now I appreciate that maybe the organisers haven't provided
everybody with their own branded hi-vis vests, but you do have to
wonder about "Horizon:51 Unmanned Aircraft Systems".
'Enery is sensibly staying under cover before he has to get out and
start the race.
Off she goes!
Here, she's rounded the first bend, nearly a quarter of a mile done
and only the best part of thirteen to go!
First guy is pretty much in a race of his own; number two isn't even
First lady is bloody fast too; at this point she's fourth overall
but will go on to overtake one of the men and finish third!
Amanda is a bit more in the melêe of the midfield.
One of the few angles that a) I can get to; and b) show the palace
well against the runners. But it's a bit marginal even so, and by
the time Amanda gets here, three girls have positioned themselves in
a way to spoil the shot anyway.
She'll be coming round the ponds when she comes...
"How are you doing, darling?!" Of course her pessimism is wholly
Along the long water,,,
Yes, it's pretty long. That may be something to do with why it's
called the "long water"...
It's the final straight; you can see the finish arch off to
your right; the choir is singing, the supporters are clapping. But
WTF?! We have to run down there and back again first?! Maybe
it's not the final straight. Not happy :-(
This is arguably the only organisational fail of the day, but it's a
bad one. The published route to the finish is different to the
actual one :-(((
Ok, here's the real finish... 2:00:01 gun time, but sub-2 chip
(1:59:52). As with Wimbledon last week, this is a time to feel
unashamed of, even if it's not exactly a PB.
Previously she's had her picture taken with mayors, but Henry VIII
has to be a step up!
Henry VIII biccie!
"Jump (ooh ooh aah aah) for my love!"
And finally we warm ourselves by the fire in the Tudor Kitchens!
[*] "Not go down well"? Running types will know what I mean, and the
truth is not something anybody else needs to know...