My life has been, and continues to be, a never-ending voyage of discovery. Who would have thought that at approxinately 9 o'clock on Sunday morning (about 3 1/2 miles into the Swinton Half Marathon) that I would discover that they have soft toilet paper in the Swinton Fire Station. 'nuff said!
But although the time was dismal (don't ask, just really dismal), the race was not not an absolute disaster. The result catapulted me into 14th position in the club road championship; who'd have thought? By the way, Horwich won the team prize with three in the top five.
On the same day, the younger John ran more than a minute a mile faster than me in the Macc Half. Unfortunately, he did not retain his over 65 title, as one Ken Burgess ran 1-27. Just who are these people who do times like that? Haven't they heard of growing old gracefully?
Ed.
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