“Are you alright?” asks the marshal, as I hobble, wincing in pain down the steep rock strewn path. “only another mile to go, all flat. Can you make it?”
The wind bites cold at my legs as I exit the warm cocoon of the car, I’m starting to think that it might have been a little early in the year for running in shorts.
“We only have half an hour till the on-line race entry closes, so what shall I do?” well, sign me up, I’ll do it.