I never got to the pack run this weekend – went to Old Trafford instead. Never been before. It’s big. It was Wayne Rooney’s benefit match; 3000 Evertonians and a massive crowd of United supporters. Anyway, we made ourselves heard. And I was impressed that Koeman has definitely tightened up our defence. We had as many chances as they did in a goalless draw; hopeful signs for the new season. First match next Saturday; Spurs at home.
Nor did I run Borrowdale. 27 k and 2000 m of climb; my expected time probably noticeably over 5 hours, and, these days, my legs give up by about 2 hours. I’ve entered twice; gave up at Great Gable once, timed out at Honister the second time. No – I was there to assist the Race Liaison Officer. He chose to observe the start and the finish, so I went up to the check point at Sty Head. Nice day, albeit a bit windy, exciting and interesting watching the runners coming through. Bowland Pennine Mountain Rescue Team turn up in force every year; they see it as a good training day out in the hills. So, as well as a couple of marshals at each check point, there are also a couple of MR members, keeping tabs on the race, keeping contact by radio right round the route, and generally contributing to keeping the competitors safe. Organisation excellent as always, and a good day out for the 380 odd runners.
But I did plod round 10 miles of the lower Lune Valley from Lancaster City Centre.
A good route, surprisingly free of traffic, but I found it hard; perhaps still the fag end of my infection. My legs were heavy, and I took five minutes longer for the second half of the race than my, already slow, time for the first half. As always, some more points for the club championship.
And when I got home, straight into energy sapping jobs around the house and garden, because the family had been doing this on Saturday and also Sunday morning. I should sleep well tonight.