Run Report by David
This being my 3rd run in 14 months, it is apparently my turn to do the report.
The observant amongst you will have noticed that the venue for yesterday's run was not as advertised in last week's report. Apparently Brett's inheritance is currently being invested in the refurbishment of The Old Ship, so at 9.00 a.m. Jules nominated The Crown at Radnage as substitute. Sadly this was too late for John who had already set off to cycle to Cadmore End. He ended up missing the run and having to phone a) Doug to find out where everybody was and b)Heather to give him a lift to Radnage.
Anyway, I digress. In alphabetical order (as it is the only way I'll ever be at the front of any list of runners) last night's participants were: Abbott D, Bartlett minor, Duds M, Hucks A, Hucks J, Hucks O, Hucks S, Roddick C and Swede L. The route took us through some fields, over a road, through a couple of woods and (for the fatties at least) through another field and up another road. Conditions for running/shuffling were excellent with warm weather, generally pleasant underfoot conditions and remarkably few hills. All in all about 50 minutes of exercise, followed by 90 minutes of good beer, excellent chips and happy chat. We were joined for these last 3 agenda items by Heather, John and Susie.
Heather had completed 1/3rd of her 3 Peaks challenge before the bus conveniently broke down, thereby preventing her from completing the remainder. Not only did she look none the worse for her ordeal, but she attracted a number of supportive girly comments about having lost weight.
John was in remarkably cheerful form considering his ordeal and Susie was in very good spirits despite her injured hip. Some of this may be attributable to the bottle of champagne which Amanda produced from somewhere and then proceeded to tip down the girls' necks (where were you Kate?).
Chat in the pub covered football (inevitably), that ridiculously long tennis match, how to transport Rebellion beer to Sweden without it exploding and various other items that I've forgotten.
Mercifully there were no Morris Dancers this week but we were treated to the sight of an old Morris Minor along with a load of other ancient cars and motorbikes driven/ridden by faintly unwholesome looking people who were comparing the length of their camshafts whilst having a barbecue outside the hall opposite. There was even a Sinclair C5 being pedalled by some bloke trying unsuccessfully not to look like a nob.
The observant amongst you will have noticed that the venue for yesterday's run was not as advertised in last week's report. Apparently Brett's inheritance is currently being invested in the refurbishment of The Old Ship, so at 9.00 a.m. Jules nominated The Crown at Radnage as substitute. Sadly this was too late for John who had already set off to cycle to Cadmore End. He ended up missing the run and having to phone a) Doug to find out where everybody was and b)Heather to give him a lift to Radnage.
Anyway, I digress. In alphabetical order (as it is the only way I'll ever be at the front of any list of runners) last night's participants were: Abbott D, Bartlett minor, Duds M, Hucks A, Hucks J, Hucks O, Hucks S, Roddick C and Swede L. The route took us through some fields, over a road, through a couple of woods and (for the fatties at least) through another field and up another road. Conditions for running/shuffling were excellent with warm weather, generally pleasant underfoot conditions and remarkably few hills. All in all about 50 minutes of exercise, followed by 90 minutes of good beer, excellent chips and happy chat. We were joined for these last 3 agenda items by Heather, John and Susie.
Heather had completed 1/3rd of her 3 Peaks challenge before the bus conveniently broke down, thereby preventing her from completing the remainder. Not only did she look none the worse for her ordeal, but she attracted a number of supportive girly comments about having lost weight.
John was in remarkably cheerful form considering his ordeal and Susie was in very good spirits despite her injured hip. Some of this may be attributable to the bottle of champagne which Amanda produced from somewhere and then proceeded to tip down the girls' necks (where were you Kate?).
Chat in the pub covered football (inevitably), that ridiculously long tennis match, how to transport Rebellion beer to Sweden without it exploding and various other items that I've forgotten.
Mercifully there were no Morris Dancers this week but we were treated to the sight of an old Morris Minor along with a load of other ancient cars and motorbikes driven/ridden by faintly unwholesome looking people who were comparing the length of their camshafts whilst having a barbecue outside the hall opposite. There was even a Sinclair C5 being pedalled by some bloke trying unsuccessfully not to look like a nob.
That's about it other than to say that, in a bid to improve my fitness, I have decided to run to next week's venue, which is The Two Brewers in Marlow.
