Run Report by John
Jerome, Brett, Jules, Amanda, Steve Sut, David, Ollie Hux, Seb and Barney Riv and myself congregated in the Hambleden pub car park at 7. Fred had decided to miss the run because she had blisters from the previous weekend’s 35 mile walk followed by her first 12 hour shifts on the wards. Actually her non appearance was I think more to do with the delicious looking pea soup she was merrily slurping away at on her terrace when I arrived on my bike. Anyway let us wish Fred luck with her campaign for the return of ward sisters throughout that empire of efficiency, the NHS during her first few weeks.
After a gentle stroll over a couple of fields we were suddenly met with quite a formidable hill. So formidable in fact that Barney had to escort Brett home. Similarly a mile later Seb and Ollie had to lead David back through the woods for an early bath. With the shackles loosened somewhat the remaining runners got into their stride and enjoyed a very pleasant closing couple of miles. Jules bemoaned his lack of camera, Steve without the burden of running with Duds showed us how fast he really could run and with Fred’s NHS reforming instincts ringing in our ears, Jules and I agreed that there were far too many fat people in the country and that easy solutions could include bringing back rationing, allowing street football again and smaller main course plates.
Post run we were joined by Sarah, Diana and Susie (with bike) and just as we were about to leave Rodders who had run from Radnage and taken a slight diversion through goodness knows where. He received little sympathy on arrival and no one even offered to get him a drink as the table was snug to say the least and seat space was at a premium. I can’t remember what anyone talked about as my arse was hurting so much from sitting on the edge of the wooden seat which Jules and Amanda were occupying more than generously. Oh yes there was a mention that the pub was being renovated soon – lets hope they have the foresight to install some stella or numbers in the process and some beer that doesn’t taste like vinegar.
Next week (or rather this week) we might be short on numbers so run will be from a central location – Royal Oak, Bovingdon Green. If you’re coming perhaps a little ‘yes I’m coming’ would encourage those who are feeling slightly idle in this glorious August weather we are having to make an appearance.
See you Wednesday at 7!
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