Run Report by Brett
This was my first official Wednesday night run. The unofficial one was that memorable pre season outing with The Fatties from the Marlow Donkey where due to our lack of perspiration, we convinced ourselves that in approaching 50 we had indeed reached a proud peak of physical fitness. The sad truth was that we barely ran a mile around the block!
Running as I have been told is a 'confidence game' and with mine riding high after my near one mile trial, Sarah and I set off to join the rest of the gang at The Peacock for the 7pm start. I had 5 minutes earlier concluded my first 'dress down' valuation in Lane End. The theory is that you attend in your running kit so that as soon as you have delivered the fatal valuation and plunged the owner deep into negative equity, you can leg it out of the door......... quick. The valuation was actually for staff member, so to compensate him for the fact that his house has plunged in value, I doubled his commission on all sales achieved over the last six months. Now let me just work this out 6% of nothing is ...................
The run, attended by The Hucks, The Roddicks, a Mac, an Abbott, an Arnold, a Spider. a Male Dudley, a Taylor, a Female Sainter (Wilks), The Biggest (size not age) Bartlett and a Man who neither looks, acts nor indeed runs his age...oh and two Rivetts of course. I had expected a gentle 40 minute run through Chiltern Countryside and what I got was a 50 minute run through similar terrain that Sarah and I managed to string out for an hour. It was a fabulous run well planned by Jules and Jerome and no doubt mastefully executed by those at the front.......... but I will have to take their word for that.
The pub served good beer, ample goldfish bowls of wine in a cheery fashion and chips. Unfortunately, because I had my appointment, Sarah was unable to get into the bar beforehand to sort out a formal seating plan. which left me feeling slightly awkwardly positioned sitting in the middle of the gathering. I cant report on what was discussed as each of my ears only has an audio field of 141 degreee..... a range nontheless substantially better than those offered by my peepers. .
You received my footie email which surprisingly didnt wind people up as much as I had intended. It is only 4.30 pm and with many of your replies already received and no sign of a glut or perhaps, given his body shape, I should say a 'string' of Van Der Sars emails, I am going to announce The Crooked BIllett, Sheepcote Lane, Flackwell Heath as next weeks venue for a 7pm departure. See you all then.
This was my first official Wednesday night run. The unofficial one was that memorable pre season outing with The Fatties from the Marlow Donkey where due to our lack of perspiration, we convinced ourselves that in approaching 50 we had indeed reached a proud peak of physical fitness. The sad truth was that we barely ran a mile around the block!
Running as I have been told is a 'confidence game' and with mine riding high after my near one mile trial, Sarah and I set off to join the rest of the gang at The Peacock for the 7pm start. I had 5 minutes earlier concluded my first 'dress down' valuation in Lane End. The theory is that you attend in your running kit so that as soon as you have delivered the fatal valuation and plunged the owner deep into negative equity, you can leg it out of the door......... quick. The valuation was actually for staff member, so to compensate him for the fact that his house has plunged in value, I doubled his commission on all sales achieved over the last six months. Now let me just work this out 6% of nothing is ...................
The run, attended by The Hucks, The Roddicks, a Mac, an Abbott, an Arnold, a Spider. a Male Dudley, a Taylor, a Female Sainter (Wilks), The Biggest (size not age) Bartlett and a Man who neither looks, acts nor indeed runs his age...oh and two Rivetts of course. I had expected a gentle 40 minute run through Chiltern Countryside and what I got was a 50 minute run through similar terrain that Sarah and I managed to string out for an hour. It was a fabulous run well planned by Jules and Jerome and no doubt mastefully executed by those at the front.......... but I will have to take their word for that.
The pub served good beer, ample goldfish bowls of wine in a cheery fashion and chips. Unfortunately, because I had my appointment, Sarah was unable to get into the bar beforehand to sort out a formal seating plan. which left me feeling slightly awkwardly positioned sitting in the middle of the gathering. I cant report on what was discussed as each of my ears only has an audio field of 141 degreee..... a range nontheless substantially better than those offered by my peepers. .
You received my footie email which surprisingly didnt wind people up as much as I had intended. It is only 4.30 pm and with many of your replies already received and no sign of a glut or perhaps, given his body shape, I should say a 'string' of Van Der Sars emails, I am going to announce The Crooked BIllett, Sheepcote Lane, Flackwell Heath as next weeks venue for a 7pm departure. See you all then.
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