Getting to Stratford upon Avon was drama after drama. The most reliable english transport somehow failed us. We missed connections and the local station guards had to organise a bus for the stranded passengers. How hard could that be ? After about a hour and a half we eventually boarded a bus. Brilliant. We owned the back seat and we made god fun of it by guessing the time of arrival. I missed out by a minute on the correct guess - the winner was Anna - bless her cotton socks.Titch was cold so being the big man - I lent her my jumper. When I provided everyone with one of my best geezer poses Titch could not contain her delight !
Titch, Sam, Tans, Rae and Frankie all ran the half marathon at Stratford upon Avon - the birth place of Shakespeare no less. A good time was had by all and everyone managed a personal best. Titch made a time of 2:03:01 - Sam managed a personal best of 1:32:56.
Before and after - these guys were impressive. Well done team. One more thing .... it was a toilet.
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Meanwhile... our Frankie is getting in some marathon sleeps, which is just as impressive.
Titch running 21km!? Next she'll be eating vegetables!
Well done runners... and supporter.
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