Morven e-mailed round
the rest of the running team after the meeting. She expresses it so well that I
am shamelessly going to use her words from here on in (bits in non-Italics are
my additions):
“Hey team.
So Laura, Rich and I made it to the marathon meet last night. Which was brill but hilarious seen as we arrived 45mins late, covered in Wessex Downs mud, into a room full of people in suits.
Luckily Mary Jane is delightful. She handed us booze and told everyone we had driven in from Wales specifically for the meeting. Slight exaggeration but we went with it. Although we now need to speak in welsh accents for the entire race. Cool? (This is not the first time in my life that is has been difficult to explain where we were from, living and coming from that day. The upshot is that people there were not sure if we were Welsh, Swedish or Scottish, despite the fact that I was about 1 mile from where I was born at the time).
Was a great meeting with plenty folk who had run the race before. I think the best things they said were...
People regret focusing on their time rather than the giraffe running beside them. Focus on the giraffe.
There are misting stations.
We should all get white running caps with black on the underside. To reflect heat as well as look super snazzy.
There are 3 hard hills and we should expect to walk up at least one.
The temp gets to average 28 (not as bad as I thought)
No one else is staying in the campsite (we are such urchins) but Mary Jane is going to come find us on Friday night.
Breathe in before you drink water.
We will definitely get lapped by many barefooted sinewy Kenyans.
It's going to be soooo great.”
So Laura, Rich and I made it to the marathon meet last night. Which was brill but hilarious seen as we arrived 45mins late, covered in Wessex Downs mud, into a room full of people in suits.
Luckily Mary Jane is delightful. She handed us booze and told everyone we had driven in from Wales specifically for the meeting. Slight exaggeration but we went with it. Although we now need to speak in welsh accents for the entire race. Cool? (This is not the first time in my life that is has been difficult to explain where we were from, living and coming from that day. The upshot is that people there were not sure if we were Welsh, Swedish or Scottish, despite the fact that I was about 1 mile from where I was born at the time).
Was a great meeting with plenty folk who had run the race before. I think the best things they said were...
People regret focusing on their time rather than the giraffe running beside them. Focus on the giraffe.
There are misting stations.
We should all get white running caps with black on the underside. To reflect heat as well as look super snazzy.
There are 3 hard hills and we should expect to walk up at least one.
The temp gets to average 28 (not as bad as I thought)
No one else is staying in the campsite (we are such urchins) but Mary Jane is going to come find us on Friday night.
Breathe in before you drink water.
We will definitely get lapped by many barefooted sinewy Kenyans.
It's going to be soooo great.”
Here are Bam and Kaz modeling our snazzy free t-shirts, with Tusks:
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