By admin on
12/11/2005
Normally for me waking up at 5am on Saturday morning means that you are in for a bit if a treat - an early flight to somewhere sunny, Christmas presents, and, er, other stuff. Last Saturday (12th November) though was a different kind of treat. I was generally looking forward to the Ballbuster, despite a nominal 'taper' week which I used as an excuse to go out drinking virtually every night. However, reading the race information sheet the night before I saw that it said that "in the event of bad weather the event will become a 16 mile running race around Box Hill". Sounded a bit tough that.
On the day though the weather was good, almost perfect, no wind, sunny, cool. After a bit of do I/ don't I on the tights front (didn’t), me and a number of other resplendent Ful-On'ers, (with Yannick sporting what appeared to be a pair of ski gloves!), lined up at the start. After a bit of ribbing with some friends of mine over their 'interesting' clothing solutions (my favourite here was a tri suit, with nothing underneath,...
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