Then, about half way round, my hair bobble exploded into a flying mane of sweaty hair (it was every bit as attractive as it sounds!).... but we made it, and didn't come last!
There were actually 7 people behind us, so I'd that that is a job well done! I felt so glad that the race was over, especially as the heat and humidity made the distance seem twice as far.
It was, by far, my most difficult run, and definitely not a PB, but I collected my medal which, along with my ridiculous grin, stayed on all day long!
I finished the day with some well-deserved Prosecco, and celebratory leg of Serrano ham from the Ginger (he knows me well!). Who needs flowers??