Petite Feet Runaway

Team logo     Divas such as Johnny Fling (aka, John Duncan) require crew of the highest standard for big races. Naturally, Scott (aka, Mr Antonia) and I were the chosen ones.   I wasn't actually too excited when he first asked as I didn't have much crewing experience. I also knew that I would definitely get insanely jealous of all the runners on the course who hadn't spent the last six months moaning about the cellulite on their bums and then consuming pizzas (for dinner number one of the evening) as a way of comforting said cellulite. John also has a roaring temper which was only going to get elevated once the sleep deprivation kicked in and I struggled to colour coordinate his running outfits. As the race date got closer we found out that we WERE the crew. Now that was an honour. Johnny Fling knows people so I felt pretty chuffed to be chosen. It also meant that I could unleash my whipping and organisation with ...

When it comes to entering races I'm either sneaking behind Scott's back to enter them or I am not paying any attention and miss out. This year there has been less sneaking and more missing when it has come to races being opened via some social networking avenue that I am actively avoiding. Thankfully, Scott had his eyes on the Cateran for himself so smacked an entry in for us both. Once we were safely entered, he tells me about the CATERAN DOUBLE. A whopping 110 miles starting the night before. Excited, I ask if he has entered me in that one. He has not. For the future of our relationship, this was probably a wise move. I would also still be lost amongst the hills if I had tacked that challenge.   The build up for Scott started in late October. At 55 miles, and undulating, this was a big undertaking for him considering he ran his first marathon last year.  The build up for me never really got going. I attempted some running on the course during Easter weekend an...