Petite Feet Runaway

We've had the wedding edition and now it's time for the honeymoon edition. The wedding was eighteen months ago, therefore largely forgotten and unlikely to be referenced again in the post. Just like any quality marriage really. Pre-race The race starts in Glasgow at approximately 21:00 hours. There's a bit of a storm brewing on the day; what we're nowadays calling a weather bomb. I smash some impressive splits on my bike cycling back from work only to find out our flight has been delayed. We're not too concerned as we're keen to kick the adventure off in style by hitting the champagne bar at the airport. Planning error; Glasgow Airport doesn't have a champagne bar. The choice is between Frankie and Benny's and a Wetherspoons. Hmmm. We decline the flight upgrade upon registration although do score ourselves exit seats. Like the night before any big race, we fail to sleep at all during the flight. Cool...

About six weeks late with the race report...  My colleague Sarah has been thinking about doing her first race for a while. After she accidentally ran 10km one night last year we were on the lookout for a half marathon. Then winter hit, we stopped looking for race and Sarah stopped running. Six weeks prior to the race on a cake-fuelled Friday afternoon I came across the Great Scottish Run and decided we were entered it. By the close of play that day we had another colleague, Meghan, confirmed in her first 10km and were bombarding anyone who passed our desks with the entry forms. If a workplace entered a team of ten, then we would receive a plaque. Everyone loves a good plaque. Eventually we scrambled together a team. I suspect the the coordinators of the race hate me because we were a bit of a shambles. The folk I managed to threaten until they signed up were: 10km Garry Carr - The baby of the workplace and part-time One Direction member. Travelled through from Stirling o...