Petite Feet Runaway

I've been in hibernation. Unlike a bear though, I have continued eating. Cue the following conversation with one of my wee ones:   Child: I want my mum to have twenty babies Me: Oh, that's a lot of babies Child: Are you having a baby? Me: No Child: I think that you are Me: Oh, why do you think that? Child: Because you have a big tummy Me: Do you think so? Child comes over to me and touches my tummy Child: Yes, it's a big tummy. Are you going to have ten boys and ten girls? There's a high chance that this kid will be a doctor when he grows up and I would then like to remind him of his incorrect diagnosis.   I was (and still am) in serious need of a kick up my well fed Beyonce. With a Sunday off work, a birthday to celebrate and the Meadows Marathon at my doorstep, the kicking was calling.  Students like a good sleep in so the marathon didn't start until 11am. My motivation for watching lectures* was low so I didn't fancy doing that ...

Scott wanted to do another half marathon and I needed a training run. I decide that it would be a good idea to celebrate my birthday by running the Meadows Marathon while Scott runs the half. I'll pace him to a pb and then continue my training run. The entire course is just down the road and my sick head thinks that I'll probably enjoy running around in circles.  Pre-race -  we had to walk to a grass area for our ‘warm up’. It was freezing cold and there were some numpty’s dancing on a stage. There are too many rich English students in dress-up. Gahh. Lap 1 – we started right at the back as I needed to nip to the toilet. Had to jump around lions and tigers most of the lap. We go through a tiny bit slower than our set pace but I knew that would happen. Lap 2 – at one point I exclaim that I can’t keep up as we are running too fast for me. Continuing to pass zoo animals. We make up the time from the first lap. Lap 3 – we pass Carrie who is running the half mara...