Yesterday (that's Sunday for future readers) was the day for the Half Marathon between RAF Kinloss and RAF Lossiemouth. Despite snow and ice, the show still went on, and surprisingly it did so very successfully.
Yes, despite the cold, the icy puddles, the snowy pavements and ungritted roads, people still ran through the countryside for, in my opinion, some inexplicable reason other than to top their last running time, which is, of course, very important.
And did we get any casualties?
No.
I'm not sure how it happened, so don't ask. Just ponder about it yourself as to how almost 173 runners reached the finish line unscathed after battling a frosty winterland.
Although saying that, the sun was shining, the day was dry and clear, and if you skirted around the ice I'm sure it was an ace day for running. It was equally an ace day for sitting in a toasty ER vehicle, or in a warm gym hall, waiting for the non-existent casualties to appear.
I remember the same thing happening last year actually, without all the snow and ice. And this year we got soup and muffins to snack on, rather than left overs of mouldy sandwiches and squidgy doughnuts. And a fact is that the run was held a week earlier than last year, because I'm sure it was on the 17th of February last year, rather than the 8th.
I remember such a thing for random reasons.
However the people who show face at such events never change. I certainly saw a couple of people who I recognised, who I don't think recognised me.
Although I don't think I've changed that much in the space of a year, have I?
^ Me & my best bud in the Gym hall, highlighting the fact that her new haircut is somewhat like mine, but a bit longer. She was trying to grope my ass the whole way through that photo shoot, hence her cheeky grin.
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