The middle aged banter in the car, some coffee and more giggles waiting for the start are so much part of the experience.
“We would love to do something along the lines of the Barkley Marathon (“the race that eats it young”). We’re on the lookout for a route……”
The flat matt of a grazing pony's fur as it stood in shadow. The subtle, fine silk of moss on a north facing rock.
Ready? Now close your eyes and try and hear a car tyre slowly driving over the pile of broken glass.
Fuelled By Banana Cake It's been a while since the old trio of Nicky, Martin and myself entered a running event and had a gigglesome road trip. For new boys and girls to the blog, Nicky is my awesome, inspirational, beautiful, relentless, stunning and quite frankly, hot, lady wife. Martin? Or, as he's better known,... Continue Reading →