And We Run (Again)

It was the first Sunday in fifteen months that Toots wasn't getting up before 6am either to head to our local pool for swim training or to some North District pool for a meet (she's been promoted and no longer trains on a Sunday).  It was also the first Sunday of British Summer Time, as in, the clocks changed last night and we lost an hour's sleep.

Yet at 6am (5am body clock time incase you didn't work it out!) my alarm clock went off anyway, and up I got to go help set up a raffle stall for the swim club at our local Run Garioch event.  And it was c-o-l-d, so nothing like last year then!

Still, after two hours I got to come back home and thaw out for ten minutes before heading out to church, which we didn't manage last year thanks to the Don's 10km race in the morning.  The sun then shone as we walked back up to the sports centre in time for the kids races, and we were hoodwinked into believing it was going to be a fine afternoon for a run.  It wasn't.  No, don't get me wrong, it wasn't bad, it was just cold, so cold, so cold in fact that two of the Don's fingers turned white and stopped working.  Maybe he should have ran after all...

Hardy enough for t-shirts!

Setting off...

0:02:57 and third place!  Though we thought he was fourth
and so didn't stay for the medal ceremony ooops.

Joey managed the course in 0:03:32, beating
Lightning's time last year by 5 seconds
(though it was a different -and much better- course this year)

0:5:29 was Tiger's time for 1km

And Toots, now being 10, had to run 2km:
0:09:22 

And then as everyone travelled the great distance home (that was our house in the top right of Toots's picture) to warm up infront of the fire, I went back to the event village to take down the GASC stand.  And to walk home in the beating hail. 

Good times.