All the pub talk in recent weeks - including as recently as Friday - came to nowt when it came to the crunch - with one exception - our man from Houston turned up raring to go:
The weather conditions had severely reduced numbers - normally there's a three figure turn-out, but I only counted 16 at the start this time, all of them younger and including some regular runners. Understandably, Malcolm lurked at the back a bit:
Here he is hiding behind the beefcake:
and off he goes:
but by the time he had crossed Dee St and headed along Bridge St, poor Malcolm was already trailing by 50 yards or so:
Still, at least he had the bottle to do it, unlike everyone else. I met Malcolm at the end and he told me he had done it in 40 minutes - although there was a suggestion that he had perhaps cut off a bit of the route. He had got a bit distanced from the rest of the field and had to make up his own route back!
Well done, Malcolm!
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