Wee Gill's Big Race

Yep, it was 2k with Rubbish Running Boss, except of course she's now getting rather good so has become Wee Gill. The race was in Cardiff Bay and we got there far too early so we drank water and did lots of stretching.

No we didn't, we went for coffee instead...

Then we were off to the start - we didn't know where it was so we just followed everybody else. That's 'everybody else' as in 'the four year olds and mums and dads'. Yep, all the other runners were under four foot tall and accompanied by proud parents...

This is Wee Gill at the start. Still smiling!

Wee Gill's previous best time was 7.30 for each kilometre, so she set the pace. At 6.20 per kilometre... Pretty quick! I thought I was keeping up with her. She thought she was keeping up with me... We kept going, sadly not across the barrage as I thought, but around the Millennium Centre where the roads had been closed but the traffic lights were still working and every time we got to a red one Wee Gill suggested we should stop... I tried the line of 'not far now' but she's got a clever watch thingy too and knew exactly how far we had to go.

Before long we were back under the start which, confusingly, was not the finish, and we were looking out for a similarly large inflated thingy for the Grand Finish, but there wasn't one. Then at 1.5k a goody bag and a medal got thrust at us in the middle of a crowd, and That Was That. Half a kilometre short? We agreed to keep going (OK, I said 'we'll go on' and Wee Gill was too puffed to disagree...) so we ran further round the Bay, avoiding pushchairs, people, bicycles and not even being distracted by the Mr Whippy Ice Cream Van. We carried on to 2k and stopped - 12.52 minutes! That's quicker by 2 minutes than Wee Gill's personal best!

And once she was able to breathe again I think she was quite pleased...

See - happy smiling Wee Gill! I think I'm still employed.

Then we had a bank holiday lunch sitting in the garden, glasses of wine and ice cream dessert at the parlour. Proper training!