22 May – This Little Piggy



went to market

and this little piggy stayed at home…

Unfortunately, one of my little piggies – namely my right big toe, is doing its level best to keep staying at home. Monday saw another unscheduled rest because after Sunday’s run I was hobbling like a lame horse, dragging a useless limb behind me.

Yesterday was all about resting it a bit and doing some much needed gardening. Except in the JCR household, gardening is akin to Jeremy Clarkson fixing cars – he wields a hammer for every foreseeable automotive complaint, whereas we wield various cutting tools, to keep back the jungle threat. There’s not much planting goes on, it’s more a case of ‘gardening by machete’ – this is because in Spring we alternate between rain and sun and everything seems to grow in front of your eyes. It’s like having time-lapse photographic growth. I swear you can almost hear the earth creaking as the grass grows.

Lawnmower – check. Decespugliatore – check – this is a ‘zapper’ but on an industrial scale. Secateurs – check, tree loppers – check, hedge trimmer with extension bar – check and finally the daddy of them all the motosega aka chainsaw. We are fighting a war against vigorously growing greenery/dying greenery. And we have to do this in the full glare of publicity, as most of the locals stop and stare at the ‘inglesi’ working. If they don’t actually stop and ask us what we are doing – really this happens, some will rather unsubtly slow their car down to crawl past, have a good old nose and then move on.

It’s quite funny, because we don’t know what it is that we are doing that is so very different to our Italian friends and neighbours. But whatever it is, it garners comment and questions, including one from an old lady who asked me one summer (when I was wielding secateurs) ‘are you looking for truffles?’

Having spent a day in the garden, I provided a much needed blood feast to the local mosquito population, and ended up with a mossie bite necklace, a mossie bite on the nape of my neck, one under my armpit, and one under the leg line of my running shorts. This morning’s run was therefore punctuated by me scratching various parts of my anatomy whilst running. Not my best look it has to be said – I did avoid scratching under my armpit and my leg elastic, just to try and maintain some kind of decorum.

On my way down the bendy, scary road, I came across a molto chic podista – I remember this lady from last summer’s runs.  Abso-bloody-lutley typical, there was me looking at my hot, sweaty, bumpy, lumpy worst,  and I see the young Nike advert ready podista! I’ve said it before these ladies/men ought to be banned, it’s just not fair to us mere mortals, who don’t look Jessica Ennis/Kourtney Kardashian or for the male version David Gandy/Usain Bolt.

Whenever I saw her last year, I was always hot, sweaty and wearing next to nothing in a vain attempt to keep cool. She was always wearing long running tights, a vest and had the Nike Swooshy ponytail, and sporting a caramel tan, with sunglasses perched perkily on top of her head – today no exception.  Even though I am wearing shorts, the weather hasn’t been that hot so my legs are a fetching corned beef colour too. Thank heavens I wasn’t scratching anything as I ran past her, otherwise visual humiliation would have been complete. But now I know why she is able to look cool when she is running, – she doesn’t actually run up the hills. She walks up them and only runs on the more or less flat bits. That makes me feel a whole lot better, I may take pauses when facing slopes, but I do at least run them.

Today was pretty uneventful, except for my pronounced limp and attempts to run on the outside of my right foot, to take the pressure of the home loving little piggy. By deliberate choice, I am running more slowly, in the hope that this will alleviate some of the pressure on my foot. But the extra days of rest being taken, are reducing my ‘run surplus’ in the bank, so I need to do some spreadsheet jiggery-pokery, to work out how much I can afford to reduce my weekly kilometrage, to give me rest, whilst not getting too far behind.

To end the nursery rhyme ….this little piggy, cried wee, wee, wee, all the way home. I didn’t actually cry, but I did yelp from time to time but got home having made just over 9km. I did run –  I may have looked like an advert for a bubonic plague cure or similar, but me and my mosquito bite necklace made it safely back, for more dousing with the ammonia anti-bite fluid. Not only did I look like pork scratchings today, I actually smelt like piggy wee too…


Shang A Lang – Bay City Rollers

Pass The Dutchie – Musical Youth

A Little Bit More – 911

You Raise Me Up – Westlife

When Will I Be Famous – Bros

ABC – The Jackson 5

When You Say Nothing At All – Boyzone

What I Go To School For – Busted

The Reflex – Duran Duran

Stay Another Day – East 17

A Million Love Songs – Take That

Boxerbeat – Jo Boxers

Daydream Believer – The Monkees

Relight My Fire – Take That and Lulu

Bye Bye Bye – NSYNC

Everybody – Backstreet Boys

Let’s Get Ready To Rhumble – PJ and Duncan

Step By Step – New Kids On The Block

Shine – Take That

The Call – Backstreet Boys

Love and Pride – King


Distance 9.43km

Time 1:04:46

Average Pace 6:52

Elevation Gain 35 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 876.73

Kms To Do 1141.27










20 May – ‘Toetally’ Shattered



I was supposed to run yesterday and was visited by both Madame Migraine and a foot problem, which meant I was limping, even when wearing slippers – so an enforced day of rest really messed up my running plans. With both my head and foot pounding with pain, I stayed in bed for most of the day, drugged up and dopey.

When I decided upon this challenge, I had read how middle/long distance runners get many, many ailments and I thought to myself. ‘that’s not for me’, the more I read about them the more likely it is I will suffer from them. I studiously avoided reading up on them – there are many weird afflictions with peculiar names and I wanted none of them. I’m happy to Dr Google (well in truth Dr NHS) only if the need arises.

During one bout of consciousness yesterday, I thought I ought to check out my foot pain, just in case I could fix it with a plaster or something. That’s when ‘runnerchondria’ struck – there are many ‘little’ problems you can get – blisters etc and then there’s the big stuff. Naturally enough, I think I have a ‘big’ problem, I am getting stabbing pains under my big toe, it’s like having rhythmic cramp and it hurts, a lot. Suggested diagnoses include a stress fracture, bunions (no it’s not one of those), hallux rigidus (basically a knackered toe, due to age and general deterioration),  and the remaining long Latin-named problems are equally as frightening.

Most of the problems, have solutions all of which start with the recommendations ‘rest and don’t run’. So I didn’t yesterday, but I did today, and what can I say? I had to run slow, not least because it was quite warm this morning. But the upside is that the pain did subside a bit, it’s not quite as bad as yesterday, but I do still yelp when I catch myself unawares. Now I am in the horns of a dilemma – do I continue to run with the toe hurting, which can be managed by judicious use of ibuprofen, or do I rest up, and try and get into see the doctors when I go home in June, to get a physio/X-Ray referral? That could take months and I can’t sit around on my bum for that long.

There are two reasons I can’t sit around for that long – the first being that the challenge can only work if I maintain 160km a month, I have only 2 weeks in the bag, taking more than 2 weeks off, then puts me behind schedule. The second is that since I’ve been running the longer distances, I can eat more  – yay –  and not put on weight. If I’m sitting around, I have a horrid feeling I’ll still do the eating and thus develop a Kardashian Kulo. Which is fine if you are Kardashian shaped but I’m not.

I’m going to just run even more glacially slowly than I have been, and watch my foot for any deterioration and see if it’s possible to get a physio appointment in Italy instead. they have a mixture of public/private medicine here and there’s a lot of ‘sports’ clinics around – that is my default if the pain becomes unmanageable.

Anyway, despite the ‘toetally’ crap Saturday, I did manage to get out today, it was sunny, and my dear friend G saw me in the cafe for my pitstop and very generously bought me my breakfast. And I tried out my new Boy Band playlist (very recently completed) to keep me going, when things got tough.

This time last year, we were in Japan chasing the sakura (cherry blossom). Sometimes you forget that you don’t necessarily need to travel far to see wonderful things, and my pic shows the rather lovely and abundant cherries we have in our garden. Cherries for breakfast – tree to mouth – zero food miles, in fact we are talking food centimetres only.


Sugar Baby Love – The Rubettes

Bye Bye Baby – Bay City Rollers


Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go – Wham

Forever and Ever – Slik

A Little Bit More – 911

ABC – The Jackson 5

You Raise Me Up – Westlife

Stand And Deliver – Adam & The Ants


When Will I Be Famous – Bros

When You Say Nothing At All – Boyzone

I’ll Make Love To You – Boyz ll Men


A Million Love Songs – Take That

Mandy – Westlife

Seasons In The Sun – Westlife

Shang A Lang – Bay City Rollers

Boxerbeat – Jo Boxers

Everybody – Backstreet Boys

Quit Playing Games With My Heart – Backstreet Boys

Bye Bye Bye – NSYNC

Story Of My Life – One Direction

Step By Step – New Kids On The Block

It Only Takes A Minute – Take That

The Chauffeur – Duran Duran

Rockin’ Robin – Michael Jackson

The Call – Backstreet Boys

Mama Do The Hump – Rizzle Kicks

Love and Pride – King


Distance 11.85km

Time 1:35:09

Average Pace 8:01

Elevation Gain 223 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 867.29

Kms to do 1150.71







17 May – Bitch Perfect


After the other day’s epic climb, I had an unscheduled day of rest yesterday. Girding my loins, I decided to see if I could do a longer run again. Taking inspiration from The Rubettes’ ‘girded loin pose’ , I set out.

The bitch beckoned, only this time I thought it would be easier if I ran downhill instead. Well what a difference that makes, she’s about 3.5km long, after my warm up walk distance. It took me about 22 minutes to do the downhill, allowing for traffic stops around the blind bends. That’s about half the time taken to run up it. I then took Laundry Lane which has a long winding section with hairpins uphill. In effect I cover more or less the same elevation, only over a 5/6km route.

In theory this is an easier option, same elevation with a longer run-up. Unfortunately today the sun decided to shine on Laundry lane, and nope not much shade to be had. Exacerbated by the fact I had dressed for the cooler morning and had a long sleeved top, I looked and felt like a sweating sausage, in fact I probably smelt like one too! The sun really takes its toll on pace; when its out I lose anywhere between 1 minute and 2.5 minutes a km.

I used the same running method on the steep parts – to run X number of paces and then take a breather. This worked reasonably well, except with little shade, sometimes my ‘breather’ was in full sun, which led to more sweating. Towards the peak of Laundry Lane, there’s a blind left hand with a road leading off it. A cyclist came haring out and of course he wasn’t looking to his right only to his left. When he saw me he got quite a shock, swore (whether at me or himself, who knows), wobbled and continued. I hope that has taught him a lesson to look both ways.

The rest of Laundry Lane went without incident, and then the final push – up the Slope of No Hope this is still not to be sneezed at, taking in a 15% gradient in parts and covering about 45 metres elevation gain in less than a km. I stopped for 3 breathers.  I think I could do it in one go, but not after a 10km run.

All in all, a reasonably good day’s work – same elevation gain as my big run, over a shorter distance, so still not a walk in the park.

And another 11km banked – 900km marker -I have you in my sights.

Playlist (my nascent boy band version – thanks to C25Kers and Fb friends for getting me started)

Sugar Baby Love – The Rubettes

Bye Bye Baby – Bay City Rollers

Shang A Lang – Ditto

Pass the Dutchie – Musical Youth

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go – Wham

Forever and Ever – Slik

A Little Bit More – 911

ABC – The Jackson 5

You Raise Me Up – Westlife

Love Me For A Reason – The Osmonds

The Reflex – Duran Duran

When Will I Be Famous – Bros

When You Say Nothing At All – Boyzone

I’ll Make Love To You – Boyz ll Men

What I Go To School For – Busted

Stay Another Day – East 17

A Million Love Songs – Take That

Mandy – Westlife

Seasons In The Sun – Westlife

Boxerbeat – Jo Boxers

Relight My Fire – Take That, Lulu

Everybody – Backstreet Boys

Quit Playing Games With My Heart – Backstreet Boys

Bye Bye Bye – NSYNC

Let’s Get Ready To Rhumble – PJ and Duncan


Distance 11.18km

Time 1:26:03

Average Pace 7:41 (mins/km)

Elevation Gain 221 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 855.44

Kms to Run 1162.56






15 May – Beating The Bitch



There is a saying that the camera never lies; this is patently untrue, as the picture above neither conveys the incline nor the pain I went through running up the Bitch of a Pitch , it looks so benign – a gentle curve, and another and a bit of a slope. The piece you can see took me three goes.

After having some quite successful runs in London, mainly I think to an excess of naughty foodstuffs, cooler weather and more distractions, I had my doubts as to how well I would do today.  Mr JCR was all happy and sunny, like an overactive bunny at the thought of going out on his bike for a recovery ride after his 2 day London Revolution ride. I however, was duvet monitoring and putting off the inevitable. I’d decided to do about 10km – my usual three village loop, stopping off for my breakfast and then facing the 4.5km walk back up the bitch.

It went much better than I could have hoped, my quicker pace hadn’t entirely deserted me although it’s warmer here and I managed a 5 minutes 14 second kilometre, followed by a 5 minutes 42, which is amazingly quick for me. Not sustainable at all, but it did prove that the sprints had had a positive effect. The cooler weather seemed to keep everyone at home, I didn’t see any cyclists or runners, and no major safety incidents to report. I stopped off for my usual coffee and pastry, and on the spur of the moment thought that instead of walking up the bitch, I’d run her instead. And so, that is exactly what I did.

Now before, there are any thoughts of what this running actually entailed, I must be very honest. Running up a 200 metre elevation gain, in just over 3kms, is not something I can do without taking a breather. My method is therefore to do as many steps as I possibly can and then take a rest, and restart the process. Sometimes it was 100 paces, others 25. At my breakfast pause I was hitting an average pace of under 6 minutes 30 per km. And it had taken about 55 minutes to get there. It then took me about 40 minutes to do 4kms, so I am not sure that the ‘running’ was much better than just walking up the hill. But as the elevation graph shows, it is a ‘bitch’ even though the camera doesn’t really do it justice.

Nonetheless the good news is I’ve beaten her for the first time. So the next time on a long run day – weather permitting – I hope to do better. Otherwise in penance I may have to listen to Elton John and The Bitch Is Back – not one of my favourite tracks of his. But that’s my commitment if I can’t do better at beating the bitch next time, then Elton J you and I have a date.




Girls and Boys – Blur

Get Here – Oleta Adams

Don’t Need The Sunshine – Catatonia

Say My Name – Destiny’s Child

Lose Yourself – Eminem

Love Is All Around – The Wets

Barbie Girl – Aqua

Baby One More Time – Britney Spears

Wannabe – Spice Girls

Killing Me Softly With His Song – The Fugees

Never Ever – All Saints

The Power – SNAP

Ebeneezer Goode – The Shamen

Move Any Mountain – Ditto

Rhythm Is A Dancer – SNAP

I See You Baby – Groove Armada

Groove Is In The Heart – Deee-Lite

(I Wanna Give You ) Devotion – Nomad

Everybody’s Free – Rozalla

Personal Jesus – Depeche Mode

One and Only – Adele

Wild Boys – Duran Duran

I’m A Believer – The Monkees

Please Don’t Go – Madness

You Love Us – The Manics

People Are People – Depeche Mode

The Jean Genie – David Bowie


Distance 13.41 km

Duration 1:41:27

Average Pace 7:33

Elevation Gain – 222 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 844.26

Kms to Run 1173.74



13 May – Rewind to Saturday

Yes that is bacon you see…

Saturday brunch with C at Balthazar in Covent Garden. An inspired choice for lunch/brunch/whatever we call it.

The first thing to do was to get a drink, a young waitress came to the table – and we thought we were away. Aha, she ‘only’ does the water – evidently not qualified to do anything else. We exchanged a wry glance, this didn’t look as though it was going to go well. Things looked up though when we got our proper ‘I can do drink and food waitress’.

In quick succession a Corpse Reviver and Blood Mary were ordered, followed by asparagus starter (C), snails (me), and by C’s recommendation, two mac’n’cheeses with bacon, oh and green beans to share as the healthy part of the meal.

Selfies of the drinks were a little less successful – well C was more than capable of the task, let’s just say my timed selfie of us and the drinks ended up with just a pic of the napkin on the table. These pics were to be sent to our respective husbands, both of whom were on the London Revolution bike ride, circumnavigating London, with an overnight camping stay in Windsor. I think C and I were both agreed, we had chosen the better weekend option.

We were however, in a wine quandary,  which was immediately resolved by us ordering a Bloody Mary each, as the coup de grace had been made most elegantly by the inclusion of an oven baked bacon rasher in the Bloody Mary. What inspired thinking! This is now my favourite cocktail accompaniment. Not sure how it will serve with a Cosmopolitan.  I am wondering what could better a baked bacon rasher with cocktails. Got it, cocktails with bacon rashers with either Daniel Craig or Idris Elba serving them…

What a glorious lunch and thanks to C for the inspired choice of venue. Brilliant.

Today’s run, well not a lot to say I did the reverse version of Saturday’s run with a bit extra added on for good measure. My overactive boobs paused the application again, so the timing is suspect to say the least and I am not sure this bra carrying method is really working that well.

Sunday morning in the City fringes is even quieter than a Saturday and there’s not much to report, I saw one fellow runner, coming towards me I smiled, but she looked too knackered to respond. I know that feeling well. I had a slight stupid tart syndrome moment running back towards home, when a runner came really close to me and I gasped – oh no, JCR it was your reflection in a mirrored shop front window.

So whilst Mr JCR and his friend D were circumnavigating London yesterday and today, I have done two loops of the same circuit, with not quite such impressive statistics. Still it’s another 7km in the bag. I never knew snails, followed by mac’n’cheese could be so delicious, and they didn’t seem to slow me down at all today.

Today’s gourmet delight is an afternoon tea bus tour with fingers crossed my ‘nearly’ god-daughter M. I have a feeling though all this rich, hefty food is going to exact its revenge at some time soon.


Snail – The Smashing Pumpkins

Smile – Lily Allen

Tiger Feet – Mud

Easy – Commodores

(Hey You) The Rock Steady Crew – Rock Steady Crew

Love In An Elevator – Aerosmith

One Step Beyond – Prince Buster

To Jan – Leonard Anderson

Good Keep Smiling – Scouting For Girls

Runnin’ Down A Dream – Tom Petty

Question – The Moody Blues

Help – The Beatles

Tread Softly – Tiny Ruins, Hamish Kilgour


Distance 7.48km

Time 41:30 (suspect, due to boob pause)

Average Pace 5:33

Elevation Gain 32 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 830.85

Kms To Do 1187.15





12 May – Eating Like A Champion

We are back in London for just a long weekend, so far the nutritional value of living in one of the World’s top foodie destinations may not be apparent to an outsider.


Afternoon coffee and cake

Ribs, Burger and Fries, Red Wine


Coffee and Pastry

Chicken and Avocado Sandwich

Afternoon coffee and cake

Fish, chips and mushy peas – as Mr JCR said the food of champions



Coffee, cereal

Cocktails and Brunch



Coffe and pastry

Afternoon Tea Adventure with my nearly god-daughter

All of this is fine and lovely but I have to admit, shifting the fish and chips out of bed this morning to go for a run was quite hard. Not least because I think the haddock was still alive, certainly there was a large weight around my middle. After yesterday’s fast and long run, I didn’t have high hopes for today – I really thought it would be a slow plod. Still the food of champions had worked its magic and actually once I was under way the kilometres took care of themselves.

I spent my run skirting the City, as the roads and pavements are quiet. Quite a few runners out today; the nice thing about weekend running is the politeness levels increase quite dramatically. Running towards Holborn and a guy stepped in my way and apologised – that would never happen during the week.  Running near Chancery Lane and a fellow lady runner came in the opposite direction, smiled and waved at me. And then on Cheapside a removals man was shifting a big box on a trolley and couldn’t get out of my way quickly enough and he apologised too and called me ‘Darlin’. I am of the age when being called Darlin’ doesn’t offend me, and quite makes my day.

The weather was nice and cool which helps my pace, oh and another thing that may have helped, is that my new nifty running belt was being laundered, so my phone was tucked into my bra for the run. My second km was totally ignored in timing, as one of my boobs had paused the app. So my run times are an approximation, please take with a pinch of salt. Good news is this run now means my kms to run for the year are just under the 1200 mark. And after today’s cocktails and unwise brunch, who knows how well I can run tomorrow? Especially if my boobs doctor the statistics.



Ben – Michael Jackson

Clint Eastwood – Gorillaz

Denis – Blondie

Ivan Meets GI Joe – The Clash

Mickey – Toni Basil

Girls and Boys – Blur

Oliver’s Army – Elvis Costello

Sharp Dressed Man – ZZ Top

Tracy Jacks – Blur

You’re The First, The Last, My Everything – Barry White

Man-eater – Hall and Oates

A Message To You Rudy – The Specials

Ziggy Stardust – David Bowie


Distance 7.0km

Time 42:01

Average Pace 6:00 (mins/km)

Elevation Gain 20 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 823.37

Kms to do 1194.63




11 May – Puffin’ in the Big Smoke


With a spring in my step, I set out this morning from Hampstead Hospital, passing about 20 smokers outside – at least 4 of whom had visible NHS staff badges on. And one patient smoking whilst still attached to his walking frame drip… Having never smoked, I thank heavens I never got addicted to the weed and for sure it wouldn’t be much of a help to a runner.

It was a lovely morning, sunny and breezy in equal measure and I was in good spirits, having had a ‘night before’ Gourmet Burger and fries, from Foxlow in Clerkenwell, which is our default place for when the ‘I need to eat meat’ craving comes on. I’d also had some red wine, so I wasn’t entirely sure this was the best preparation for my run, but in actual fact it seemed to be exactly what the doctor ordered.

I bounded down Hampstead Hill, towards Camden which was chock a block with people and pop-up market stalls on the pavements. Loads of men in shorts – some a nice sight, others well, let’s just say they were a tad sartorially challenged. I had my new running belt on today, which has nifty pockets for all manner of things including the phone. At Camden Market, according to my phone I turned in a record breaking sub 1 minutes kilometre, and within yards of the pop-up orange juice stall, I had supposedly clocked up 2 kms. Mmm, maybe the belt is obscuring the GPS.  I continued on my way towards Euston which as ever was choked up with traffic, I bombed down Southampton Way and made my way toward Holborn. It was now prime lunchtime, so a lot of worker ant dodging became necessary. I didn’t feel out of puff, but did need a drink, so removed the integrated bottle from the fit belt. Replacing it, I felt a rather unfortunate trickle of liquid, aiming for where the sun don’t shine… The integrated design obviously has some wrinkles to work out, because I don’t need to water my bum when I’m running.

I aimed towards the City to add a couple of kms to my run – I had in mind maybe doing 10kms today, then as I got bewitchingly close to home, I realised I needed to pick up a prescription from the Doctors, which was in exactly the opposite direction to my travel. Oh well, pick up the pace and run up there then. I ended up behind a lady who was not in a good way, she was puffing and very out of breath, I too was wheezing slightly, but that was more to do with having run quite a distance and at quite a pace. My business was done and I ran back out towards home. Eventually I did run out of steam, with my legs aching quite a bit, but it felt like a fab run. I’d run really fast, done some sprint intervals as well, so all in all a good one.

Then I looked at my stats – oh yes I was a record breaker – except the records weren’t true, I hadn’t actually run 17.5km as it said, at a pace of under 5 minutes. So huffing and puffing a bit, I had to be honest and recalibrate the stats, and remove  2kms from the record.

I’ve still done well and this has been my fastest run for ages, which I put down to a few days extra rest this week, the excellent Foxlow meat and wine, and the sheer joy of being back in the Big Smoke, with so many distractions to keep me occupied.


Ode To Billie Joe – Bobbie Gentry

My Girl – The Temptations

Oh! Carol – Neil Sedaka

A Whiter Shade of Pale – Procol Harum

You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling – The Righteous Brothers

Let’s Spend The Night Together – The Rolling Stones

Help – The Beatles

Take Good Care Of My Baby – Bobby Vee

Dream Lover – Bobby Darin’

The Locomotion – Little Eva

Will You Love Me Tomorrow – The Shirelles

Do Wah Diddy Diddy – Manfred Mann

Stupid Cupid – Connie Francis

These Boots Are Made For Walkin’ – Nancy Sinatra

Blue Velvet – Bobby Vinton

Bye Bye Love – The Everly Brothers

No Regrets – The Walker Brothers

The Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine Anymore – Ditto

That’s Life – Frank Sinatra

Chain Gang – Sam Cooke

Wake Up Little Susie – The Everly Brothers

Be Bop A Lula – Gene Vincent

He’s So Fine – The Chiffons

La Bamba – Ritchie Valens

Blueberry Hill – Fats Domino

Sweet Little Sixteen – Chuck Berry

Then He Kissed Me – The Crystals

Tell Laura I Love Her – Ricky Valance

One Fine Day – The Chiffons

Downtown – Petula Clark


Distance 15:48km

Time 1:29:01

Average Pace 5:45 mins/km

Elevation Gain 50 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 816.37

To Run 1201.63

(oh bum, if I could have genuinely run 17kms, I would have been under the 1200 to go mark)