16 Nov – Mojo Safari

 

Today I went mojo hunting for my running mate who has lost hers. I didn’t find it in Islington yesterday, but I’m not sure the fish shop was ever a likely location.  This morning however, the stars were aligned, I was wombling my way towards Trafalgar Square and running along Fleet Street, when I saw Shoe Lane – if ever there was a place for a running mojo to be hiding, I am guessing it could be here. And then of course I was actually on Fleet Street – another hint perhaps as to the whereabouts of the missing mojo.

I continued on to the Strand, where even though it was morning the Christmas lights were twinkling away merrily. This particular mojo is purple I believe and likes sparkly things so of course I had to stay with it and I was only about 3.5kms into my run.

I was convinced the mojo may have visited Trafalgar Square, thinking that a bit of Nelson’s courage may have rubbed off and she would have decided to go back to Yorkshire. Despite some impressive lions, Nelson himself, there was a Yoda, a man sitting on a spade and ‘Death’ with his scythe – the last three were hardly good luck portents, and frankly pretty rubbish frozen statues. No sign of a mojo here, we need something a little more in keeping.

And so it was, I ended up in Covent Garden, a humungous Christmas tree outside, twinkly lights on the inside and the most glorious mistletoe and baubles hanging from the ceiling. This definitely felt like the place a mojo would visit, then I saw some mojo confetti lying around. She’d left a trail obviously. Without further ado I picked up some of the confetti and sent it back to Yorkshire, because I think the mojo might be missing it.

The street artist outside Covent Garden was telling everyone they were having a good time and I was. I enjoy looking for mojos, even though when mine goes awol, it seems a lot harder to find.

Dear running mate, when your parcel of mojo dust arrives, I am sure your mojo won’t be that far behind.

Playlist

The numbers playlist

Lucky Number – Lena Lovich

5705 – City Boy

One Day Like This – Elbow

One More Time – Daft Punk

Five Years – David Bowie

She Will Be Loved – Maroon 5

Nine To Five – Sheena Easton

Perfect 10 – The Beautiful South

10 Lovers – The Black Keys

Swords Of A Thousand Men – Tenpole Tudor

People in Love – 10cc

The Eleven Rap – Dark Punk

21 Seconds – So Solid Crew

Thirteen Sad Farewells – Stu Larsson

Fourteen Rivers Fourteen Floods – Beck

Fifteen – Taylor Swift

Edge of Seventeen (twice) – Stevie Nicks

19 – Paul Hardcastle

21 Guns – Green Day

I’m Gonna Be 500 Miles – The Proclaimers

When I’m 64 – The Beatles

Disco 2000 – Pulp

80s Joint – Kelis

Love Shack – B52s

96 Tears – ? And The Mysterons

Stats

Distance 10.01km

Time 1:15:30

Average Pace 7:32

Elevation Gain 53 metres

Mojo – dust found and sent back home

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 1855.26

Kms To Run 162.74

14 Nov – Mission Failed

 

A recap,  yesterday’s run fantastic, everything achieved that I wanted to do with a nice pace, great weather and my running mentor joining me virtually even though she’s poorly.  That was a ‘posh bird run’ through many nice parts of London.

Today, a little more prosaic. I have three errands on my ‘to do’ list all of which could happily be done by phone, but I thought it would be more fun to do them by run.

The three were:-

Dentist Appointments – the joys of living between two countries means there’s a constant stream of admin to organise when you return ‘home’

Track down a specific skirt – I know, hardly a task, but still it was on my to do list

Organise haircut and colour  – the badger stripe is appearing, it has to go

The omens were good, the weather even nicer than yesterday, which is a real bonus in the City in Autumn, grey is the de facto colour of the sky and it does tend to ‘grey’ your mood somewhat.

I left home and took a circuitous route to the dentist – job done. Fab, all within 2kms of home, now a run towards Oxford Street and I am aiming towards Marylebone Street – not the High Street, but a smaller street in parallel, this is where Richard my genius hairdresser can be found. It’s about 4kms away, if you wiggle a bit on your route map. I arrived not too sweaty, (having made a respectable 6.5 minutes/km pace) to enter a posh hairdressing salon, but it didn’t matter about my sweatiness or otherwise – no-one was at home. No grey skies here, but if I don’t get that appointment, way too much grey on my head will be appearing.

Oh well, his salon is close to a shop that I need to check out for this mystery skirt. The assistant did look somewhat askance at me in my dayglo top and capris, standing amongst the finery for the Winter party season. I was amidst a sea of sparkling sequins and leopardskin print. Frankly in my more blingy moments, this would be Retail heaven. (I do have to rein in my inner Bet Lynch, from time to time)

I asked and she said no they didn’t have it, was I sure it was them?  For sure, I didn’t look quite like their usual clientele. After some faffing with my phone I was able to prove that I hadn’t imagined this skirt, it did exist – except it was summer stock. Perhaps I could try an outlet store; I am convinced that she was doing her best to be helpfully snooty or snootily helpful.

Okay – that’s errand number three blown out. Maybe I should just concentrate on the running instead, that seems a lot more successful. I made my way home this time via Marylebone Lane and the fantastic VW Rouleaux shop – one of London’s retail secrets. If you want unusual ribbons, trimmings etc for any occasion, this is the place to go. For Christmas they ‘had blinged up’ the outside with gold oak leaves and acorns, as shown on the pics. I often go in there for a mooch around, but figured that in the present running kit, perhaps wouldn’t suggest a woman interested in ribbons ’n’ trimmings.

Okay JCR, head straight, trainers propelling forward, heading for home. I was slower today than yesterday, but that’s not unusual on Day 2 runs. My runnerchondria hip, is aching a touch, but it just has to hold on for 5 more weeks and then it gets a rest.

Errands attempted 3  vs. errands successfully completed 1. But another 12km in the bank which means Mission Failed turned out to be rather successful after all.

Playlist

Second try out of best cover versions

Nothing Compares 2 U – Sinead O’ Connor

Kiss – Art of Noise and Tom Jones

Back to Black – Amy Winehouse

Tainted Love – Mark Almond, and Marilyn Manson versions

I Only Want To Be With You – The Tourists

You Can’t Hurry Love – Phil Collins

Girls Just Want To Have Fun – Cyndi Lauper

Hallelujah – Alexandra Burke

Blue Suede Shoes – Elvis Presley

Motorhead – Motorhead

Sweet Dreams, You’re So Vain – Marilyn Manson

Whiskey In the Jar – Thin Lizzy

Kids In America – Foo Fighters

Stand And Deliver – No Doubt

Feed My Frankenstein – Alice Cooper

Amish Paradise – Weird Al Yankovic

911 Is A Joke – Duran Duran

Faith – Limp Bizkit

War – Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Take Me To The River – Talking Heads

Cats In The Cradle – Ugly Kid Joe

Live and Let Die – Guns ’n’ Roses

Stats

Distance 12.08km

Time 1:24:12

Average Pace 6:58

Elevation Gain 35 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 1839.45

Kms to Run 178.55

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

13 Nov – Ju-Junopoly

This run is dedicated to my running mentor Ju-Ju, who has unfortunately got somewhat crocked with a very serious asthma attack. Along with fellow runners from the C25K crew, we are dedicating our runs to her this week.

Ju-Ju and I share three things :-

  • Nice running kit, although I still envy her gold ‘lamé’ type shorts
  • Lipstick for running, fave colours are runner’s ruby, pootler’s pink, and flaming flamenco
  • Run the Year challenges – slight difference, Ju-ju has achieved it, whereas I am still in course

I decided to do 12km today if I could, and took the scenic route up west.

As this was Ju-junopoly running, I decided just to focus on the ‘posher’ parts of town, so she could enjoy the views virtually. And I got:-

Trafalgar Square – with a snoozy lion, to the tune of The Lion Sleeps Tonight

Fleet Street – ye olde London pub – which I am guessing is probably not that ‘ye olde’

Strand – passing the Queen’s Bankers – Coutts

Pall Mall – The Institute of Directors

Turning around in St James’s Park, I passed the Canadian War Memorial, getting a spruce up from one of the park wardens, with the Autumn falling leaves obliterating the carved leaves in the memorial.

An absolutely fabulous run out, the 12kms passed quite quickly. I felt as though I was gliding – it must be Ju-Ju passing on her panthering method through the power of mindwaves. I was also testing out my new ‘Best Covers Ever’ playlist, when entering St James’s Park to ‘Nothing Compares 2 U’ that was a moment in itself, as the sun was shining, people were smiling and it was an utterly glorious London day.

Playlist

Nothing Compares 2 U – Sinead O’ Connor

Kiss – Art of Noise and Tom Jones

Valerie – Mark Ronson and Amy Winehouse

Back To Black – Amy Winehouse

Tainted Love – Soft Cell

Girls Just Want To Have Fun – Cyndi Lauper

Hurt – Johnny Cash

I Fought The Law – The Clash

Delilah – Tom Jones

Blue Suede Shoes – Elvis Presley

Stand and Deliver – No Doubt

911 Is a Joke – Duran Duran

The Lion Sleeps Tonight – Tight Fit

Ever Fallen In Love – Fine Young Cannibals

China Girl – David Bowie

I Only Want To Be with You – The Tourists

You Can’t Hurry Love – Phil Collins

Hallelujah – Alexandra Burke

All Along The Watchtower – Jimi Hendrix

Respect – Aretha Franklin

Sweet Dreams – Marilyn Manson

Whiskey In the Jar – Thin Lizzy

Twist and Shout – The Beatles

I Second That Emotion – Japan

Faith – Limp Bizkit

Stats

Distance 12.29km

Time 1:22:07

Average Pace 6:41

Elevation Gain 54 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 1827.37

Kms to Do 190.63 (fewer than 200km now!)

4 Nov – Slip Slidin’ Away

 

These words are kindly borrowed from Mr Paul Simon. The first verse actually goes:-

Slip slidin’ away
Slip slidin’ away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you’re slip slidin’ away

And that is what is happening to me, – I am getting ever closer to running the year, but the run pace is eluding me. I think too much effort and not enough focussed training, before I started this challenge is now probably starting to bite. I find I can’t run fast even if I want to. For sure, unless you are an elite athlete, there’s a trade off between speed and distance. I’m not beating myself up about it, just observing I can’t have both.

With that in mind I set out this morning, having looked at the weather forecast which said Arnhem was at 1 degree – can’t be true I thought, then I saw the frost – aha looks like the forecast was accurate after all…  I set out on tarmac trails today, having in mind to run to Osterbeek which is about 5kms away, on a slower pace. However the famous JCR satnav kicked in and I was actually running in the opposite direction. I decided therefore to do a run I’d enjoyed last year, which was to go to the Arnhem War Memorial and Cemetery. I wrote about this last year – the Brits are popular in this area because of Operation Market Garden, and the cemetery is in lovely tranquil spot and makes me stop and think.

My trail today was uppy and downy, as was my pace. I was passed and accompanied by many a runner today, all of us in hats and gloves and long running tights. For my first 2km I ran towards the Burgher’s Zoo, where already folk were queuing to get in. I took my photo of the rather cute rhino and continued on. It was at this point I realised my JCR satnav was awry, and I made my way back from whence I came.

By now the sun was a little stronger and the frost was melting, as was my resolve to do 10km. The gremlins had made their way onto my shoulder and a 5km run out seemed tempting, not least because of the thought of an excellent breakfast back at J &G’s.

Nonetheless I set my steelometer to a higher setting than wimp, and continued on my way. So many people out and about on a very cold Autumn morning, some on bikes – the classic Dutch shopping types, then I got passed by at least two groups of MAMIL racers, but very respectful.

At the memorial park and cemetery, a number of folk had started to assemble and were looking at the graves. Somehow it didn’t seem quite right to be there in my dayglo hat and running gear, so I maintained a respectful distance. Then my fruit based technology started giving me a minor heart attack, saying it only had 13% battery left. A frantic closing down of apps ensued and I retraced my steps back home.

At Restaurant Trix my eyes were playing tricks on me, I thought I saw my friend J running towards me, but no, just another tall lady in dayglo.

My run was done, and just a touch over 11km. Slow, but sure, so I may be slip slidin’ away from speed, but I’m slipping inexorably to that target.

Playlist

Famous names list

Michael Caine – Madness

There’s A Guy Works Down the Chip Shop Swears He’s Elvis – Kirsty MacColl

Bette Davis Eyes – Kim Carnes

Geronimo – Sheppard

Grace Kelly – Mika

Joan of Arc (Maid Of Orleans) – OMD

Just Like Jesse James – Cher

Free Nelson Mandela – Soweto Singers

Clint Eastwood – Gorillaz

Prince Charming – Adam And The Ant

Bruce Lee – Robbie Williams

Andy Warhol – David Bowie

Black Man Ray – China Crisis

Electric Barbarella – Duran Duran

Barbie Girl – Aqua

Walks Like Rihanna – The Wanted

Moves Like Jagger – Maroon 5

Wood Beez (Pray Like Aretha Franklin) – Scritti Politti

Axel F – Harold Faltermeyer

Jackie Wilson Said – Dexy’s Midnight Runners

Frank Sinatra – Cake

The Ballad of Tom Jones – Space and Cerys Matthews

Michaela Strachan – Scouting For Girls

Marilyn Monroe – Pharrell

Al Capone – Prince Buster

Victoria – The Kinks

Stats

Distance 11.69km

Time 1:31:25

Average Pace 7:49

Elevation Gain 96 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 1774.91

Kms To Run 243.09

 

 

 

2 Nov – Sausages & Pancakes

 

It’s 9 degrees people. Last time I ran it was about 19, my little legs are a tad cold and my fingers are wondering what’s happened. This is my first run in Arnhem as we are here for a few days with our very dear friends J & G.

J is the super fast runner (in my dreams I run as fast as her…) and G is a world renowned Project Manager, full of helpful hints and tips. G’s tips however are probably more useful for his wife, as she possesses common-sense and a sense of direction, whilst I possess neither… This morning’s run was a planned 10km if I could, in the local woods on the rather lovely forest trails. This is the same place where J once saw a naked man running. With my nudeometer finely tuned, I set out.

I am of course a tarmac runner usually and the leafy, squidgy trails with hidden tree roots provided me with a bit of a challenge, as I’m not always surefooted. Add to the fact that I got out of bed on the wrong side, as we say in England. I was fine mood-wise but after all my running this year, I seemed to struggle to lace up my trainers correctly. Four attempts to do this and I was like Bambi on ice trying to get my shoes not too tight nor too loose.

Clearly the trainer gremlins were out to get me this morning, as I was also suffering from the well known runners’ ailment ‘Sausage Sock’. One of my socks had lost its elasticity and kept on travelling down my foot to form a sock sausage under the arch. This is not comfortable or runnable either. In the first km I stopped at least 3 times to de-sausage my sock. This is not an easy thing to do in a squidgy forest trail, as you have to find non -damp and raised areas to rest your foot.

Km 2 came and went – another 2 de-sausaging efforts and by now I was getting seriously irritated. At 3kms in I made a life-changing decision (for the sock that is) the sock was committing sock suicide, and therefore today it would be its last run. You know how it is, if someone or something is letting you down, you have to have the conversation..

The one that begins with ‘As a person/sock/trainer/sweatshirt, I love you very much and you have so much to offer, just not to me. It’s time to say our goodbyes’. I had this conversation with my sock in the forest – obviously I had the chat in my head, I didn’t want the locals thinking I was some kind of weirdo. Having said my goodbyes to the sausaging sock, I settled into a nice running routine. Arnhem is one of the few places in Holland with hills as my middle photo proves it. It also has to be said that at this point the sausaging sock had calmed down a bit and wasn’t sausaging quite so much.

G had been very helpful on where I could run, but my inbuilt sat nav is somewhat dodgy. As I was running I felt I knew exactly where their house was and then I checked MapMyRun to find that their house was nowhere near where I thought I was. Oops…

At 5km I came across a Dutch Pancake house, which to be honest looked awfully tempting and had I actually gone out carrying money, then I’m pretty certain I’d have popped in for a pancake rather than continuing running. I continued with my run, being passed and occasionally overtaken by various Dutch giants. I’m just a bit under 5 foot 4 inches, which is a little less than the UK female average. However in Holland I am most definitely a munchkin. What was worse at one point I was a lost munchkin. Forest trails can be a bit disorientating – well okay for most people they’re not, but for me they are. It was with some relief I saw a main road and I followed it towards home. I could see a landmark I knew and decided I’d take a well known short cut back to J&G’s house. Only I could take a well known short cut, turn it into a long cut and get lost in the grounds of a sports club…, necessitating a 180 degree turn to go back exactly where I’d come from.

Truthfully JCR you are useless.

But I got the 10km done, it wasn’t fast and for that my excuses are:-

  1. Trail running – just not used to it
  2. Getting lost – necessitating frequent checkpoints
  3. De-sausaging my sock

Playlist

He Won’t Go – Adele

He’ll Have To Go – Bryan Ferry

Heartbreak Hotel – Elvis

Heat Wave – The Jam

Heathen – David Bowie

Hello – Oasis

Hello Goodbye – The Beatles

Help Me – Bryan Ferry

Help Me Rhonda – The Beach Boys

Help Yourself – Amy Winehouse

Blood Brothers – The Boss

Shell Shock – New Order

Babies – Pulp

He Won’t Go – Adele

My Life – Dido

It Must Be Love – Madness

I Still Haven’t Found What I’m looking For – U2

The Supermen – David Bowie

Statistics

Distance 10.05km

Time 1:20:54

Average Pace 8:02

Elevation Gain – 75 metres (yes I know in Holland!!!!)

De-Sausaging Sock – 12 times, maybe more

Nudeometer Reading – no naked men, just my naked foot from time to time

Pancakes – none eaten

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Done 1763.22

Kms To Run 254.78

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

30 Oct – Ciao Italia

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Today is my last day in Italy for 2018

 

Saturday Run – Done and Written Up

Sunday – 25 people for lunch – utter carnage – wonderful!

Monday – clear up the carnage – not so wonderful… 😦

Tuesday – Must Run, as we are leaving Italy tomorrow and travelling to Holland.

It’s warmish and I have timeish to go running, so I do. Okay, planning is all when going for a run. Perhaps it would be helpful to have noted down when your lady cleaner is coming to help you clean up the house before leaving.

I finish my warm-up, run towards Mill Land and a car is coming towards me, the driver waves. So do I, the driver stops and shouts ‘Jan, have you forgotten I am coming at 9am?’ – ah yes I have indeed forgotten.

A run back to the house to get that organised and then a slight panic sets in, I have agreed to meet Mr JCR later on at a specified time and place after my run is finished. Frantic, if confused exchange of messages, leave the lady cleaner behind and restart the run. Onto Mill Lane and Villa Bali, after the confusion at Villa JCR, all is quiet and tranquil. I appear to have my slow legs on today, and in truth it’s a bit of a plod. I do find if I take a couple of days rest, then my pace suffers as a consequence. At the 3km mark, I am wondering if my legs have enough stuffing to do 10km.

I have a 60s inspired soundtrack to help me – although some of the tracks are as slow as I am, which is not good for speeding up. I aim towards the Bendy, Scary Road and it’s still quiet, I see the happy, smiley lady and she nods. This is the sum total of excitement on the run today. My route takes me through Royston Vasey, and no-one is around – it’s difficult to say your goodbyes when everyone has disappeared from view.

At just over 7km, I turn off into War Of The World’s Lane and at last I see a real live human being. Two of them in fact, but one is a young guy helping a much older guy to do a gentle walk. We exchange ‘Salves’ and I move on. I am back in the wilderness again, running on my own, listening to 60s music and the gentle thud of my feet. I’d really hoped to be able to say good bye to a few of the usual folk I see, but I guess I will have to settle for saying ‘hello’ next year. I do hope Anouska and Albino, Babbo Natale and Dame Duvet have a lovely winter. this is my last Italian run for 2018, if I am lucky I will do two(possibly three) runs in Holland before returning home to London, to finish the challenge.

I wanted to reach 1750km by the end of October if I could, and I just about snuck over the line. More work to be done, but the finish line is getting that much closer…

Playlist

Ode To Billie Joe – Bobbie Gentry

White Room – Cream

Runaway – Del Shannon

Poetry In Motion – Johnny Tillotson

My Girl – The Temptations

Oh! Carol – Neil Sedaka

You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling – The Righteous Brothers

Let’s Spend The Nigh Together – the Rolling Stones

The House Of The Rising Sun – The Animals

What Do You Want – Adam Faith

Take Good Care Of My Baby – Bobby Vee

Dream Lover – Bobby Darin

The Locomotion – Little Eva

Walkin’ Back To Happiness – Helen Shapiro

Blue Velvet – Bobby Vinton

Happy Together – The Turtles

Bye Bye Love, Wake Up Little Susie – The Everly Brothers

No Regrets, The Sun Ain’t Going To Shine Anymore – The Walker Brothers

That’s Life – Frank Sinatra

Chain Gang – Sam Cooke

Why Do Fools Fall In Love  – Frankie Lymon

Sherry – Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons

Be Bop A Lula – Gene Vincent

He’s So Fine – the Chiffons

Reet Petite – Jackie Wilson

Shout – Lulu

Tell Him – The Exciters

Sweet Little Sixteen – Chuck Berry

Leader Of The Pack – The Shangri Las

You Were Made For Me – Freddie and The Dreamers

Blue Bayou – Roy Orbison

Stats

Distance 10.77km

Time 1:23:42

Average Pace 7:46

Elevation Gain – 14 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 1753.17

Kms To Go 264.83

 

 

 

 

 

 

27 Oct – I Never Got The Memo

It must be due to the clocks changing but for the first time in almost a lifetime, I was awake before Mr JCR and I made the routine mug of tea. So far so unusual, I never get up first and almost never make tea at the weekend. The spookiness of Hallowe’en has got to me. Or it could be case of eating pasta late last night and my tum grumbling a bit 😉

Either way I was out of the door earlier than usual taking in the usual long route – Mill Lane to the Cafe stop. Except today, no MR JCR in the car to take me home, I’d have to ascend the Bitch of a Pitch. Ho hum.

I did my usual warm-up and then out towards Villa Bali, where a young dad was playing with his toddler. The toddler was having his tum tickled and squealing with delight, then he moved to play with the gravel. Simple pleasures – his dad said buongiorno and I waved back. It’s nice when people are friendly – it gives you a spring in your step. With his salute ringing in my ears I made my way towards the Bendy, Scary Road and promptly got overtaken by three speedy cyclists, they shouted Salve when they went past. All I could do was wave, as they were so fast and out of sight. On my way into Royston Vasey I saw a lady runner ahead of me – wearing black shorts, American Tan tights (I spotted those when I overtook her), long black socks and a fluoro green running top. I was somewhat perplexed by the American Tan tights, unless she doesn’t have running leggings and it was a way of keeping warm.

I overtook her gradually, and made my way through Royston Vasey and then curses, who did I see ahead of me but American Tan Tights runner. Is this some kind of Hallowe’en witchery going on?  Then I remembered there is a short cut, if you are keen on running uphill. It did give me a kick up the butt and at that point I did my fastest km (in this run) at just over 6 minutes a km, but she was not going my way, so I never did catch her up.

Into War Of The Worlds Lane and I see a gentleman runner wearing black shorts and fluoro green top, is he going to mysteriously appear ahead of me despite being overtaken? The answer was no, as he changed direction and started running towards me. Okay that’s two fluoro green and black combos and I’ve only seen two runners. Further on in WOTW Lane, there are two guys doing sprint training and again in fluoro green and black. That’s 4 runners, wearing almost exactly the same clothes. I have that colour combo in my wardrobe, but today went for fluoro orange and blue. I did feel slightly left out of the clothing club, however they were nice, friendly guys and said Salve as I went past.

Obviously there’s something weird going on, I never see many runners – 4 in one run is almost a record for me; the fact they were wearing the same colours was a weird coincidence. Although, it has to be said when you look in the sports shops here, fluoro green and black is a popular mix – I think it shows off the famed Italian Adonis-like bods.

Suitably buoyed up I carried onto the cafe, hitting the 10km mark – a quick coffee and brioche and I was running back towards home. I couldn’t face the Bitch of a Pitch, so wimped out and went back along to WOTW Lane – all the fluoro runners had gone, and without fellow runners to gee me on, my pace suffered somewhat.

I didn’t get the memo on the clothing colours and my legs didn’t get the memo on only doing 9km today, but I’m not complaining.

Playlist

Disco Divas

Knock On Wood – Amii Stewart

Ring My Bell – Anita Ward

Respect – Aretha

Yes Sir, I Can Boogie – Baccara

Cruel Summer – Bananarama

Gotta Go Home – Boney M

I Feel For You, I’m Every Woman – Chaka Khan

Let’s Hear It For The Boy – Deniece Williams

Upside Down, Chain Reaction – Diana Ross

I Say A Little Prayer – Dionne Warwick

I Feel Love, Love To Love You Baby – Donna Summer

Love Come Down – Evelyn Champagne King

Rescue Me – Fontella Bass

Never Can Say Goodbye – Gloria Gaynor

Pull Up To The Bumper – Grace Jones

Somebody Else’s Guy – Jocelyn Brown

Funkytown – Lipps Inc

Heatwave – Martha Reeves

Forget Me Nots, Stir It Up – Patrice Rushen

Lady Marmalade – Patti LaBelle

Jump, Automatic – The Pointer Sisters

Car Wash –  Rose Royce

He’s The Greatest Dancer, Lost In Music – Sister Sledge

Boogie Oogie Oogie – A Taste Of Honey

Tell It To My Heart – Taylor Dayne

Don’t Leave Me This Way – Thelma Houston

I Wanna Dance With Somebody, How Will I Know – Whitney Houston

Stats

Distance 14.37km

Time 1:42:31

Average Pace 7:08

Elevation Gain 141 metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 1742.40

Kms To Do 275.60