22 Apr – Losing My Bottle


Last night Mr JCR departed these shores for a 300km night ride Audax, leaving yours truly ‘Home Alone’.

Since we were burgled over a year ago, I’m still not quite as comfortable here on my own at night. That fact coupled with Mr JCR cycling through the night in the hills of Le Marche and the notorious (in cycling circles) Il Cippo, meant that sleep was hard to come by. It was a combination of natural concern and unnecessary worry really.

I texted Mr JCR at 1 am and 3am in the morning just to satisfy myself he was still alive, and then finally around 5am, tiredness overtook me. Hence I overslept and my grandiose plans for an early morning run evaporated. The muzzy head feeling had given way to a full-blown Mrs Migraine; take the pills and don’t fret for an hour or so, as running will be nigh on impossible anyway.

One mug of tea, The Sunday Times and a migraine tablet later, I felt fine to go out. So getting my sippy bottle of water out of the fridge, I checked my plan to see what kilometrage needed doing, and it was just under 9km. Mmm, blimey it is warm over 20 degrees and sunny. I am holding one bottle and have exposed my two milk bottle white legs to the Sunday air. I hope Italians have the bottle to look at them!

I take Mill Lane, curse at the water pumping station as usual, and carry on into Lovers’ Lane. Today there are lots of families, toddlers and prams and I decide against running through those hurdles and turn back down the Hill That Kills.  Onto the bendy, scary road , which is in full sun, not a shadow to be seen.  At this stage I realise I have almost already drunk half of my water, that’s 2 and a half bottles being carried now and two of those are my legs.  Now I had really lost my bottle, and was thinking seriously of curtailing the run at 5km, given the heat.

At the 4km stage, I stopped at the local café to buy a bottle of water, this café is a bit Royston Vasey, and I am most definitely not considered a local.  I thought as a minimum I could buy more water and just do the 5km. I go to the fridge, try and open the door, which appears to be resisting my best efforts. The owner growls something about pulling it harder, so I yanked it hard and all of the bottles jingle jangled in a chorus of humiliation. I apologised, took my water, paid and left hastily.

Outside some frantic rearranging of the water load, I now had a bottle in each hand, looking like water-filled dumb bells. The extra cool water really helped and I got over the 5km mark and was on the slope downwards to the fish shop village. Running past the church, today was obviously some kind of special Mass, with lots of very smart people spilling out on the pavement, a little girl in a black tutu skirt, her brother in what looked like a full on dinner jacket ensemble.  I skirted past them and thought if I could manage 8kms, then I’d call it quits.

Running past the fish shop in some very welcome shade, I had a decision to make – continue on my usual route to do 10km and then finish off with an uphill 5km walk or turn around and see how far I could go back up the bendy, scary road.

I bottled it. I decided turning around would be the easier option. That’s what I did and then forgot the age old runner’s truth, that when you have an audience, you can’t quite bottle, no matter how much you might want to. First hurdle a small side street with 5 workmen in high-vis (which I am still perplexed by, Italians generally don’t work on Sundays, and if you ask some of our Italian friends, Italians in high-vis, don’t work ever!). With my high-vis audience and their scary dog, I ran at full pelt up the road. That was hard and stupid. A few moments respite and back up the bendy, scary road.

The church is still spilling out its congregation, more people watching ‘well JCR that means you have to continue running up that bloody hill’. I certainly wasn’t fast and then saw that I was close to 9km. Getting close to the magic 9, I saw in the distance a fellow runner, he was dressed in ninja black, but it is fair to say I was running faster than him, I was going up-hill and he down.

As I now know we have a thing called runners’ karma, which is to always wish fellow runners good luck and not to make judgments about them. I went past him I said bravo and he thanked me and picked up his pace. Naturally I did the same – how bloody stupid are you JCR? I couldn’t hold it for long and nor could he. I stopped for a breather and he slowed to a walk. Still respect to him, at this stage it must have been 24 or 25 degrees in full sun.

I checked out Map My Run, and had done 9.36km, if I did just 10 then that would be a good result on a hot day. I managed just about to do it. After what had been a lousy start to the day, where for the very first time I had seriously thought of curtailing a run, I re-found my bottle.

And I now think the abstemious lunch with K&C helped me out, had I drunk just a teensy bit of alcohol on Saturday, then I guess I would have bottled on my run.

Oh and by the way, Mr JCR didn’t bottle his ride, he managed 300km in 16 hours 20 minutes, through the night, up hills, down dales in the dark, oh and no incidents, no scars, no injuries, just a job well done.


Don’t Look Back In Anger – Oasis

Have A Nice Day – Stereophonics

Bitter Sweet Symphony –The Verve

Freedom – George Michael

Disco 2000 – Pulp

Hope – Shaggy, Prince Mydas

Come As You Are – Nirvana

Stay Away – ditto

Body Movin’ – Beastie Boys

U Can’t Touch This – MC Hammer

What Time Is Love – People of K Feat. Crystal

Creep – Radiohead

I’ve Been Thinking About You – David Vendetta, London Beat

Firestarter – Prodigy

It’s Like That – Run – DMC

Hush – Kula Shaker

Mambo No 5 – Lou Bega

Ocean Spray – The Manics

You Stole The Sun From My Heart – Ditto

The Beginning – Seal

Handbags and Gladrags – Stereophonics

Shanti- Banco De Gaia

TNT For The Brain – Enigma

Step On – Happy Mondays


Distance 10.21km

Time 1:23:24

Average Pace 8:10 (sun effect)

Elevation Gain 95 Metres

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run 701.52 (yes over the 700km!!!)

Kms Still To Do 1316.48

21 Apr – When Good Intentions

are kept. I know, who knew that was possible?

Our very good friends K&C passed by, having spent a few days in Abruzzo on their way back home to Northern Italy.

Today is a special day, an historic day, as we say in Italiano ‘irrepetibile’  for the K&C family and Mr & Mrs JCR. Today, we lunched both well and wisely. We ate, and we drank water, lots of water, followed by water.

Usually our lunches start with a snifter, or two, followed by a bottle of vino or two, and the vino gets followed by a digestivo, then lunch morphs into dinner, evening snifters, nightcaps. You get the drift. Usually a lunch invitation involves an overnight stay and a drying out day. For goodness sake, we even have wine vines growing in our garden, which are coming on a treat. Still we stayed vino free.

Today is however different for a number of reasons:-

  1. The K&C clan are en route home and both driving, hence no alcohol
  2. For my Alzheimer’s challenge, I am running this afternoon, with temperatures of over 20 degrees and full sun, hangover running is to be avoided at all costs – hence no alcohol
  3. Mr JCR is doing a 300km Audax (bike ride) overnight, in the scary dark, and up and down mountains – hence no alcohol

To my shame, I did suggest a white wine spritzer, but was shouted down most politely by the other three.  So we lunched well, and wisely. Which perhaps was all to the good, when I set out for my little run this afternoon. My feet resemble a battleground and various plasters and ointments are being brought into service, to get me round. After yesterday’s long run of 12km, I decided a short, cheeky six clicks, would be just the ticket.

I set out to Seal’s ‘The Beginning’, down the Slope of Hope, past the barking balcony house – they were quiet today. Up the Hill That Kills, and to be honest it did a damn fine job of having a go at me. I have to admit to one stop, I was pooped and hot and yes I know this is less than 1km from the house. But it was after a lovely lunch – that’s my excuse. Anyway I summoned up what little energy and enthusiasm I had and continued down Lovers’ Lane – no lovers there today, it’s too early in the day and the season. Only languid, lounging families lolling on the grass outside Villa Bali, wondering at the stupidity of a middle aged woman running in the afternoon sun.

Back out to Mill Lane past the water pump station – aarrgghh. I mooched on down the Slope of Hope again, all was quiet through the village not a creature was stirring. I hooked a right into Laundry Lane past our friends’ house, bathed in the late afternoon sun, and passed two dog walkers  – one with his dog on a lead. The other just had a dog lead, I never did see a spare dog. Maybe he hasn’t really got one and just carries a lead as a wishful desire? Or he is the ‘spare lead’ person for the original dog walker?

In truth, I know he has a dog, because I’ve seen him before. But his dog had definitely gone awol.

Laundry Lane has a gradual incline and a couple of what I call uppy/downy bits – you can tell my technical running lingo is coming on leaps and bounds with the aid of this challenge. At just beyond the 5k mark on on one of those uppy bits, Prodigy and ‘Breathe’ came on my playlist – never was an instruction so well timed. I continued on towards our friend’s house, and decided that six kms was enough.

Today was marked by good intentions being kept for lunch, but as I found out when I got back home and checked my running plan, I should have done 9km. Perhaps I could have actually checked my plan before going out – that would have been another good intention. Oh well another incident to be filed under Stupid Tart Syndrome

Face Colour – Salsa Red – that’s because it was only 6 clicks…

Good luck to all London Marathon runners tomorrow, my feet are shredded doing this challenge, heaven alone knows how you manage doing 42kms in one go.


Seal – The Beginning

Cafe Del Mar – Energy 52, Three N One

Little Fluffy Clouds – The Orb

Shanti – Banco De Gaia

Handbags and Gladrags – Stereophonics

Some Might Say – Oasis

She’s Electric -Ditto

Hush – Kula Shaker

Breathe – The Prodigy

Drop Dead Gorgeous – Republica

Come As You Are – Nirvana

So Why So Sad – The Manics

Have A Nice Day – Stereophonics

Sleepy Maggie – Ashley MacIsaac

TNT For The Brain – Enigma


Distance 6.33km

Time 47:22

Average Pace 7:29 (I know,  that’s hopeless)

Alzheimer’s Challenge

691.31 kms run

1326.69 still to do

Maybe tomorrow I can break the 700km barrier?







20 Apr – Hypocrites R Us




It is 24 degrees here – yes cooler than the UK but still my first run in proper heat. I am no stranger to running in the heat, in fact last year I had to deal with the summer of Lucifer as they called it here.

A recent post from a fellow C25Ker asked for top tips for running in the heat and this is what I wrote in response to him:-

1. Generally it is better to run in the morning as in the evening the buildings will reflect heat back out and it can be a killer, especially if you’re not used to it.

2. Spec out your running route at the time of day you will usually run it and look for shady areas – these will be your friends when running. Identify suitable water stops – cafes, fountains etc, for the same reason.

3. Very lightweight running layers – vest/shorts if possible, the only thing I don’t go light on is running socks – the padding protects your feet. Dress as if it was 10 degrees hotter than the outside temperature.

4. If very hot, dampen your running vest so that the breeze cools you as you run

5. Do the same to your head, and if you enjoy a full head of hair – put conditioner on it, to stop it frying in the heat. If you don’t have a full head of hair use sunscreen/wet running hat.

6. Make sure you are well hydrated the day before you run

7. I take a small ‘sippy’ bottle of water with me when running, because I find it helps keep me cool – to make it more effective I half fill with water the night before and put in the freezer, then I top up with cold water just before running. This is contentious not least because carrying water puts your body out of running balance, but the NHS guide does allow you to do this. It also has a secondary benefit of keeping one of your hands very cool! And if you swap hands during running – both of them!

8. Suncream…

9. Mosquito repellent – you can and will be bitten if you go out early – the little blighters hang around

10. Expect your natural running pace to deteriorate – your body in the heat is trying to do two things – run and keep you from overheating. As an example I find my ‘natural’ pace worsens by up to 2 minutes a kilometre in the summer over winter. It can be worrying and you run faster to keep your old pace – that can be very dangerous if you’re already hot.

11. Don’t get macho and start introducing hills into runs if you’ve never done them before, hills and heat are also a very bad combination.

So how many of my tried and tested top tips did I use today? – that’s right 3 of them. And one of them isn’t a tip, just an observation really. Ignoring these helpful tips, I struggled to do 12kms today, and got picked up by Mr JCR to take me for a gelato. I forgot to stop Map My Run, so it added in the gelato stop…

Damn good job I am not in the London Marathon on Sunday. With temperatures expected to soar, my top tips would be sorely needed and as a fully paid up member of Hypocrites R Us, I wouldn’t be taking any notice of them anyway. The final photo shows the distinct lack of shade this afternoon and I wanted to cry. My first pic made me smile – I was in the local DIY superstore this morning, and I found ‘Bastarda’ filler, now I wonder if B&Q will start stocking such a fab product, presumably it fills anything, one calls a bastarda.

In summary, today was a bastarda of a run and no-one’s fault but my own. First rule of Hypocrites R Us club, what happens in club stays in the club. Second rule of Hypocrites R Us club; you don’t need to follow the rules.


Crazy In Love – Beyonce

Hungry Like The Wolf – Duran Duran

Is She Really Going Out With Him – Joe Jackson

Change – The Lightning Seeds

Mony Mony – Billy Idol

Let’s Go Crazy – His Purple Highness

I Won’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me -Nik Kershaw

Two Tribes – Frankie Goes To Hollywood

China Girl – David Bowie

Scooby Snacks – Fun Lovin’ Criminals

The Jean Genie – David Bowie

Upside Down – Paloma Faith

By The Way – Red Hot Chilis

Common People – Pulp

Blue Monday – New Order

Let’s Spend The Night Together – David Bowie

Personal Jesus – Depeche Mode

(Forever) Live and Die – OMD (twice)

Doginbag – The Fratellis

Marvin Gaye – Phuth and Traynor

Sign Of The Times – Harry Styles

Just Can’t Get Enough – Depeche Mode

Maid Of Orleans – OMD

London Calling – The Clash

The Reflex – Duran Duran

Barbara Ann – The Beach Boys


Distance 12.13km

Time 1:34:45

Average Pace 7:48 (mins/km) after gelato recalibration

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms run to date 684.98

Kms to do 1333.02






18 Apr – It’s All about Ohs and Ahs

On the radio the other day I heard a deejay talk about signs that you are getting old. The indisputable evidence includes:-

  1. Saying ‘When I was a lad/lass’, ‘In my day’, ‘Youngsters today…’
  2. Groaning when sitting down
  3. No longer sitting cross-legged on the floor

I admit to number 3, but in fairness I avoided doing it (a) once I was old enough to afford chairs, and  (b)  when I wasn’t forced by my parents to sit on the floor when the old rellies came to visit for ‘tea’ and they took up all soft seating options.

The groaning – mmm not when sitting down, but with the running challenge I groan pretty much every day. An ‘oh’ when I realise it is yet another running day, and no it’s not a rest day. An ‘ah’ when the run is done. An ‘oh’ when I look at my tech and realise it hasn’t synched (actually the Oh is usually suffixed with an ‘eff’). An ‘ah’ when I realise I’ve passed another mini-milestone. An ‘oh’ when de-sausaging then an ‘ah’ when I hit my steaming hot shower.

In Italy ‘oh’ at the end of a word, generally denotes words of a masculine gender and an ‘ah’ feminine. There are exceptions, but it’s a good rule of thumb. The meaning of a noun  can also be changed quite significantly by the use of an ‘oh’ or an ‘ah’. For example, there is a road on one of my running routes called Via Prugneta, which is more or less Plum Lane. If you change the ending to prugneto, as I did once in error, you elicit gasps of outrage or giggles from your Italian friends. It’s an impolite word for a certain part of the female anatomy.

This extends to other words – a similar ending occurs on a friend’s name – he is called Marco – one is a perfectly harmless nickname, the other less so.

And so to my run, it was 8 kilometres of ‘ohs’ as my poor bod wondered what on earth I was doing, both legs were aching everywhere, I’d been bitten by some kind of nadger, so that was itching, but the flowers on the lanes were out, so that was an ‘ah’ moment. I stumbled in the road ‘oh’ and when you look at the pic above you can see why ‘ah’ that will be a rubbish road surface then…

I finished up near the now infamous ‘Via Prugneta’ she is a cow, she is steep and hard and so I didn’t run up her – I stopped the clock and walked instead. ‘Ah’ JCR you are a coward.


Snail – the Smashing Pumpkins

Happy – Pharrell Williams

Smile – Lily Allen

Tigerfeet – Mud

Smile – Gregory Porter

Ice Ice Baby – Vanilla Ice (twice)

Under Pressure – Queen and David Bowie

Easy – Commodores

Nowhere Fast – Eminem and Kehlani

Love In An Elevator – Aerosmith

Compression – Digilio and Accorsi

One Step Beyond – Buster

Rest – Charlotte Gainsbourg

To Jan – Leonard Anderson (this is not aimed at me this is in recognition of a C25K Forum mentor)

Miami Vice Theme – Jan Hammer

Never Gonna Give You Up – Rick Astley

Runnin’ Down A Dream – Tom Petty

Ju Ju Man – Dave Edmunds

Marathon – Rush

The Streak – Ray Stevens

Help – The Beatles

There Are More Questions Than Answers – Johnny Nash

The Winner – Status Quo


Distance 8.45kms

Time 1:01:51

Average Pace 7:19 (mins/km)

Alzheimers Challenge

Kms Run 672.85

Kms To run 1345.15

Oh yes and I have now run 1/3 of my challenge target which is 672.66 kms and we are not yet 1/3rd of the way through the year. that’s a very satisfying ‘ah’









17 Apr – Ciao Ciclisti

Seven cyclists seen as follows:-

1 guy wearing a lemon and lime combination – looked like a can of Lilt on a bike

2 young men wearing snazzy dark green and fuchsia kit, with matching helmets – very Queer Eye for The Straight Guy, combined as it was with stunningly sculpted cheekbones and yes that was both of them. Mini Michelangelos

2 ninja cyclists wearing all black and assuming the racer position

1 wearing the Italian flag all over, his cycling shorts were wearing a little thin, I don’t wish to clarify any further

Finally, 1 Panser (a member of Mr JCR’s Italian cycling club) – I said hello, he said ‘what’. I said ‘hello I am the wife of Mr JCR’. he wobbled, said ciao and carried on. I have a feeling he was cursing me as he wobbled on, as I had been running downhill and he was struggling uphill.

No runners, except for one orange, blue, pink and green outfitted middle-aged woman runner. I think I need the Queer Eye guys, to give me a once over.., 🙂


Especially for Cat – this is another of my random ones – based on Transport methods!

Drive – The Cars

Sailing On the Seven Seas – OMD

Driving In My Car – Madness

Hey, Soul Sister – Train

Last Train To Clarksville – The Monkees

Big Yellow Taxi – Counting Crows

Night Boat To Cairo – Madness

Ocean Drive – Lighthouse Family

Riders On the Storm – The Doors

They Shoot Horses Don’t They – Racing Cars

Skateboarding – Xinobi

Walk This Way – Aerosmith

Don’t Pay The Ferryman – Chris De Burgh

What I Go To School For – Busted

Drive My Car – The Beatles

Ship Of Fools – Erasure

Airport – The Motors

Surfin’ USA – The Beach Boys

She Has Funny Cars – Jefferson Airplane

99 Red Balloons – Nena


Distance 10.59km

Time 1:15:53

Average Pace 7:09 (mins/km)

Alzheimers Challenge

Kms Run To Date 664.4

Kms to Run 1353.60



16 Apr – Tee-Shirts, Tech and Tetchiness

The PR lady at Alzheimer’s Research wants some selfies. I hate selfies, she wants some selfies as they are going to do a mini feature on my fund raising running here and in the UK. Unfortunately most of my UK runs just show landmarks and so it was this morning, I was running through the Arco D’Augusto in Fano, to ‘star’ in a running photo shoot.

As you can see in orange, me looking decidedly pregnant in a sunny, but not quite so warm Fano. Hence, the doubling up of tee-shirts. Home for lunch and then a quick rest, before popping out for my usual first run of the week, aiming to do more than 10km if I can. It’s warmer now, but still quite breezy on the top of the hill, so I decide to remove the orange tee and just run in the base layer and the bra-let.

I have a 12k loop – down the Slope of Hope, up the Hill that Kills, on to Lovers’ Lane, back down the Slope of Hope, onto the Bendy, Scary Road, through Fish Shop Village and finishing at our local coffee shop. It’s a well known route for me and is exactly 12.13km.

Except first  I have a tech problem, the GPRS seems suspect after thunderstorms last week, so it keeps losing the first 2.7ms of the run. Second I get a tetchy problem, after some stupid Italian man, decided that steering his car towards me around a blind bend, one handed whilst simultaneously texting on his phone, would be a perfectly normal thing to do.

I deployed the f..kwit expletive, and if I could have done I would have kicked his car.

Trying to rediscover my running calmer karma, I am pootling on the bendy scary road and hurrah, a bus coming towards me on a bend toots to warn me. That was nice of him, so I smiled and put my hand up.  This is my first run when the temperature has been above 20 degrees, and I’d forgotten just how warm it gets. Had I got water with me? No, of course not – that would have been way too sensible. So at this stage, the second pink base layer got removed. After some minutes of clothing wrestling it came off, leaving a red sweaty middle aged woman sporting a bralet top. Thank heavens it was siesta time and there was no-one to witness the almost de-sausaging.  and the abundance of white flesh… Yeeugghh.

Running by the fish shop in full afternoon sun glare, I felt very very hot and trotted on, past two nonnas taking their grandchildren for a stroll. Beyond a mini building site where one of the construction guys said ‘Ciao’ – I managed a Ciao in return, but now am wondering whether it may be seen as a come on. Middle aged woman in a  semi-naked top half talking to strange men – I better change my route or strada as we say here, in case he’s got any ideas…

Three tee-shirts for running today, one tech failure, one big tetchy moment, but it was lovely running in the sun, I’d quite forgotten what that big yellow orb is.


2468 Motorway – Tom Robinson

I Can’t Help Myself – Four Tops

Five Years – David Bowie

She Will Be Loved – Maroon 5

Morning Train ( 9 to 5) – Sheena Easton

Perfect 10 – The Beautiful South

People In Love – 10cc

The Eleven Rap – Dark Punk

21 Seconds – So Solid Crew

12 – 1975

Thirteen Sad Farewells – Stu Larsen

Sixteen Going On Seventeen – Charmian Carr, Dan Truhitte

Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen – Neil Sedaka

Edge of Seventeen – Stevie Nicks

18 Til I Die – Bryan Adams

19 – Paul Hardcastle

24k Magic – Bruno Mars

20th Century Boy – T Rex

30 Minute Love Affair – Paloma Faith

99 Red Balloons – Nena

96 Tears – & The Mysterious

Love Shack – B52s

21 Guns – Green Day

18 With A Bullet – Pete Wingfield


Distance 12.53km

Time 1:23:06

Average Pace 6:37

Elevation Gain 13 metres (we lost some due to the GPS issue)

Alzheimer’s Challenge

Kms Run So Far 653.80

Kms Still To Do 1364.20


14 Apr – When Straight-lining Isn’t Helpful


The GPRS is playing up, so today the app decided it took me over 10 minutes to run a kilometre, which even by my snail standards is a tad slow. It had already decided at the beginning of my run that I’d sprinted across olive groves, fields of wheat and ignored the roads. So in essence I was about 350 metres down on my measurements of this run. In the challenge I don’t need my app to try and do me favours by straightening my routes, I need all the lumps, bumps and curves I can get.

Speaking of which these lumps, bumps and curves may have set the scene for today’s run as it was all skin and blister. I’ve developed a rather large blister on the top of my big toe  (eeuugghh). No need for a spoiler alert – there isn’t going to be a frightening pic of my goat’s hoof, no-one deserves see it. Except for Mr JCR that is, who had the unenviable task of telling me what it was, seeing as neither my driving glasses or reading glasses, gave me the optical depth of field to see what this thing was on my toe. He manned up and duly gave me the diagnosis, ‘it’s a blister, something has been rubbing the top of your toe’

This is my first honest to goodness visible runner injury since starting the challenge. One blister in almost 650 km, that means I’ve only got another 2 and a bit blisters to the end of the year. Bet you’re looking forward to those updates.

To the run – a quiet warm Saturday afternoon, hardly anyone around, I managed to make about 5km before my first narrow miss, when a very old Fiat Cinquecento and its even older owner, was so dazzled by my pink geometric capris, that he seemed to aim his car towards me. Eek.

With my heartbeat returning somewhat to normal I entered the fish shop village where rampaging hordes of pre-teens came out onto the barely there pavements. One group decided walking three abreast on a teeny tiny pavement would be just the thing to do to a middle aged wheezing runner, so she got pushed out into the road.

My Italian friends M&G say that I am allowed to swear as much as I like in English because nobody knows the words, therefore my swearing doesn’t count. Calling three 12 year olds ‘f..kwits’ doesn’t count then. And I’m sure there’s some point in life when English swear words are known – let’s assume it is older than they were, otherwise I may face some local vigilante action. It’s not as if there are lots of batty middle aged English women running the roads of Le Marche, to make me difficult to find. Especially in these snazzy capris.

About two clicks from the finish, everything else went to plan, except when passing two old ladies one who had one of those rat dogs on a leash – and it went for my ankle. That got some choice English language too.

Todays stats for my run, one f….d GPRS, 3 f..kwits, 1 eff off, 1 blister and 9 more effing kms in the bag.


Say My Name – Destiny’s Child

Love Is All Around – The Wets

I Will Always Love You – Whitney Houston

Killing Me Softly With His Song – The Fugees

Nothing Compares 2 U – Sinead O’Connor

Dub Be Good To Me – Beats International

The Power – SNAP

Killer – Adamski, Seal

The One And Only – Chesney Hawkes

Dizzy – Vic Reeves And The Wonder Stuff

End Of The Road – Boyz II Men

Would I Lie To You? Charles and Eddie

Oh Carolina – Shaggy

Cream – His Purple Highness

Gangsta’s Paradise – Coolio

Move Any Mountain – The Shamen

Devotion – Nomad

The Key, The Secret – Urban Cookie Collective

Everybody’s Free – Rozalla


Distance 9.23km (estimate because of GPRS failure)

Duration 57:42

Average Pace: 6:15

Elevation Gain 36 metres

Alzheimers Challenge

Kms Run 641.28

Kms to do 1376.72