Our follow up to the 5k Challenge was the Sefton Park 5 Mile Run, and I don’t mind telling you that it was bloody torturous. First lap wasn’t pleasant, and the second lap was bordering on downright self cruelty. Five mile runs, it turns out, fall right into the “bollocks to doing that again” category of events that include crashing into a wall on my mountain bike at 40 miles an hour, and running out from behind a bus.
Graeme produced a leaflet for a 10K in October when it was all over, but the way I felt at the end of the five miler he’s lucky I didn’t have the energy left to stick that leaflet where I wanted to!
There are some pictures in the gallery for those interested. Oh, the humanity.