So the weekend before last I ran the Bolton Community Half Marathon. I ran with these two lovely people. I’ve known the bloke in the blue since I was 7 and the girl since I was 4 years old and I was at primary school with them both. The route passed by our old school which was lovely.
Having lived in this town since the dawn of time itself it’s unsurprising that the route led me past lots of points that held some memory or other for me.
I passed the house I lived in when I was 22 where my loony ex threw all my clothes out of the window into the front garden on Boxing day morning following a row about the laundry basket.
I ran past the duck pond where I used to feed the ducks with my Grandad when I was about six.
I ran past the pub where I went when I got my exam results at the age of 16. I drank five pints and was sick on the top deck of the bus going home. Charming.
I ran past the bookshop I used to work in. That was where I ended up selling a book entitled ‘Your Erogenous Zones’ to a customer who was ordering over the phone and who spoke somewhat indistinctly- they actually wanted a ‘Rogets Thesaurus’.
I ran past my Mum. She was jolly excited by the whole event. One of her friends passed me a mint imperial which kept me going.
So there you go. I didn’t run a pb but I was 20 mins quicker than last year. The course was ridiculously hilly which you’d think I’d have known considering I know the area so well but somehow I hadn’t thought about the undulations much. My knees are still a little achy.