Bonjour fellow idiots, sorry, gallant runners.

'Tis I, the excuse generator...well no more. I reckon that between the twenty of us we must have at least 10 complete spines, 33 working knees, enough ibuprofen swimming in our blood streams to down a large water buffalo and a fetching collection of bruises, twists, strains and twinges and yet still we find ourselves readying for the planes, trains and automobile journeys and the inevitable blistering. cramping, muscle pulling and dehydration (and I know that the seriously injured or expectant parents would be with us too if circumstances were different). I think that says it all.

"I'll see you at the races.",

Russell