Another bribe, of sorts, to BB so she would also partake in the experience.
Of course, considering she whipped my arse yet again, I am now seriously thinking about asking for my money back. Although that might be counterproductive as then I really would have noone to
Anyway - whinging will get you nowhere aside from the naughty step. So I will just weigh her down with rocks next time. That should do it (no idea how I will put this plan into action yet, advice welcome...).
Yesterday saw a number of women - some 12,000 plus to be precise - take part in the Adidas 5k in Hyde Park. To my delight Vegemitevix and Nova were there too, more about that later.
Considering I don't 'do' crowds, I thought my tolerance was good.
|Has anyone seen my dog? Small, inconspicuous...|
I looked at the bottle afterwards. "Equivalent to one strong cup of coffee," it said. I had already had one of those, a real one, not more than an hour earlier. Hmmmm.
"Did you take the Energy Elixir I gave you?" BB asked me.
"Ummm, yes, that too," I admitted, now somewhat sheepishly.
I am reading the back of the Elixir box now.
It states (I quote) 'Just one tube daily, that's all it takes.'
Okay, so that is why I had palpitations all the way round the course, shallow breathing and a heart rate of 184.
Hey, you live and learn. At least I also lived to tell the tale. And finished.
So, BB says "We are going to do this in under 25 minutes."
Is she crazy? Best I usually do for 5k is 27 minutes, and that's pushing it.
Never mind. We wangle our way into the start-up zone, the 'sub-25s'. Not more than three metres in front of us are the world champions, rearing to go. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Or pee in my pants.
I turn to BB and say, "This is a joke, right?" and then the horn goes and we're off and it's all a blur and a mass of arms, bodies, legs and BB pulls ahead in the fourth kilometre and I somehow manage to sprint the last five hundred metres to finish.
Okay, so BB's was 24.32, but she didn't 'experiment' with power shots, so I guess I win for surviving.
|Note how LCM has managed to raise herself from the prostrate position |
and is clinging on to BB for dear life
And then there was the goodie bag.
|What would they have put in a 'men's only race' goodie bag, eh? Beer tokens?|
But best of all was having a meet-up and laugh with my lovely blogger friends afterwards.
Well done ladies. You done us all proud.