Now this is one happy guy. I’m fairly certain he’s probably the most smiley and socially engaging person I know, the sort who can talk his way into and out of most situations and sell you something, which you neither want nor need, whilst doing so.
Nick would soon be tying the knot with Esme and, whilst she was reaping the rewards from personal training with an ex-Turkish Airforce, International Body Building Champion, Nick was at it alone and was going to get me for one run. If all that wasn’t good enough, he was currently enjoying a bit (lot) of luxury before starting his new job and really was living the life of ‘Mr Pamper time’ (not to be confused with anything associated to nappies!).
So, given his pending nuptials and the fact he was well into the fitness phase that so many engaged couples get involved with leading up to the big day, we thought we’d smash out some miles in the sun early on a Saturday morning.
We met up in Tulse hill. Ran into Brockwell Park for a loop before heading across through Herne Hill to Dulwich Park for a few laps in a different setting. As it was early, we caught the first wave of park runners at Brockwell and the next wave of park runners over in Dulwich. So we had plenty of company and/or competition to spur us on. Big sweaty hugs later I was heading home via the Royal Mail Delivery Office to collect a parcel I had waiting. There was a valuable lesson learnt here that seems so obvious now looking back, but thankfully I learnt before doing any of my ultras, the ‘Something For You’ card I had carried to collect my parcel was soaked through. With Sweat. It was literally dripping. The look of disgust when I handed it over to the Delivery Office worker was priceless. I couldn’t even pretend it was raining in June! Lesson learnt. Sandwich bags are now an essential part of my running kit!
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