The BUPA Great South Run 2012

British warship giving the Froggies what for

At last came an opportunity for Bud to run 10 miles around the streets of Portsmouth on a Sunday (what do you mean he's done that every week for a year?) with the Great South Run which all the PuddleDaddies promised they would enter last year when on a pub crawl. We set off about an hour after he did and just before I left, I saw him on telly (bright orange shirt and Pompey cap) overtaking someone in the HM Dockyard right by HMS Ledbury. Contrary to our agreement, we did not meet Beth at the appointed place but stood 200 yards east, and saw him go past. Then we met up and saw BethsDad go past. We are in the corner of the pic waving him on.
The sight of the 25000 runners going past was interesting, no chat whatsoever, just panting and the noise of footsteps like a million rubber raindrops upon the asphalt as they dealt with their inner pain.
Bud scored 1 hour 20 minutes (he's pants, the winners only scored no hours 45 minutes or something, and they're Kenyan like him) and got a medal and shirt and lots of sweeties and things in his goodie bag.
So then, once we'd met up again ( I took Beth round to mine so her mum could go and meet her dad) we hit her house for a splendid evening of chat and retail outlet games and hide-and-seek while the old people talked mortgages and stuff. ErinsMum needs extra vitamins, Popsmum needs extra Buddhism and everyone else needs extra sleep.