"Four laps to go" shouted David. And then Judy shouted out my personal best time for 10,000 metres on the road. Four laps later I was the Manx track champion.
Something is wrong. Even running as slowly as I did last night, I still got a kick out of winning but really, a 56 year old wreck wheezing his way to being called Manx Champion.
It was unfortunate that the track 10k could not be held during TT week as normal and a number of potential entrants were holding back for the Northern 10 miles on Sunday. Quite sensible too as in a small community we ought to be able to come up with a fixture list which avoids clashes.
Its not easy to run 25 laps on the track. Its not easy for the enlightened to try and work the fixtures into shape. Its a lot easier just to race over and over again than to leave gaps for meaningful training.
But something is right too. There were three times as many officials as runners last night. They called out every lap time and offered drinks. I even left with a sheet of paper recording every lap time.
We have brilliant officials. Let's spend their time sensibly.
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