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Bedford Parkrun #7 07/04/12. Left it a bit late. 19 mins from flat-on-my-back to dead-on-my-feet. Ran up to the start from the car and just carried on (c. 10 seconds late at the start as the Stott counts). Picked myself a target off in the distance - a senior-looking fellah some 200 yards ahead in a luminous shirt and set about catching him up. It took about 4km to do so and once there I was so totally knackered the idea of passing him was more unpleasant than eating salad is to the average 10 year-old. Anyway, that wasn't part of the plan - I couldn't do that to somebody who had done so much work hauling my lardy arse round the park. It would have been downright disrespectful. At the finish I realised the only senior thing about him was the colour of his hair. Had I known this at 3km I'd have given up for sure. Funny old world the inside of my head. Cracking race. Hurrah!