Holy Island Swim-run 2017
I never liked Cross country when I was a kid. We had to run a course that followed a stream around the part of town the school was located in, sandwiched between a couple of estates that I wouldn't have walked around, let alone run. For some reason, we did most of this alone. I'm sure there were teachers on the route, but I don't remember many. And I think I would have remembered Mr. Bannister bellowing from the sidelines. I'm sure this wouldn't be allowed nowadays and I hated it. Not to the extent that I would skive off, but I remember something particularly unpleasant about trudging through flooded and muddy paths in the winter. I used to play a lot of football and cricket, so I wasn't averse to exercise generally, but if there wasn't a ball to kick or catch, the interest wasn't there. Roll on 25 years. I'm standing at South Stack, Anglesey, with my sister-in-law. It's chilly in the late september air and there's a bree