Weekends are the time we get to do what we choose, to relax, to
forget about work and study. But what do we actually do?
We want you to tell us about your weekends. Perhaps you do the
same thing every weekend? Or maybe, like Nick, you've recently found
yourself doing something completely different! Tell
us about it!
how did I come to (voluntarily) take part in a half-marathon on
one of the coldest days of the year?
is something I'm very new to. I've sort of dabbled in jogging in
the past - normally when my penchant for eating cakes made such
running for the fun of it? That's only something I've discovered
in the past few months. If any of you reading this are already writing
me off as one of those fitness freaks, then you'd be wrong.
there is such a thing as a right shape for running, then you can
guarantee that I'm definitely not it!! Short legs, a tendency to
pile on weight and a metal plate in my right ankle... The chances
of me taking to running were pretty slim from the beginning...
finishes - all in one piece!
as the fetching pic shows (I've discovered it's impossible to look
good whilst running!), taken to it I have. I'll never win any races,
but the buzz of taking part in the Brass Monkey has shown me that
there's so much more to it than that.
weather for the Brass Monkey meant it lived up to its name!* Piercingly
cold with frosty roads necessitated gloves and a stiff upper lip!
The race is limited to 1200 runners, and all of these places were
filled within 14 days of the entries opening in October 2004!
up to start at York Knavesmire fluorescent yellow was the colour
of the day, proving that the runners around me are those same people
you see pounding the streets in the dark.
a bang we're off! Only the level of crowding means that for the
next half-minute or so we walk forwards, and finally start running
as the faster runners snake away towards Bishopthorpe.
is the longest I've run, so I'm a bit worried about starting off
with a flourish and ending in a pile. So I do what I do when I walk
through York city centre on a busy day... I pick someone who's running
the way I think I want to and tail them!
to other runners for me is a definite no-no, I need my breath to
keep my body working. But others who are in better shape than me
happily chat away. There's a high number of runners who belong to
clubs, but there's also a fair few like me, running in plain gear
with a supermarket top on!
bore you with those long and lonely miles which made up the majority
of the race. Thankfully, at various points along the route the friendly
faces of the marshalls shout encouragement. The race is organised
by the Knavesmire Harriers, so it's nice to know that the people
handing you water and telling you to mind the speed bump have all
been there and done it!
the end in sight it's time to give it that final push, which is
about the time I realise I've nothing left to give! Finally I'm
through the finish, and after a couple of minutes of shuddering
recovery, I collect my Brass Monkey sweater and down some orange
you have a weekend tale you want to share? Perhaps you have
a Saturday ritual, or a Sunday habit you're willing to come
clean with! Get in contact by emailing firstname.lastname@example.org
race's name, Brass Monkey, comes from the saying: "It is cold
enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey"
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