Saturday 15th April 2023. The day that 723 chickpeas were transported from the bottom of Queen’s Park to the flagpole at the top, via the most direct route possible, an elevation gain of approximtely 40m each time. Each rep started by taking a chickpea from a jar at the bottom of the hill, where
Ellen and I are paired for leg 4 of the Hodgsons Brothers Mountain Relays. I’m nervous because, well… it’s Ellen. But I’m armed with the usual set of excuses a runner can have, sore foot or injury, not ran races recently, have been under the weather, covid infection 4 months ago blah blah… Both nervous
*disclaimer* this account contains exaggeration used for effect My journey to the FRA’s started abruptly on a Thursday morning after being woken early by my friends Mum in a town somewhere outside of Munich, Germany. Having set my alarm on my running watch which was still set to UK time (an hour behind) I was