Neither London nor Boston but internet solecisms.
Sunday 19 August 2007
Our continuing mission: to boldly drivel where no running publication has drivelled before.
Everything is still pretty much off, including the Castles, but London was still on.
Out here in the Ace Block, we don't pretend to understand this; we just report the facts.
Any articles on disk will still be gratefully received.
Jeff Aston, as regulars will recall, ran and walked his slowest London in 2000. (He just managed to keep his average time - the sort of thing Jeff would know - under three hours. His preparation this year is much better. Jeff ran his 100th Gwent League, although he's running his lowest mileage ever.
The new factor in his training is the rowing machine at the Village Gym. In aid of Comic Relief he pulled on a rope for 26.2 virtual miles: giving him his most accurately timed marathon ever in 3:15:05.1.
(Of ourse, Mick knew his average time coming into 2001. It was 2:26, which at a guess would have been around Olympic qualification standard when he was born.)
London was definitely on. I could rant a little about one rule for rugby and small races, and another for football and big ones. But Sue Mott does it so much better. It's near the end of the article.
Two vests are better than one: a still fresh Phil Cook passes a tired looking Sarah McLaughlin.
Dick Beardsley vs Mick McGeoch: now one race each.
Dick Beardsley vs Jeff Aston: 2 nil to Dick here, but the margin was much less than 20 years ago.
Well, we expect blow by blow accounts from everyone else. (John and Phil will show their faces, eventually.) While we're waiting, though, The Independent on Sunday met the Goat.
After months off the drink, Barry Johnston returned to the Guinness with an energy remarkable for a recent marathon finisher. A spokesperson for the Priory said that it is their policy never to discuss their patients.
Terry and one M. Erith (finished in 3:01).
Something like 19 years ago, Terry Caveney attempted the Cardiff Marathon. He was 21. In his prime, you might say, and he wanted to crack three hours, the now familar 'good club runners' target. He didn't do it. Not one to be daunted, he carried on not doing it for the rest of the last century. After nearly half a lifetime, with his children in their teens, and now a veteran, Terry cracked the barrier, with a fat margin of three minutes.
Marshall (as she approached a slightly wobbly Les Croups member): "Are you OK? Just stiff, is it?"
Les Croups Runner: "..And so I should be with a name like John Thomas!!"
...Even the marshall laughed. It's a true story. 'Onest,guv.
From Dave Thomas (no relation).
Moaziz Picture by Christine Riley-Jordan. Terry and Phil by Rob Evans.
A real one, from Ramiro Anzola. NB Ramiro's address and other details have changed (although the last edition has been updated), and are now as follows:
Ramiro Anzola
Av. San Bernabe 392, Casa 5
Col. San Jeronimo Lidice
CP 10200
Mexico, D.F.
Tel. +52 5 668 4331
Fax +52 5 681 1834
Safe as milk?
Anyone who's read this far without realising that our main event of the year has been cancelled due to the Foot and Mouth panic (there is no other word), can wise up now.
Things ain't wot they used to be. With dotcom stock values falling faster than a decommissioned space station, can we still bring you all the news that matters over the packet switching networks?
Swingeing personnel downsizing and budget cuts were necessary, but if we borrow only eight or nine figures, we reckon we'll last six months, maybe until Christmas.
Assistant Chief Executive Deputy Subeditor Tim Nice-But-Dim (left) inspects his new office. (Like many workers in the new economy, Tim is so dedicated he has been known to sleep in his office.)
Last updated 19 August 2007
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