It was suggested yesterday that we all contribute to the blog and I heartily agree. This was the first submission, which may, or may not, have been from Johnny.

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I woke up this morning remembering the promise I set myself last night — today you become the local legend. 

This daunting task seemed like a pipe dream before I set out on this task. But here I am. I think I worked it out correctly, once my run ends today, and it syncs to Strava, that label gets attached. The local legend. Ok, I admit the route isn’t that popular, but the task is still not the low hanging fruit you might be led to believe.

Last nights preparations paid off, my kit was on the floor ready for me, gels in hand, and isotonic drinks aplenty – but I start to doubt myself, was this the right choice? 

It seems milder than I first thought. Anyway, I lace up and start. 

The humidity felt higher than normal – not that I was complaining but maybe my focus on that made me forget about the terrain. Very bobbly and had to have my wits about me, I don’t like having to focus looking down on what I thought was familiar territory. 

Strong start given the conditions, I hit the main stretch, long downhill with a dogleg left. I had to catch my breath, maybe I was going too fast, only needed 10 seconds, needed to get back into sync. I also put U2 back onto Spotify – not my favourite band of all time, but my running jam. I try and pick up the pace every time Bono breathes in sharply. It’s funny how we get motivated. 

The end is in sight and yes, I did it. Local legend.

0.03Km – 23 seconds. Downstairs sprint. 

J. Brock