More happy snapping

Why not catch a bus?

Sunday, 25 March 2007

Under normal circumstances, if you see over 25,000 people all running in one direction you would be excused for thinking that all hell had broken loose in the other direction! But today they were merely doing it for fun. Fun? A usage of the word I hadn’t previously encountered. 

The start line resembled the queue outside GUM the day they had a pair of Levi’s in stock, and the smell of wintergreen hung in the air like nuclear fallout; and everywhere the happy chatter of people about to run further in one day than I do in a week. No, make that a fortnight.

I believe it was called the Reading Half Marathon.