April 2012

[Sweder]

Today marks three years since Chris Moyle passed away. I know, I know, doesn't seem possible it can be three years does it?

The moment was marked by myself, Chris's sister Camilla and the two Antonios with a small, informal ceremony at the place where Chris's ashes were scattered, near the top of the snake. Cam lay some red roses and I tied a purple ribbon high in the gorse bush to identify the place for passing runners who knew Moyleman. The men from Andalusia took several photos as they warmly admired the beauty and tranquility of this special place amongst the hills.

Afterwards we three enjoyed a quiet, reflective afternoon at Brighton marina, trading fond memories and reflections on a weekend of hard running.

I was somewhat premature yesterday not only in claiming my own PB but also Cam's. She reminded me that she has a 3:36 to her name from some years ago. Her aim is to crack 3:30, and based on what I saw yesterday that's well within her compass. I missed out by a full 40 seconds, my official Paris time being 3:52:08 (I had to dig out the certificate). Ah, if only I'd run that 4th Blackcap circuit last month eh? Heh heh.

What a lark this running game is.