2008 - June

[El Gordo]

. . . blah blah blah bloody bleedin bloody eyepod runners need shootin the lotofem yada yada yada . . .

Enough on that from me already. But it'll get worse, and we'll end of with draconian bans and protests and nonsense and really it's all rather duller than a second-string training session against Trinidad and Tobago and why oh why can't runners take personal responsibility and just ditch the things on race day?

No, really; enough.

You'll be fine once you've sussed out you need sharper elbows for city races these days. Happily the 'rural' races have less zombies - I guess you can't tune in and drop out if you're running over rough terrain.

Sorry. I've stopped now.

I'm not done with it yet. Even if I start a race with the equanimity of party-pooper Dalai Lama, a sharp dig in the ribs from an open-mouthed, zoned-out loon is enough to rouse the murderous devil within.

Thing is, most of the problems are caused in the crowded stretches at the start, so perhaps there's room for a compromise. If people could at least hold off for the first couple of miles, the problem may be largely solved.