Nearly a year ago my little brother asked me if I wanted to do some 10km race with extra obstacles. It sounded fun and would be good motivation to get fit so I said yes. That’s what led to me reluctantly joining in the mass warm-up with an over enthusiastic fitness trainer on the start line of the Survival of the Fittest race in Nottingham on Saturday.
It was tough and although I wasn’t terribly unfit I was more sluggish than I wanted to be and my little brother beat me….gutted. The whole family came out to support us which was simply splendid. The highlight for me was near the end as I negotiated the final obstacles and there at my side was my dad running alongside me cheering me on giving me a big hug at the end. It was a real flashback to the old race walking and cross country days and his enthusiasm and affection were really meaningful. Thanks dad, and the rest of the family for a great day out. I’ll get you next year Sim!