{"id":5533,"date":"2011-05-08T12:44:52","date_gmt":"2011-05-08T11:44:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/?p=5533"},"modified":"2011-05-08T12:45:55","modified_gmt":"2011-05-08T11:45:55","slug":"im-a-road-runner-baby","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/index.php\/2011\/05\/08\/im-a-road-runner-baby\/","title":{"rendered":"i&#8217;m a road runner, baby&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/IMG01118-20110508-09441.jpg\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-5538\" style=\"margin-top: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px;\" title=\"IMG01118-20110508-0944\" src=\"http:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/IMG01118-20110508-09441.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"478\" height=\"331\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/IMG01118-20110508-09441.jpg 800w, https:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/IMG01118-20110508-09441-300x207.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 478px) 100vw, 478px\" \/><\/a>And thirty eight minutes or so after nine, soaked to the marrow (along with fifteen hundred or so others) I did it!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">In fact technically I sort-of did it twice since it took me nearly an hour to walk back afterwards, whereupon the sun came (and remains) steadfastly out and blue skies abound, after two hours of pouring rain which even managed to wet through the \u00a310 emergency taxi money I had stashed in my joggers in case I was unable to stagger the other 4k or so which would get me home from the Sea Life Centre. And to anybody who is interested, yes, I ran the whole way and never stopped once, and even managed a wave or two!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Joining in the semi-aquatic fundraising today were a Zumba club, assorted dogs in pink tutus (I have no idea whether dogs are exempted from the gender rule), several women jogging two-to-a-pushchair and lots of ladies in fairy wings and pink grass skirts &#8211; I settled for blessed relief that I chose capris to run in rather than my usual comfy sweatpants, which like every pair of full trousers I own are far too long although they would have at least aided other participants by soaking up all the standing water on the course, and then dragging along heavily behind me like that tiresome ex who hadn&#8217;t quite got the message. For those not familiar with the event, everybody gets an &#8216;<em>I race for life for&#8230;<\/em>&#8216; back sign to wear which can be dedicated to anyone they know and want to remember on the day; the rain did several of us another favour there since my glasses were such a mess I couldn&#8217;t read too many of these and there were plenty of other not-quite-dry eyes at the starting line. And we even got Free Stuff after (water, tea, biscuits, packs of Bodyform) so worth every soggy step.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">The current Official Sponsorship Total is fast approaching \u00a3400, and special thanks to all of the extremely generous folk who have contributed so far! I have seven weeks to gather up as much as possible so all donations will still be gratefully received right up until after my London visit next month. For now, it&#8217;s sausage sandwich and hot bath time (sadly without Deep Heat, but I suspect my 3pm visitor will appreciate my not smelling like the rugby club changing rooms) and more than likely an early night. I hope to be able to move in the morning, but then I&#8217;ve always been an optimist&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>And thirty eight minutes or so after nine, soaked to the marrow (along with fifteen hundred or so others) I did it! In fact technically I sort-of did it twice since it took me nearly an hour to walk back afterwards, whereupon the sun came (and remains) steadfastly out and blue skies abound, after two hours of pouring rain which even managed to wet through the \u00a310 emergency taxi money I had stashed in my joggers in case I was unable to stagger the other 4k or so which would get me home from the Sea Life Centre. And to anybody who is interested, yes, I ran the whole way and never stopped once, and even managed a wave or two! Joining in the semi-aquatic fundraising today were a Zumba club, assorted dogs in pink tutus (I have no idea whether dogs are exempted from the gender rule), several women jogging two-to-a-pushchair and lots of ladies in fairy wings and pink grass skirts &#8211; I settled for blessed relief that I chose capris to run in rather than my usual comfy sweatpants, which like every pair of full trousers I own are far too long although they would have at least aided other participants by soaking up all the standing water on the course, and then dragging along heavily behind me like that tiresome ex who hadn&#8217;t quite got the message. For those not familiar with the event, everybody gets an &#8216;I race for life for&#8230;&#8216; back sign to wear which can be dedicated to anyone they know and want to remember on the day; the rain did several of us another favour there since my glasses were such a mess I couldn&#8217;t read too many of these and there were plenty of other not-quite-dry eyes at the starting line. And we even got Free Stuff after (water, tea, biscuits, packs of Bodyform) so worth every soggy step. The current Official Sponsorship Total is fast approaching \u00a3400, and special thanks to all of the extremely generous folk who have contributed so far! I have seven weeks to gather up as much as possible so all donations will still be gratefully received right up until after my London visit next month. For now, it&#8217;s sausage sandwich and hot bath time (sadly without Deep Heat, but I suspect my 3pm visitor will appreciate my not smelling like the rugby club changing rooms) and more than likely an early night. I hope to be able to move in the morning, but then I&#8217;ve always been an optimist&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[308,336],"class_list":["post-5533","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-my-diary","tag-race-for-life","tag-sponsor"],"aioseo_notices":[],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5533","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5533"}],"version-history":[{"count":25,"href":"https:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5533\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5560,"href":"https:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5533\/revisions\/5560"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5533"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5533"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.adoreamy.co.uk\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5533"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}