Team Ferguson and Extras was out in force again this year, a little older, a little more decrepit (with broken legs, pulled muscles, shin splints, colds and mid way toilet stops)…

Wellington turned on another beautiful day, hitting 23 degrees for possibly the only time this year, at the most inconvenient time and over 9,000 of us hit the streets en masse. And for the first time EVER one of us was in the top 1,000, even in the top 100, actually in the top 5 females. And would you believe it, it wasn’t me.

One thing about getting a wee bit fitter is (outside of bung leg and cold), running doesn’t HURT so much any more. The second half actually flew by, which, for all those who’ve had to drag me kicking and screaming to the finish line in previous years, will be a major surprise.

I’m starting to become afraid that exercise is a NORMAL part of my life now!