UP until Wednesday I was all set to race 5km at today’s Northern Road Relays. Then, late on Wednesday afternoon, I got a text message.
‘Hi Liz, would you mind doing a long leg on Saturday pretty please.’
I was at university at the time, enjoying a cuppa and a flapjack with my friends. I glanced at the message. Something had obviously gone amiss with our team.
Immediately I replied, ‘No probs,’ and carried on chatting with my friends. In fact, I carried on chatting for a good few minutes before something dawned on me.
‘How long’s a long leg?’
‘What you on about?’ My Uni-writing friends stared at me, puzzled looks on their faces.
‘Running,’ I said. ‘I’ve just signed up to a long leg and I don’t know how long a long leg actually is!’
I tried to think. Continue reading