Celebrating the Back of the Packer

Most of my running life (when I could be bothered to run, that is) I've been a solid middle-of-the-pack runner. No longer. I've slowed down considerably. It could be age*. It could just be because I'm a lazy runner. I don't train hard. I don't run hard. I amble around a bit.

Because it's easier to find the positives in being a back-of-the-pack runner than getting fitter to return to the middle of the pack, I'm going to celebrate being at the back.

Let's start with value for money. I paid €60 and fees to enter my last marathon. It took me close to five hours to complete. The winner did it in half the time. What a fool. I got twice as much out of my entry fee than he did**.

So if, like me, you're always bringing up the rear, at least know that you are squeezing more out of your race fees than every Speedy McFireshoes who gets to the finish before you do.

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*It's not age, because, you know, Ed Whitlock.

**If I ignore the €1,000 Chris Mocko earned for winning the race.

Roger Overall