How NOT to get a PB

  On Sunday, October 5, 2014 I scored a personal best in 10k and Blenheim Palace. For those regular readers the PB should mean that chicken that trounced me a few months back would have been eating MY feathers... if I had feathers. It all started out lazy enough. ¬†As the 10k was listed as... Continue Reading →

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