Tis The Season

[Seafront Plodder]

As I type, around 200 idiots are slogging over the wind-lashed Sussex countryside in the Mince Pie 10. A 10 mile off-road slog-fest taking in some of the most slippery and steepest terrain the organisers could find - and The Great Sweder is amongst them.

Also as I type, the hail is hammering on the window and I'm in severe danger of losing a few fence panels.

The run (I can't really call it a race as those who finish it without breaking an ankle or suffering from hypothermia will be winners) started at 11am from a sports centre just 6 miles from Chez SP. My dogwalk took me in that direction so I went along to witness these brave souls at the start.

I carefully positioned myself some 50 yards up from the start line, but Sweder could not have heard my last-second shouted instructions to run to the right of the passing pack so I could capture him in all his glory. So instead, you'll have to make do with this pic of him pretending to limber up in the freezing wind.

Good luck mate. If you take over this thread we'll know you survived...