My life, I realise suddenly, is July

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

That’s what makes BGG the runner he is… the determination to succeed, to make it, whatever the physical cost.

Also his complete lack of scruples.  The ease to which he is prepared to cheat.   The last upward battle to the heights of Lewes and it was time to kick back and make it count.  With legs frantically pumping, eyes firmly set on the prize, I went for it,  but as I rounded the final corner, Ash was nowhere to be seen.

I waited… I back tracked… I asked someone if they had seen him… until I thought “bugger it” and headed to the pub.  And there he was, sitting in the garden with two pints of Blackcap ale in front of him, grinning and muttering, as he gently perspired into his beer, about garden walls and short-cuts.  The sod!  

Hehe. That's the Sweder we know.