We love an anniversary, particularly when someone mentions that bacon scarnies might be on the cards. This morning was the 100th Twitten Run. A 100 Sunday mornings since some silly sod suggested to two other silly sods that running the Twittens might be a fun thing to do.
We were six this morning; the three founding silly sods, plus David ‘Keere Street’ Stacey – a man who missed the first, but has been a feature of many since; the infamous Nick Williams; and Radar who lives at the bottom of a Twitten so had little excuse. Sadly, for such a landmark run, we were missing a couple Twitten stalwarts: Tom Roper was busting his moves at a cross country race; and James Mccauley, inventor and master of the Mccauley stretch, was AWOL up north.
And what a six we were. If ever there was an advertisement for healthy living and the wellbeing that comes from running. Honestly, if you closed your eyes, you’d have thought you were on a geriatrics Christmas outing to Butlins. Rob bust a gasket on Keere Street, Nick was only firing on three of his usual four cylinders, Radar was recovering from two weeks of lurgy, I pretty much coughed up what was left of my lungs, and Ash… well… sometimes what happens on the Twittens needs to stay on the Twittens. He got around tho’, at the half way point this was debatable.
Twittens done, it was into Ground Coffee for the traditional order, before we trotted back up a Twitten to Rob’s new gaff for delicious bacon scarnies. If it wasn’t for the running, this Sunday morning tradition would be great.
