Running round Sheffield

At the weekend my sister and I did the Round Sheffield Run, a multi-stage trail run which isn't quite as serious as that makes it sound. Fifteen miles in total, through some of the prettiest bits of Sheffield. The sections in the parks and woods were timed, with the road sections being deemed 'recovery' (so no racing or overtaking or rushing). 

We did it last year, and had a great time. This year we ran with a running friend I've known for yonks, and after around eleven miles we picked up a woman who was about to drop out and cajoled her along to the end. 

This wasn't about winning (are they ever?), this was about a natter with friends and a nice bit of scenery. Somehow we managed to be even slower than last year (my fault, I suspect...)

But we didn't come last (surprisingly), and we even made it home before teatime. I came away with a large medal, a rather sore foot, and a load of angry insect bites that make me look like I have some kind of medieval plague. 

No more races for me now (not this year at least!)