Yes, I did. And nine, count ‘em, NINE minutes faster than last year, a new PB.
Trumpet blowing aside, it was helped in no small part by running with Virgin Money colleague Jem Walters and his sister (on her first half marathon). They helped me keep a good pace which worked well until halfway through mile 11 when I suffered a power cut. Jem and his sister disappeared into the distance as I staggered around the last few bends and that ****ing hill that leads back to the finish line on the Norfolk showground. I did receive more encouragement at this point, as people could see the light fading from my eyes and someone even kindly read me my last rites as I clung onto a bin after scraping over the finish line. Luckily for me, Team K appeared with my Goo-Goo Cluster from Dylan’s Candy Bar which restored life back to my wheezing frame.
I should mention my Virgin Money Studio colleagues who ran this too – Rob (The Fastest Man in Virgin Money™) who came eleventh(!) place out of a field of 2,166 and Andy Bobbin, who forged a half marathon PB of one hour 32 minutes.
Again with the New York thing? Yep.
On our second trip to Gotham:-
- We stayed at the über trendy YOTEL;
- Enjoyed fabulous burgers with fabulous beer (Brooklyn Ale, ShackMeister Ale and McSorley’s Pale Ale);
- Saw the sights we didn’t last time (Ground Zero, Top of the Rock, Greenwich Village, a daytime Empire State Building, Brooklyn Bridge);
- We walked the High Line;
- We shopped like a pack of wolves;
- I indulged my half-marathon training schedule with two runs over Central Park;
- Joe had a skateboard lesson;
- Eve got a new hair do;
- Eve and Mrs K went ice skating in Central Park;
- We did all of the above under cloudless skies;
- We saw Orlando Bloom and David Byrne (not at the same time);
- I gasped at the Batmobile waiting at traffic lights;
- Joe and I went to the Paul Pope exhibition at MOCCA;
- We got arty at MOMA;
- Heard “LOVE your accents” twice;
- And had our last meal at Carnegie Diner (our favourite).
Pictures on Flickr, and Facebook if you’d like to see the full gory details.
Well, it had to happen. After all the charity days we’ve had at Virgin Money and the various sums raised by Studio members running the Virgin London Marathon, it shouldn’t be surprising that the boys in the Studio have finally got around to participating in Movember.
For those of you who aren’t aware of this extremely worthy cause, it involves the raising of money and awareness of men’s health issues (such as prostate cancer and testicular cancer to name two) and all you have to do to take part is not shave your upper lip for the entire 30 days of November. Apart from raising money for a worthy cause, Big Paul, our perma-moustachioed colleague, has said that if we raise over £1000, he will shave his moustache off on November 30th, thereby exposing his upper lip to the world for the first time in 40 years. His wife Elaine has already donated a significant sum to speed that along, much to the amusement of the rest of the Studio.
My moustache is coming along fine (I can grow hair anywhere, except my head) although I’m not sure if I look like a dodgy ’70’s Detective or a German porn star. I asked my wife what she thought I looked like, but I can’t repeat her answer as I try to keep that sort of language out of this blog.
The Virgin Money Studio Movember team page is here if you’d like to donate, which would be very nice of you. As my wife hates my burgeoning ‘tache, I’ve directed her to No-vember, a clever site that accepts donations to the cause, without Husbands/Partners/Boyfriends freaking out their other halves by morphing into walruses.