Today it's the Mathew Walker Christmas Pudding Run at Shipley Park where all runners get, yes you guessed it, a Mathew Walker Christmas Pudding. These usually hang around our house all year long as we're not great Christmas Pudding eaters.
Unfortunately due to my unhealthy obsession with getting injured I deferred entering this race assuming that the inevitable would happen. By the time it didn’t, the race was full.
L does it though, as does Daughter and L's sister. Naturally the boys and I go along to offer up our support although unfortunately I forget to take the balls to keep them occupied. I resort to sticks, none of which the Lad will let MD have. Instead he tries to cram as many into his mouth as he can.
It's not the most exciting of races and I'm not training for anything at the moment, so I can't say I'm jealousy of the girls doing it but they all seem to enjoy it.
(Sunday 18th November)