As fast as my little legs would carry us

A year ago, a friend of mine posted on Facebook that she had ran the annual "CityRun" of 5.5km through the Swiss city she lived in. She posted such a festive and happy photo that I felt obliged to say that this time next year I would run with her!! Easy to say when you are 6000 km away!

So a year later, having moved half way across the world, the time came to come good on my promise.
I signed up for the run. Under a little coercion and reminders from my dear friend.

The weather was beautiful, cold but crisp. Perfect for a run round our beautiful city.

All the Christmas lights were on, the crowds were out and with a few preparatory runs under our belt, we were feeling great!

I have posted before about my sporting tendencies, namely that I have them, but I can be a little lazy when it comes to the execution. I tend to hold back, cut corners and seek out breaks. I like to preserve my energy, just in case. I mean you never know, you might get chased by a lion on the way home.

However my lovely friend, is a little different.

She gives it some. She gives it her all in fact. She does not hold back.

So following the starting gun, she dragged me round the circuit, knees high, breathing fast and going as fast as our little legs would carry us.

This in itself was fine, however when the crowds roared and shouted us on, we naturally picked up our pace. The power of motivation was impressive. There was a direct link.

I tell you, I felt the pace change to our usual lunch time jog along the river.

But we made it, and how the crowds cheered, just for us!

I think it had everything to do with the fact that we were wearing santa hats and reindeer antlers! Even the local free press showed an interest.

Where do I sign up for next year???