The race was run on Thursday last week, it has taken me a whole week to recover. I didn’t just lose… I was thrashed. I was overtaken at the end of the first lap and my eleven year old nephew Harry was never sighted again… until the finish line when he ran back and helped me run the final stretch. Harry is the Champion and these pictures prove it. I love Harry because he never stops trying, year after year he kept on racing, he kept on improving and eventually he won. So now the training begins… I am determined to beat him next year but I need to get fit and to lose a few pounds.