Gerry, me and Henriette – nervously ready for big things.
Numbered and ready for take-off!
Dark clouds looming just before the start.
And we were off!
Me and Henriette, still going strong early in the race.
Queu at the hanging bridge.
The marshal at the hanging bridge making sure no more than four people are simultaneously crossing.
Gerry, on the bridge.
A short sealed section at the turn-around point.
Too much energy!
Henriette on the way back across the bridge.
Roll-call at the finish, making sure that everybody made it safely back.
It’s been four months since we’ve done any running. I honestly don’t think the four 5km run-walk attempts to try and get us back on the road in February, counts for any level of fitness. I huff and puff pretty much like my mom’s bulldog just walking up the 50 metre little incline behind our house!