After a long, painful, frustrating four weeks on the sofa, New Eltham saw the return of Marathon Jim to their pavements last night. As if this wasn't exciting enough for the residents of suburbia, they were also treated to the sight of a ghost in shorts for the first time in almost two months. Tiny Tom was presumed dead after contracting a particularly nasty case of the deadly knee-knack virus which has blighted the boys preparations for this years race.
Despite their long absence the residents of the magic triangle were quick to fall into the comfortable old support routine of heckling, shouting, attempting to trip and throwing debris at their London Marathon representatives. In one particularly touching case, a young and clearly overwhelmed lad raced alongside his hero but could only manage ten metres before returning to the safety of his bus stop.
This sort of thing doesn't happen in Richmond, the worst you lot have to deal with is a hill!
Despite the delights of half-term, Tom clocked up a steady base of ten miles and James put in a dream comeback eighteen. With tapering delayed by a week, the scallies and hoodlums of SE9 will get another chance to attack the Wrights before they begin to rest up for the big one in just three weeks time.
Monday, 6 April 2009
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