
Just got home from a very busy weekend.
On Saturday, it was John's stag do, so after an afternoons
Karting in Stoke - which John won, as he usually does! - it was off up to Manchester for a night out.
We had rented two apartments to stay in and were very impressed. They were in
The Light - a "Boutique Aparthotel" which is right in the centre of the city and rather plush... and with a very good view out over Manchester from the room we had on the 14th floor.
After a spot of food we headed out into town, and after a few refusals for being a group of blokes we ended up in
LOAF which despite my initial reservations was a really nice club with a reasonably priced G&T. At around 1:30 the rest of the group were looking to head off elsewhere while I bailed and headed back to the apartment... I had an early start in the morning.

Sunday was an early start after a late night as I set off from Manchester and headed south to London as Tasha was running in the marathon. With quiet motorways and some slightly optimistic interpretation of speed limits I was sat on a tube heading into Bank station by 12:30pm. Once at Bank it was a change onto the DLR and out to Limehouse to meet up with Mi, Marc and the rest of the folks at Mile 21.
After several Elvis's, a bananaman or two, and a lot of men in tutu's Tasha finally ran past... and was gone in seconds while I was still turning my camera on. For the brief moment I saw her she was looking very strong for 21 miles into her first marathon.
Once she'd run past us we headed out to Canary Wharf to find a tube station without a massive queue and head back into the centre to meet up with Tasha again after the finish.
After fighting down Whitehall and through to the meeting place at Horseguards we eventually managed to locate Tash and found out she'd run her first ever marathon in a very respectable 4 hours and 32 minutes 7 seconds.
And Tasha's first request having run a marathon - "let's find a pub"....
Labels: marathon, running, stag do
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