A cluster of Dodgers set off mid afternoon for the customary pack run from the White Lion. Somewhat less customary was the sharp run up hill to get us going. What followed left me somewhat bemused - as Gary and I decided to make this into some form of fartlek where we ran hard up any hill we saw, threw ourselves down the other side, and were given to quick sustained (for us) bits on the flat. Having blazed a trail and not noticing anyone passing us - we found ourselves some distance behind the back of the pack!. We ran through peoples gardens, over and under roads and canals, round and round in big circles and surely given the positional shift through a little known black hole in the neighbourhood. More evidence of this was the serious malfunction of GPS watch device after the run which decided to try and take me to Skipton. Also one runner started with a BMW key in her pocket and at the end of the race it was in the pocket of another runner who wasn't running with her - now don't tell me that doesn't clinch the black hole somewhere near Kildwick theory.
So Gary and I ran 10km and are officially 3mins younger than when we started.
