John
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« Reply #36 on: August 10, 2007, 12:49:25 » |
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My elderly Westbury woman friend, who is about a year older than me, was my running partner for many years. This tells its own story, as men are supposed to be physically stronger. But my elderly woman friend was usually on my shoulder in the long-distance races, her marathon time is better than mine and she would beat me in the triathlons because she can swim about three times as fast. I recall the Lanzarote cross-island race, where I pulled clear of her on the uphill, but then found her back behind me on the downhill miles to the finish, where I finally collapsed in exhaustion, a whisker ahead, to come around to find the famous Bruce Tulloh, who had finished much earlier, despite being about ten years older, standing over me in concern. That was my finest moment, as after that my running was downhill all the way. But, I am proud to say that my elderly Westbury woman friend, who is still a good long-distance runner, who I admire greatly, is still my friend.
My Mum lives in the Midlands and does not own any land around here. My elderly Westbury woman friend's Mum is very elderly and unwell, in between Watersmead and the RUH. The family lived on Station Road for many years. My elderly woman friend's Dad was a train driver and fairly well known, amongst the elderly, as a local sportsman. Charlie was a good swimmer, until, at the age of thirty, he had his foot cut off by a wagon on the tracks in Westbury. There was no compensation for accidents in those days. Charlie was given a supplementary disability pension to make up his wages after consequent down-grading from a main-line driver to a sidings driver. Charlie was always cheerful and, with his wooden leg, could still play a good game of table-tennis and excelled at snooker. Charlie was not a whinger.
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