Eyes locked on Trig, I gave it some welly and was determined to get this drink to him and make it to the next stop where the lads would be waiting and I could retire back to my average but comfortable running career. I eventually caught Trig up and tried to explain what had happened and that it was time for me to leave it to the real athlete's. I made it to the next stop where Mark would take me back to the hotel to get my van, get changed and I'd drive him back to rejoin Trig on this brutal run.
This is the point where I reveal the ongoing torture for myself and my 'mates' who still take the piss about that run to this day. I stopped my watch when I got to Mark and Matt waiting for us at the bottom of Pen y Pass. My watch had recorded 14.66 miles. On the drive back to the hotel I was having a moan to Whittle about how disappointed I was not making it to 15 miles. After all that effort you tend to focus on the small little things and this had pissed me off, 14.66 miles just didn't have the same ring to it as 15.
Little was I to know that this would be a running joke for the next year between myself, Mark, Matt and Trig. If I'd just ran 15 miles on that day, the world, especially my world would've been a better place. Mark Whittle being one of the boys and after only knowing me for one day knew exactly our type of humour and had told Trig how pissed off I was about not reaching 15 miles.
When I caught Trig up later on in the run I asked him how he was feeling. His answer with an evil grin on his face was: "Well, the thing is Dan if you'd ran 15 miles you'd probably know" that was it, we all just burst into laughter, I called them all the names under the sun and it's has haunted me ever since (wankers). In fact, I'd just like to add that since that day I have run over 15 miles on a few occasions, hahaha.