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It might be my birthday today but as an official old man I can't let that stand in the way of training - no way - and so I jumped out of bed bright and early this morning. OK given that it's also Father's Day it might have been nice to have got something (anything) in bed but don't worry; I'm storing all of this stuff up for the teenage years! So once again a select group met up by the Heath; me, Michael, Adam, Mark, Amanda and Josie (fresh off of the plane). Just about the perfect number if you want to stick together without too many breaks and on a day like this no one was going to rain on my parade.

We happy few - before taking even a single step!

So where did we let all of this enthusiasm take us? Well down the hill to Golders Green and then somehow gravity took over as found ourselves dragged towards the A41 and Brent Cross. Only by dint of massive effort did we manage to turn this ocean liner around and avoid ending up in Top Shop! Instead we skirted Hendon Park and got just a little bit lost down Elms Avenue as a railway line or some other demonic creation of the 21st Century prevented our onward progress. What black magic is this we thought! Again, though, disaster was avoided as Michael ably led us back towards Hampstead Garden Suburb and the ample bosom of Henrietta Barnett. For that we are eternally grateful!

Distance: 8.1 miles

Time: 1h 12m 15s