Me and tess were out early this morning running over the tops of the sand dunes, at a pace I felt was quite respectable, when all of a sudden Tess let out a startled yelp !
I looked behind and saw a guy closing in on us FAST!
I moved over to the side of the path and he shot through like an express freight train on a mission!
Man I was shocked by his speed!
It's not often I get overtaken while out running, but jeez this guy was friggin MOVING!
He quickly disappeared into the distance,leaving my own perception of my speed shattered!
I few minutes latter Tess and me spotted him again, he was doing hill sprints up a very big sand dune!
We stopped and talked, it seems his name is Tony Allcock and he use to run for the RAF with some success.
I tried to get him to join my running club but he said he didn't race anymore and was happy just to do his own thing.
We said a cheery farewell and continued on my way.
I don't think I will forget the speed with which he passed me for the rest of my running life!
Jeez he was f**king moving :0]
