One of my first attempts at the local first Saturday of the month 5k; taken by Mum.
This was the time when one of the race marshalls volunteering to give directions seemed to take a dislike to me. Every time I came towards him, he'd be cheering others on, but when I got close he'd stop and just look surly; then moments later he'd be giving someone behind me encouragement. In the end, I came to the conclusion that he had an issue with me wearing my Liverpool shirt.