My tailor is a runner

London, May 13th, 1984,

Open wide your eyes and ears, Mate, you wouldn’t like to miss the Super Feast of Running, would you? Feast? The word is too bland! It’s a Carnival! A Fiesta! The enjoyment, the fun, well, it’s simply fantastic!

15,000 to 20,000 entrants, at the start, no hustle - very fair play - British oblige!

I shall not forget this supporting crowd all along those 26 miles. How many times have heard “Come on, Annecy!”. And this ladies’ choir singing “It’s a long way to Tipperary”- and all these runners in disguise: that “butterfly”, that “Zulu dancer”, that couple in their Superman’s apparels. And so many others.

The route on the docks is very pleasant. I shall take time to admire the Cutty Sark, the famous three masts, then over Tower Bridge, and the arrival after running past the Houses of Parliament.

This ecstatic crowd only for us, that is unthinkable in France. Congratulations again for the arrival – no waiting, no problems to get back our clothes. I would certainly advise all the beginners to begin with the London - the general euphoria smoothers the pain.

Who won? I can’t tell you. Probably the thousands of runners and spectators assembled there for the love of feast and running.

Alain Rigat

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