Run, run, run...

DRIVING near Retford on Sunday I came across hundreds of red-faced sweaty folk taking part in the town’s Half Marathon.

I gave several blasts of the Bentley’s horn by way of giving them some moral support.

But I just don’t get it. I tried running once, but it wasn’t for me.

I just don’t understand why anyone would want to put themselves through that.

If we were meant to run about we wouldn’t have invented cars and mobility scooters.