I love everything about the Great South Run whether I’m a participant or a spectator.
This year a prolapsed disc ended any hope of running, but still wanting to be part of the day, I hosted the Wall of Sound at the nine-mile stage. The last mile is the hardest, so with jelly babies for sugar and inspirational tunes, I grabbed the mic to help with the final push.
It was great to see everyone go past, including fellow columnists Paul Bunker and Warren Hayden.
I don’t think a woman called Lucy was too pleased though. A shout of encouragement brought an up and down clenched fist gesture similar to Gareth Hunt’s in those Nescafe adverts from the 1980s.