This week, I give my annual rant about the chaos surrounding the Manchester half marathon, but this time, my focus shifts to the runners' families. Honestly, it's not the runners that drive me up the wall—it's their families who seem to have no sense of timing or tram etiquette! Picture this: a tram platform packed with families, all converging at the exact moment, prams in tow, and the poor tram driver having to play referee between a pram and a wheelchair. I mean, who needs a pram for a five-year-old when it’s just carrying bags? It’s pure madness! As I navigate through this tram debacle, I also share my own running journey, having signed up for a 10k, which I’m already regretting, and I promise to keep you updated on my training—or lack thereof!
