When I was shopping at Westminster Abbey, I was debating on getting a set of napkins for my friend Paula. I knew I got a good giggle out of it, but I wasn’t sure if she would. We had gone to see Oliver a couple months before and had left the theatre singing …. “Food, glorious food …” It was either the napkins or a gargoyle. I couldn’t decide.
But it reminds me of the Ancaster Old Mill Race that is coming up in less than two weeks. Esther has been extolling the virtues of running the Old Mill. And those of us who have had the pleasure of running their race usually shout about the great food while she is telling the beginners what is so great about this race.
It usually goes something like this.
“For those of you who aren’t familiar with it. The Ancaster Old Mill race is great 5 km race…”
“With great food …”
“From the Old Mill. Yumm…”
“And the people who are just learning how to cook ….”
“The course has a real family atmosphere to it …”
“And you can have ice cream at the end if you want …”
“I haven’t been to the Old Mill in a while, I should sign up …”
“There is this cannon that starts the race …”
“I was standing there and all of a sudden, boom this cannon goes off …”
“I went back for another ice cream, they just wanted to get rid of them by then …”
The race really is great. And the food really is good. But what makes it so special are the folks who live in the area. Who play music for hot, sometimes exhausted runners. Will spray said overheated runner with water from the hose. And who no matter what, just come out a support a great community event.
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