I went to Ashton Court tonight to see the Night Terror race - 200 runners heading off into the dark; slippery mud and hills everywhere.  At the insistence of a marshal I joined the back of the race, and lolloped along behind three ladies dressed in bunny girl outfits.  I was interested to note that my competitive spirit is bigger than my libido as I ignored the obvious pleasures of running behind them and made a show of scuttling up the Parkrun hill.  I left the race and cantered home, pleased to have gone for a run instead of flumping in front of the telly.