Parle Glucose Biscuits

Having been a spectator at a previous marathon, the family had come well prepared. Armed with 12 jumbo packs of Glucose biscuits we lined the street, handing them out to runners as the made their way uphill. Having them stacked on a tray, helped the runners reach for them with ease, and I’m proud to say our group achieved the highest coverage rate amongst all biscuit pushers on the street – the poor sods were holding out them out one at a time. Newbs!!

Grateful runners reach for the biscuit in stride ...

While not quite the same as trotting the Half, handing out the biscuits can be fairly exhilarating as well. I have never had as many people wishing me well, blessing me, thanking me, within the space of 45 mins. Very therapeutic!!

It’s also an interesting experience watching people decide how many biscuits to help themselves to. The cautious lot reach out for just one, the planner types take two for the road, and the hoarders make a monkey grab for a fistful.

The odd lass warbled “Thank you, Uncle” which never fails to get my dander up. I’m under no illusions about having a whole lot spring left in my chicken, but there’s no need to rub it in my face. All I’m requesting ladies, is for you to spare a thought for the young at heart, and please drop the “Uncle.”