On Wednesday morning, we had breakfast with Chris, we rang Uncle George to say goodbye and then packed the car and headed to Manchester. We were going to Manchester for one main purpose. The Masters Track World Championships were on and my friend Bec, was competing. The added bonus was that another friend, Sue, was also competing.
Arriving in Manchester we drove straight to the Velodrome, no time to mess around, Bec was racing a qualifying round today and I had to be there. We settled in and started to watch the qualifying, it was some time until Bec was on and so Paul decided, being the big Manchester City fan that he is, that he best go check out the Man City stadium. Unfortunately, he’s timing was completely out of whack and he missed Bec’s qualifying race. He did however go on a great tour of the stadium. Thankfully I saw Bec’s qualifier, and man was it exciting to watch. Qualifying fastest by a couple of seconds, tonight’s final was going to be a nailbiter! Being there for Bec's final was nerve wracking, but after several new grey hairs and some very high blood poressure moiments for me, I was so proud to watch Bec cross the finish line as a World Champion in your age group for the IP. So awesome!