Dropped by this evening (just now) to see how things were going. As we

walked up the footpath to the venue, uphill from us we could see hiviz

strips and vests on the runners shining in the pitch dark, bobbing in

and out of view as they circled the track. Quite an eerie sight. After

a couple of goes peering at people’s vests in the gloom we identified

a familiar strip, and when Mitsos headed off the track for a break we

introduced ourselves.

He looks well and in good spirits, having overcome a bout of the

D-word (“5 times in 8 hours!” ) and was lying in 12th.