I remember it well as it was the day of my first 24 hour track race. It was an old cinder track, 1/4 mile instead of 400 metres. I remember the heat during the day, a big dustbin full of water at the side of the track to dip your sponges in, and the organisers piping the Live Aid audio feed through the track side tannoy. I've run on a few different surfaces over the years, but perhaps for reasons of nostalgia, the cinder track remains my favourite. 🏃🏻♂️🏃🏻♂️🏃🏻♂️Fancied a bit of eighties nostalgia last night, so watched a load of the Live Aid
On the big day itself, all those years ago, I was in London for the day with an American cousin and her 2 friends, doing the typical sightseeing stuff, and missed all the Live Aid frenzy that most others were glued to.
Great nostalgia looking back, but also a tad embarrassing.