Bonkers. Half a day of travel each way, a horrible sicky ferry crossing and 2 nights in an hotel which saw it's best days 40 years ago, and all for a 2.25 mile race which never even left the forestry plantation. I loved it, absolutely loved it. I would have liked to do the extra couple of hundred feet to the summit of the hill, into the teeth of the howling gale, but the course that we did do was absolutely brilliant - crazy, but brilliantly crazy, all mud, steep embankments and tree roots.
I chatted with the V60 series leader and eventual winner, Shaun before the race, telling him that there was always some other old fart turns up to stop me winning the V60 category. He then proceeded to take over 2 minutes out of me. 2nd again, easy top half finish, I can see that a pattern is developing.
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| Me and Shaun |
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| Climbing the last bit through the forest |
Results: 42nd/102 V60: 2nd/9 Time: 27:50
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