I've just come back from the Breedon Race and have enough energy to blog but not quite enough to drag myself to the shower yet.
The race was incredibly painful. At the 3K-to-go marker I was despairing because I thought I'd gone further. But then I realised I'd not be feeling much better if it was 2K to go. And it's not like I could have stopped because I'd never have started again.
I should get the time later today (my sister was helping with the recording). No idea how fast I was but I don't think I embarassed myself. I coped with the hill better than I'd feared and managed not to grunt bad words as I climbed the last hill towards the finish. So, actually not that bad an afternoon. Despite the limping afterwards.
And, for the record, I was wearing shorts for the first time in, I think, 15 years.If you want to follow what I'm up to, sign up to my mailing list