Last year I dropped out early, this time it was unfinished business!
8 hours to climb a 563m section of a mountain as many times as possible – how bad could that hurt?
A very local race and one I felt I had a chance of winning – could I hold on for the full 6 hours though?
A hard fought effort at one of the oldest ultras in the UK
I didn’t really have any expectations of a fast time this year, boy was I wrong!
I felt I had a podium performance in my legs and in any other year I’d have been there!
24 hours running around a track doesn’t sound much fun but I honestly can’t recall many races I’ve enjoyed more even though I was literally miles off my targets.
Led the race for 5 miles only to miss out in the final .4 mile climb but I couldn’t have done much more.
I needed to snap out of my post London funk and the Trunce is always a good evening fell race to pop along to.
Disaster is a strong word but in light of getting nowhere near my London goal it’s worth reflecting on what contributed to it after four months of solid training.