This was a hard run, a 15.4 mile muddy slog over water logged ground. On the bright side there were cake stalls along the route. I tried hard to munch the sponge cake at mile 9 but found it impossible to run, chew, breath hard and eat the cake. Besides, it got splashed with mud.
The descent down the escarpment was the most exciting part, it was like scree running on mud, with only tree branches to hang onto. Some people must have fallen.
Below is my GPS trace from the race. We were all looking forward to running along the canal for the last mile but it turned out to be a quagmire of very slippy mud. I can’t easily describe the feeling of being dog tired after two hours of hard running and finding it impossible to get any traction under foot. The stuff of bad dreams. Funny and desperate at the same time.
I feel lucky to have finished 42nd out of about 980 runners and walkers in a time of 2 hours 15 minutes. Thanks to the organisers for a fantastic event, and for the apple pie and custard at the finish. See you next year I hope.
Heres a link to an aerial photo of the same countryside that I took from a glider, and here is the GPS trace.