After weeks of bad weather and not getting out on the motorbike I finally succumbed and took it round to my dad's to put in the garage for the winter. Of course, the very next day was dry and sunny, which was handy because it was the Brampton to Carlisle 10miler and I didn't fancy running the rain. I didn't bother checking my previous results this time, I knew it would slow, working Friday nightshift then 1230 race start was never going to make for a pb.
Why is this race so fast? Everybody charges off like they're in the Olympics and by mile three I'm knackered because I'm trying to keep up with people who must be in secret training for months earlier but, nobody ever does any training! They don't. When asked at club nights what people have been up to the stock answer is ''not much'', ''need to get out more''!
Oh well, there's always next year
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