Run > Race

WREKIN WRECKER. Ooops! What a bobbins run. 4 years later, and 6 minutes slower. I can choose whether to blame it on the 26 miler the week before, or the raging hangover from the night before. Whatever, anyway, as I turned the corner after coming down the screes, I knew I was on for a shocker and almost decided to drop out. I didn't though, perhaps hanging on to a glimmer that I would better my old time. But I didn't even try. As I walked up the spine to the summit for the 2nd time, I remembered that I'd ran that bit in 2006, so didn't have a chance. I kept saying to Bernie that I was only there to have a laff! And a jolly social occasion it was too, great to be with the Newport folks, and see so many people I know, and get so many cheers. Never mind about the result.