Despite this, I was feeling poorly prepared for the race. Mrs S and I had enjoyed a very pleasant pub lunch a few hours earlier, and I had to rouse myself from the sofa in a Wimbledon-soaked lethargy to leave the house at six-thirty.
Off we went, and I made a real effort not to get caught up in the initial charge. After a couple of minutes we were out of the wide open Campari and into narrow woodland tracks, full of tricksy tree roots. For a while it was a job to overtake, but I bided my time as patiently as I could.... and as a result I had a very happy time in the second half overtaking lots of people, and I had a good sense of how much of the race lay ahead.
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I finished in 23rd place, equal with my Wilverley finish - very satisfactory. And I'd got my appetite back.

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