We turned up in good time and retrieved our numbers from a noisy football club hall. It was quite mild (about ten degrees) but with a blustery wind that put a chilly edge on the day. The lovely Mrs S, racing again after an injured absence, fretted about what to wear. Reluctantly we got out of the warm car, loosened up, got into position and we were off.
| At the start... love the spiky hair |
I overtook Peter about a mile before the finish and had to push hard to get some distance in the bank before the final downhill charge to the finish. I reached line just ahead of him in 5th place in 37:27... but the course was about 170m short. I ran at the same pace as at the Blenheim 10k last October in 38:21, which feels more realistic.
I was first vet, which I was chuffed about, apparently beating the local favourite, Hamish (sorry about that). But the stunning result of the day was the wonderful Mrs S pulling a blinder out of the bag, on her debut return from injury.
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| Mrs S 1, Bad Knee 0 |
| The Old Man award |

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