Cripes, that hurt.

Personal best shattered. Ran the proverbial race of my life, and although having to climb over slow people who start at the front, ran a well paced race to finissh in 2 hours and 7 minutes and 30 seconds.

John, wore my Mudcat T shirt with pride in the Sundancer, but to no avail. Went straight down there, and Mrs S had a good table reserved. Downed a couple of excellent pints of IPA, then had the picnic in the howling gale outside.

Got back to the car in St James at 4.30, and then had the journey from hell home, taking 4 and a half hours to do a two hour stint.

Still, it was a braw time, and my legs are still semi-functional today. Haven't totted up the anti yet, but I think it should top £2K, which my main sponsor will double. We're running for the Rural Stress Information Network, which is one of the charities trying to address the rise of suicides in the rural community, exacerbated by the Foot and Mouth.

Hope you had a good'un, too.

Skipjack