I hurt out there and they were like little puppy dogs running circles around the older (wiser?) aging dog.
At one point I was lagging behind dragging my ass up a steep climb behind them and Graeme looks back and ask “you ok?”
I responded “yup, either we’re going to win or they’re going to have to come retrieve my body from the woods” ...the later was not necessary as I sit here typing.
Also amusingly Graeme simply responded. “Ok” nonchalantly turned back to his maps and continued on his way ...zero sympathy.
Proud making. Good for each of you.