Wow. That was fucking really really hard. My position was abysmal but I didn't turn out today to beat anybody or finish in a certain position. Today was about being on the start line, caked in shit, rubbing shoulders with Johnny Brownlee and being a part of a great race. I worked bloody hard throughout and the mud made things feel like I was running in sinking sand. I've not done any tempo or sessions over 6km for two years or raced cross since Feb 2011. I had a battle with an old mate from school who was running for Liverpool Harriers and I managed to hold him off, which felt good.
In previous years such a performance would leave me depleted, feeling like I need to change something to be like those guys up front. However what is most important is personal improvement and consistency.
In my eyes, a perfect afternoon for running. Feeling better today, thankfully the hangover did not roll over to Monday. Bumped into one of Hallamshires most talented athletes in the parks who was going for a walk and an afternoon drink out at the Norfolk Arms!