Now that was tough!

I’ve run Girvan many times but that one takes the biscuit. I think that RAW and Straiton caught up with me at around mile 10 and told me what a naughty boy I’d been. Legs in treacle would have been nice but solidifying concrete was a bit much.

And it all started so well….

My first mile was 6:35. A bit quick but I was feeling good. Bobby took until just before mile 4 to pass me, so that was good too. The drop into Dailly was wonderful and I passed a couple of runners who clearly couldn’t go down hills – HA! Even the uphill was ok. It’s a long drag from Dailly to the next big downhill and on the way I did my good Samaritan bit by giving up my emergency supply of jelly babies to Angus of Girvan who was struggling and in a lot of pain.

Then the next flight down hill – oh I love Girvan. The nearest thing to bird flight without mechanical help! Soared past 3 guys! Flew over the tarmac with my low flying startling some grazing bovines. Oh joy, Oh bliss..… Oh bugger me – here’s the uphill. Not so much flying now – good grief, an extinct Dodo has just overtaken me!

5 miles to go – a dawdle. 4 miles to go – a cinch. 3 miles to go – oh dear, are those legs still part of this torso? 2 miles to go – did I arrive with those legs or did they come after? Last mile – Is this what it’s like to be dead?

The finish – oh the joy! ….. Well, that wasn’t too bad, was it!