Not having raced at all this year I had no expectations other than to have a good run, enjoy it and see where I came. It would be nice to be first local but realistically I knew other guys should be quicker. At least the weather had held out and my friends & parents who had come up for the weekend would be able to enjoy the day too.
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| Coming into Stobo |
Starting off at the back there was no point in me getting carried away thinking I could keep up, so settled into a pace I could keep going at. I knew my strength lay in the steep up & the down and the longer a race goes on my endurance. As the race went on I steadily moved up the field catching half a dozen on the last climb and the last of the Moorfoot’s realizing then that I had probably overtaken my local rivals pushed on from the top of Trahenna to the finish with my calf’s always on the verge of cramping and locking up.
I finished 13th just slightly slower than last year but as the first local (people living within 6 miles of race route) which was great and meant a lot more and it gave us all something to celebrate at the ceilidh in the evening.
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