September

[glaconman]

Bradley Show Fell Race. Sunday 3rd September.

This had the feel of a comeback race having not pinned a number to my chest since Oxenhope in mid-July. I think I've run four times over that period. All at lunchtime from the office. So I wasn't expecting much.

But the cycling must have done me some good. Abit of weight loss. Abit of leg strength. Some aerobic conditioning in the mountains. They're happy bedfellows at the moment.

I had a good tussle with two of my best, friendly rivals who I wasn't expecting to trouble. The lack of races told in the end as they drifted away as we approached the finish field. I've run this race faster; I've run this race slower.

So a good, 3.8 mile blast of doubt, adrenelin, fatigue and, eventually, well-being. I've missed it. But the break has no doubt done me some good. I haven't missed waking up in the morning feeling like I've been run over by a bus. Followed by the slow, creaky shuffle to the bathroom.

Bradley Show