Having woken up two days before the 30 mile race unable to weight bear on my right foot ball joint, it was never going to be easy! But in usual fasion I was convinced that the nauseating pain would vanish and as randomly as it had appeared! It didn't, but subsided enough, possibly due to red wine consumption the night before, to get my foot into a trainer. I decided that warming up in the minutes before the race would be a bad plan as I'd then know before the race if I could run or not. The first few metres were about finding a vaugely bearable position- and I hit 'bingo'- run on the very outside of my foot. The course consisted on 7.5miles out and back, twice due to a bridge closure. This was good news for me, given the high possibility of quitting- I'd never be too far from 'home'. I plodded on, losing 1st place at 16 miles, but regaining it shortly after. The foot position turned my legs to wooden blocks and the efort was fairly enormous evidenced by a collapsed and hyperventilating (but happy) heap on the banks of the River Wye by the finish having held 1st woman. An enjoyable course of c50/50 road/ woodland and trail.
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