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    Gaddesby Gallop

    A village cross-country race; which means it is real cross-country. Footpaths across arable fields and pasture, including some with medieval ridge and furrow topography, which is interesting to run across. Only a few concessions to the modern obsession with obstacles: the Dewpond, the Drainage Pipe and the Brook. An excellent course, about 8.5km long; the only bit I didn't like was the few hundred meters of tarmac through the village of Barsby. Well organised, with half the population of Gaddesby apparently out on marshalling duties.

    Amazed myself by coming 36th out of around 190 starters, taking about 30% longer than the winner. I have no idea where this sudden turn of speed came from! I haven't managed the top half of the results list in any of the four fell races I have run this year, and have generally been nearer 50% slower than the winner; although obviously the competition has been a bit stronger in the fell races than at Gaddesby. Curiously, I seemed to be passing other runners on downhills but being passed on uphills, which is the reverse of what happens in fell races. [Note: the words "uphill" and "downhill" should be understood in their Leicestershire Wolds context.]
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    Back for this year's edition of the Gaddesby Gallop, which followed two days of almost continuous rain. Strangely, the Dewpond had less water in it than last year. The Drainage Pipe had a good flow through it, but not particularly deep: enough to wash the mud off one's shoes, but not much more. But then there was the Brook. Last year, most of this was less than knee-deep, although with a section up to the thighs towards the end. This year, I stepped off the bank and went straight in up to nearly my waist. I have a slight phobia of deep water, and as I tried to steady my nerves, it didn't help that I saw runners up to their chests ahead of me. Eventually, a marshal who had noticed me standing still for quite a while suggested that I could come back out and use the footpath. I did this, and gave myself a time penalty, waiting for three runners who had gone in after me to come out ahead of me.

    After all that, I finished 11 seconds faster than last year, although in a lower position (the winner was about a minute faster). Given that the mud was worse than last year (and it's rather sticky, clayey soil around Gaddesby), the faster times seem surprising; and I certainly didn't feel that I was going particularly fast.
    In his lifetime he suffered from unreality, as do so many Englishmen.
    Jorge Luis Borges

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