The hardest bit for me was just after the trig on rombalds moor, normally you know what to expect - ankle deep, occasional knee hole and a face full, but this time, creak, creak (will it hold????) and then CRACK!!!. Nasty cut adn graze down both chins from the ice. As it was so cold, i didnt notice untill Burley Woodhead ("that looks nasty", said the lady serving buns!) The other bit for me was not knowing where the stones/rocks were under the snow - whet over on the same anke twice - never again! Even after all this whinging (it is my way of taking my mind of the running pains), i still did a personal best!!!! I'm already looking forward to next week's post race whinge! Bring it on.....