Looks like my solo attempt at a good line up Wetherlam paid off, i used a guy with a cheshire hill runners vest as a marker, he was faster than me but my line was better. It was all going well until the s**t hit the fan and my knee started to pack up, i was in some considerable discomfort coming down to three shires stone and by the time i was descending the pike it was excruciating and i was haemorrhaging places at the rate of about 4 a minute. The failure of my knee to adequetely support me caused me to go down hard on the other knee on some razor sharp shards.

I really needed a strong performance today and for good reason, what i managed was piss poor and i was so dejected at the finish i just grabbed one of those delicious pastys and left. I'll find out the extent of my underperforming when the results are aired on here later.

On a more upbeat note thanks awfully to the girl with the blond hair and smurf blue shorts with matching camelbak who offered some sympathy, it was lovely to meet you and i hope your result was as good as you were predicting it to be; and i suppose sorry to the two gents who i spoke to afterwards and was so pitifully negative to , even hearing Blue Monday by New Order on the way back didn't cheer me up.

Respect to the Three Shires Inn for letting us abuse their toilets, and thanks to the providers of the pastys, i'm off to birch my sorry ass.