Great West Run, post 1

Stuff in bag. Number on vest. Motivating MP3s cued up for the drive. Pirate themed sticky plasters packed for use as nipple tape. Tea and a honey sandwich in progress. Got the pre-event nerves bad right now.

Great West Rub, post 2

Cool grey overcast - ideal. Coffee downed, the hordes are arriving and the nerves are refining to excitement. Couple of pics...



If the start and finish are so close, why are we taking the long way round? Got my eye on those bananas!



Encouraging!

Right, time for a pee and getting changed. Game on! This time, I will beat that bloody tap!

Great West Run, post 3

Finished in 2:12:28 according to my watch - official time to follow. The Freudian slip of "great west rub" was apt as my shorts rubbed through resulting in grim chafing; a quick stop at a St. John's tent for some vaz made it bearable for the last 4 miles. The tap didn't beat me, but a rabbit did - a rabbit worn by an Army PT instructor though so not too embarrassing!

Same sugar profile as a century ride - last leg was done on pure candy.

TEN MINUTES OFF MY TIME! WOO-FUCKING-HOO!

Now I'm enjoying a guilt-free 99 flake waiting for the car park to empty ... here's the proof: