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Irregular musings on running and anything else that comes to mind…
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I knew I was unlikely to win, but top five was a possibility. Who else was going to be training like me, with a 3,100-mile race in mind?
‘Skipping through the woods, splashing through the mud, racing along by the river with the wind behind me, descending the hill with the lights of Totnes twinkling in the dank evening - what more joy could life offer?’
