Or as Shake-and-run would put it:
“I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon (Othello 3:3)”
That is generally how Shakes and I feel just before we start these races, busily questioning our life choices 🤣 This was especially true as we were still recovering from last week’s HM.
Tempo, the race organiser, changed this one. Normally it’s the same route going either clockwise or anticlockwise up and down and around the massive hill of Lark Stoke. This time we didn’t really have a massive hill, just a big one, skirting around Lark Stoke, and lots of undulating (although it doesn’t really show this in the elevation map above but it was, honestly!). It did make a change and it was still just as tiring with exactly the same feeling of elation when it was all over! We had the same amazing views, but this time of Edge Hill, the county boundary with Oxfordshire where the Roundheads and Cavaliers battled it out during the Civil War in the 17th century.
As these races take place in the autumn and winter, we never know what gift the weather is going to bring us. Thankfully it was dry, unlike last week’s race, but today we had the added joy of 25mph winds. I think skirting round the hill acted as a bit of a wind break but as soon as we got back down from the hills and worked our way back around the village (Ilmington, a beautiful Cotswold village, which Shakes informs me is where Morris dancers originated) they came back. The route still had the horrible uphill bit between 8 & 9kms, and just to add to the challenge there was the battle of the headwinds. Had to be really, couldn’t be tailwinds could it?!!
All three of us (including Katnap who finished way ahead of us) found the route a bit short of 10km, but unlike Katnap, Shakes and I ran around a bit to make up the 30 or so missing metres. We then collected our sausages and wound our way back through the village back to the car, passing a very friendly, photogenic sheep and some lovely buildings.
I haven’t actually made our traditional toad in the hole yet, so above is a picture of the batter waiting to be cooked.
So, this is the last race of the year. I’m looking forward to a bit of a rest now until race no.4 in four weeks time - where we get to say what size we’d like our hoody’s to be 😀