I hadn't planned to do the Smithills Five (or whatever this awful little race was called), but SN, having had to divi up a bag of mini-eggs after her defeat in the 5k a fortnight ago, wanted her revenge.
So there I was, on time, at the start with my quads wrecked from the previous day's Black Combe descent (excuses, excuses!) fearing the worst. Suffice to say that my neck was hot from the lady in question breathing down it for the first 4 miles and 1,750 yards, before she sprinted past on the final run-in.
Well done SN, here's to the next time, enjoy the eggs! Results here:-
http://centrallancsgrandprix.blogspot.co.uk/
PS - can't hardly walk today.
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