Holy moley. Left calf feels like a rock. If only my vice were the same. Managed 10km with the squad, 90% of whom jogged for 45mins too. No idea what the other 10% had ideas of.
Photo at 5km of the C2S. Tunbridge and Davy followed me the whole race before schooling me in the final km. I had no idea that Quentin was right in the group at that stage (I assumed it was Barts). The fella is the fiercest competitor I know.
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