Day 23: Race for Life (Literally)

I have a race in two hours, and I'm literally falling asleep over my keyboard.

Today has all the indicators of being A Painful Day.

Let's go.
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I went.

If you ever want free entry to King's, just, you know, register for a charity race.

I've lost count of the number of bibs I've worn over the years.

But holy crap was I not expecting the weather.

It was baking today.

At least, in comparison to misty, misty, rainy, rainy Cardiff.

There were tons of people--a little under 5,000.

I ended up dropping from the 10K to the 5K because 24 hours of non-stop travel really takes it out of you (plus the whole Eating While Travelling Is Such A Hassle thing). I just basically ended up blitzing the living daylights out of the first two miles, deciding I was having too much fun, then sitting back and cruising on in for an unprecedented fourth-place finish.

I'm really going to feel this tomorrow.

So, logically, I went and played a little soccer (I just can't call it football. I'm sorry).