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| Those legs are trembling with fatigue, tingling with nettle stings |
Day 149
Stonehenge to Avebury Marathon. This was the first year it was run as a run. It is usually a hike. Walkers lined up with poles and rucksacks and big old boots behind us runners. Sixteen of us. I thought it possible to come in first place, until I got lost. Twent nine gruelling miles later, I ran through the mysterious Avebury stones, in seventh place. I checked my watch at 26 miles and saw it was 4:22, so that is a trail run PB.
So knackered now. There'llbe a race report tomorrow.
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