I'd planned to take it pretty easy. It was the first of four in eight days and realistically the only one where I could do anything stupid enough to jeopardise reaching number 100 the following Saturday. I started fairly near the back, and just sort of bumbled my way to the first climb. Halfway up I started passing a few people, and really had to try not to push it too hard on the descent. Fortunately I bumped into Simon and Steve J so we had a natter through the middle section, before I pushed on a wee bit. It was all pleasantly uneventful until just before the last climb when I caught up Beth. I knew at the pace I was going she should be miles ahead of me, but we had a chat and she was struggling with her knee after running the Hardmoors 60. I said I'd run to keep her company as I was in no rush, and we just plodded out the last up and down. The sun was out by that point, although I still nearly wiped out a few times on the last descent.
All in all it was a weird day. I think it's the only one of the run in for my 100 where I've just felt like I was going through the motions – although I think it was more the knowledge of having three more in the next seven days rather than the 100 specifically.