Proof, if any were required, of my exertions on Sunday. My official time (as recorded by the chip attached to my shoe) was 2s faster than the time I recorded myself. Woohoo! The GPS track tells the whole sorry story, minute by minute. Note how, as the race progresses, the pace goes down and the heart rate goes up. To 101%! As if that wasn't enough, the organisers have also seen fit to publish pictures of me suffering in the final metres. They might at least have taken some of Holly too, but don't seem to have bothered. Harrumph.
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