Only the day after finishing second lady at the Broomhead Chase, I was back on the start line for the Trunce.
I’m the first to admit that it’s not a good idea to race two days in a row, but I was fifth in the race series so didn’t want to miss a race.
I did think about not taking part, but decided to do it and hope for the best. I knew I wouldn’t have the legs for a PB but thought I could pick up some points.
My legs had other ideas. They were still in Broomhead. Heavy; heavy; heavy. I knew it was a case of getting round. I knew it would hurt.
So when the girl in front had a dizzy spell (she’d given blood in the afternoon) I was secretly pleased to stop and help. After five minutes, she felt well enough to walk/jog to the finish. I joined her.
We finished last. It was actually fun. In fact, for the first time, I actually enjoyed the race. Normally it terrifies me!