Goodbye, number 33. You served me well
Today I ran the last race in the East Sussex Cross Country League for 2015-16. I pre-entered, and a mere £12.50 entitled me to race in six events, and use the same number for each. Put that in your pipe, expensive events, and smoke it. In the event I only ran five of them, as I was away for the foggy Firle Beacon event.
Pett was a fitting climax, with lashings of mud. To compare and contrast with the Twitten runs, if you were to take Lewes’s twittens, slather them in mud to the depth of a metre, have the King’s Troop of the Royal Horse Artillery ride up and down a few times, import ferocious badgers from the countryside and have them dig their setts along the way, and embed roots and fallen boughs, you would have something like the right effect. We darted in and out of woodland, up and down hills, and round the perimeters of fields. It was warm but windy, and the gusts pulled at my number. Fortunately it stayed on, unlike some events when I have finished holding my number across my chest, as if making obeisance to some Asiatic despot.
At the end, the prize-giving. Lewes AC won the club championship by one point, and I am delighted to report that my Seaford Striders comrade Peter Weeks was first in the over 65 category.