Following up on Jimmy's 10k race there, I did Trier this morning. Twas fucking boiling and I had been boozing and socialising for the month of June. Had settled on 45 mins (easy compute of 4.30 pace) as a target for first real race of the year. In one year, I've lost so much pace it ain't funny. Tell ya what, I was close to pulling out halfway through. Brutal. After 2k I was feeling it! In the end the 44.40 felt ok, tbh. Think I did 41.20 or something there last year..... Came in as 3rd ancient lad but wouldn't be consoled by that now. One mate dropped out of the Half and the other two were way off their pbs. Look, it beats doing fuck all and getting fat. Though not by much perhaps. We keep going.