17th November. Sprint Finish - To The Nearest Bushes.

A pee would equal losing.

Thirteen point two miles with a full bladder or probably not full, just feeling full.

The Otter claimed at the halfway point he was just jogging along to keep me company.

There was no chatting during the second half though, the Otter sighted a young woman's Lycra'd ass up ahead and tried to maintain pace.

I kept level with his feverish pursuit, knowing the race could still be lost on the incline of the last mile when he'd be pulling out all his hill climbing stops.

We entered the crowded stadium neck and neck for the final two laps to the finishing line, well actually a sodden field at the back of the Primary school with most of the other entrants finished and standing around.

The Otter didn't seem to have any sprint finish and claimed afterwards that the other wins weren't deliberate wins, it just happened that way.

So it was a win but not by much of a margin.

4:2.