Boys grow up (to the extent that they ever do) convinced that muddy legs and grazed knees exude an air of – dare I say heroic- adventures:
They then marry to have it explained to them that it’s just muck! 😃
(To be fair, I did stink!)
The run itself was a muddy Saturday classic: the trails had overgrown and lengthy sapping uphills through long grass alternated with exhilarating sharp downhills, roots and mud underfoot and low branches overhead: a great core workout, as long as you didn’t go over an ankle, or get a branch whack you in the face!
We avoided both perils, made a show of a strong uphill finish to the flag and went to our respective homes to start the washing down process…