This blog was something I wanted to start so I could keep record of my race analysis as I have an extremely bad memory. No better way to start it than writing about a race full of drama.
I woke up, it was warm and dry, I had my boiled egg and had a quick look at the sky. It didn’t look that bad so I thought why not wear that white shorts and blue t-shirt? They matched the trainers too.
Did the usual commuting (train+bus+long walk) and as soon as I got at Esher station I started regretting the fact I was wearing white shorts. Then, instantly, I thought that if the rain did not stop I’d have a pretty miserable race as I had no experience on racing in the rain.