For the past few years my dad and I have taken part in an event for all ages (from 11-80), Manchester and Cheshire Cross Country League. Through our triathlon club, my dad and I have taken part in just a few of these hard-core races which are not for the faint-hearted.
Dad had started doing cross county around 3 years ago and he would come home with legs covered in mud and I just wanted to have a go. So last year, I did my first cross country and I loved it; I went on to do several more after that.
Last Saturday, I was just one of the many people in St Helens Tri that took part in the race in Stockport. Including a massive downhill, a killer up hill and lots and lots of mud. Along the way, people were falling over and getting stuck but luckily, I had turned round the last corner and therefore nothing could go wrong …
Although, in the last fifteen seconds of the race, my shoe was sucked up by the colossal amount of mud along the finishing straight. Skidding in the mud, I turned back around, making sure to scoop my shoe out of the boggy mess before finishing the race with only one shoe left on my feet.
After the race, it was time to get warm by wrapping myself up in several blankets and eating loads of sweets and cake: so I guess it wasn’t all that bad!