For my first ever mtb race I got to run out, carry my bike through mud for what seemed like hours, my first night ride, slightly slithery dawn and then back to sunshine and speed… exactly – no one lap was like any other.
Everyone v nice too… especially the mud warriors, manchester mtbers and the bloke who said well done as I passed him on the last lap and made it up the last steep slope, that was big and kind. Cheers!