That was cross country at it’s best. Glastonbury on spikes – a true mud-fest. And i was simply not up for it. Not on that day and not in those conditions. I dont want to come up with excuses. It was just a bad day for me.
It was raining since days and the course beside the airport was in pieces. Without weelies you were lost in deep mud. Our race was the last one of the day and the course was rough. I dragged along for 3 loops and never found a rhythm or grip or anything. As i was passing the startline my head was telling my legs “Stop”. I stopped and stepped of the course. I was not exhausted or anything. I just decided not to continue.
Now, a couple of hours after the race, i am well pissed off not to finish the bloody thing.
