Last year we won M50 team silver, after being overhauled by Shettleston's Andy Little on the final leg. This year we fielded the exact same team - myself, Paul Thompson and Colin Feechan - with the minor tweak that Paul and I swapped legs, with me going off first.
Earlier in the week I had been feeling fit and strong and relished the idea of Leg 1, but come the day I wasn't feeling at all well. Obviously I didn't want to let the team down, so tried to blot out of my mind how dreadful I was feeling.
I had hoped to run around 14:40~ish on Leg 1, but instead it was damage limitation, and just trying not to throw up with a horrible pain in my stomach and overwhelming sense of nausea.
|Trying not to throw up on Leg 1|
When I got home I went straight to bed in all my clothes, aching and sweating, and spent the night throwing up repeatedly.