From 5 miles on, I didn't even bother to look at my watch because time was totally irrelevant. So much so that I noticed at about 4.30pm that my stopwatch was still running............thankfully I wasn't!! I just decided to enjoy the rest of the race as best I could and that's what I did. It's funny how once you've relieved yourself of any self imposed expectation, you can then go on to derive pleasure from what is left of the event! I actually enjoyed going through some beautiful Cumbrian villages on the fringes of Carlisle and just taking in the scenery and atmosphere. I engaged in some pleasant banter with Stewards, supporters and other competitors and it made for a pleasant experience - after all - events like this are not just about running fast times are they? (You would expect a comment like that from a snail though wouldn't you?)After 9 miles, Mrs Boycs phoned to say her and the little uns were leaving the travel lodge and going to park at the Sands Centre and they would try to see me at the finish. The bizarre thing then was that when I got to around 10 miles, not only did I find myself going past the travel lodge where I'd spent the night before, but to my complete amazement, I could see Mrs Boycs just putting the kids into the car!! This was far too good an opportunity to miss, so I hot footed it across the road to say hello and get a kiss off them all before continuing, somewhat buoyed up, on my weary way. Mrs Boycs offered me a lift to the Sands Centre and because I was feeling pretty crap by then, I was SO sorely tempted to say yes - but I declined!! To have done so would have been dishonest - and as SM knows - that's not me! The bit past CUFC was as quiet as a graveyard (bit like match day eh Millsy) and there was a poor lonely lady Steward there who looked so fed up and so I thanked her for giving up her Sunday morning for us, which instantly brought a smile to her face!! From there it was into pleasant Rickerby Park (funny comment from Miami earlier). Enjoyed it through the park but strolled the hill at the exit, then ran to the finish - superb timing yet again because Mrs Boycs and kids had just arrived to see me finish!! As I came past the Sheepmount Stadium, I saw the familiar smiling face of Mick who wished me well and shook hands as I went past. Mick - you're ever the gent aren't you - "Boycs gliding past" was how you phrased it - I'd have been more inclined to say shuffled / staggered past!! Another great time Mick!And Millsy - from one stalwart of the GCR to another - I was really sorry not to have seen you too mate! That said, there is a limit to how long I could have reasonably expected you to have waited around at the end. As for the Windermere marathon...if I couldn't hack these hills...I wouldn't have an earthly chance with proper ones over double the distance! Polite decline is the best policy here me thinks!!