I've tried wearing full blown trainers for a race but hopeless. Too heavy. Can't shift the things. Full racers only for the road now. Five or six ounces.
Could have worn flats on Saturday around the Scrubs. Spikes ok but probably didn't need the 15mm, or the branch or the litter they collected en route.
Definitely not in any race form, so for reasons of common sense and survival adopted a level of discomfort and maintained it. Noted the finish time of SC and vaguely remembered being deep in the thicket on the northern perimeter.
I'll draw a veil over my actual finish time. Suffice to say, at 15:22 I was a very long way from the finish.
I dug out this quote from the film Blazing Saddles.
"What did you expect? "Welcome, sonny"? "Make yourself at home"? "Marry my daughter?" You've got to remember that these are just simple farmers. These are people of the land. The common clay of the new West. You know . . . morons."
Somewhere here, an ipoder in a race which bans them fits in.