It was great to finally run in the Oxford City Race, years after it was originally conceived. It was a novelty to be sprinting down the middle of the streets and past historic buildings. I even deliberately went through The Turf pub – because I could! I defintely had a home advantage, useful on the long legs as you could pinpoint the control and then fold the map away and sprint. Despite this though, I made quite a few mistakes and poor route choice decisions. For the Men’s Open, the planner was trying to catch us out as often as possible, and succeeded in quite a few places.
Incidentally the shortest possible legal distance for the course was 9.4km, making my pace around 5mins/km, a bit more respectible for what was a sprint, albeit a long one.