This short but testing race just outside Monmouth was hosted by Cardiff’s Les Croupiers and featured a mob match between them and Chepstow, with these two clubs providing 70 of the 121 finishers. But on a pleasant day for running, Couriers did not let this pair of lumbering giants have things all their own way. Max had a particularly good run in a race which he looks forward to more than his Christmas stocking, coming 13th and top V50. The 60’s Steves took 1st and 2nd in their category,Herington  wreaking revenge on Littlewood  for the drubbing he took on the Skirrid and which caused all the sulking in the Carpenters.
Max may be running well but his much vaunted uber-training of Richard  has unfortunately resulted in calf injuries to your man so that his descending was sorely compromised, leaving him staring at the back of Mr Littlewood’s black cat-suit as they poured down the final muddy hill. On the matter of training, I saw Kev writing a memo to himself after the race, following a painful and let’s face it below-par performance . As far as I could read his writing [or hieroglyphs to be accurate] the memo said: ” Don’t do a full-out speed session the night before a race, you chump.” Good thinking, Kev.
One other Courier was in action, on his home patch, but wearing a strange green vest. This was Luke James who had a cracking run in 9th.
Sausage and chips in the pub afterwards.What not to like? Well, the sausages if you are vegetarian. Some people are never happy.