Steven's brother opted out of this race (perhaps the name put him off?) and so at the last minute, I joined Steven at the starting line. A 10km race isn't a big deal, but I seem to recall that this was more of a scramble than a race...climbing up steep embankments and practically falling down the other side, trying to keep my feet "light" as they catapulted down on the rocky terrain. It's always nice to get a little sweaty with your fella though.
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