Why are my legs in worse condition after the superb MMM than they were at the end of the Hundred? Obviously, reason one is that I'm kidding myself; reason two may be that it's a walk with a sting in the tail. Even though the route description clearly said there were ten named summits in the last six miles, and even though we could see them perfectly well, they still came as a shock to my quads. And the last 480 yards, down a very steep road, were the hardest: I watched one local chap explaining to his puzzled children that the man was walking down the hill backwards because it was the only way his (injured) legs would get him there.

This was a great event, covering the whole of the Malvern ridge (a bit at the start, and the rest at the finish), with some charming countryside in between. The miles into Ledbury were a delight. The food was great too (there seemed to be a lot, but maybe that was because I'd decided to see just how fast I could walk and never mind the consequent pain).

I recommend this event very highly. Even though it might mean it's full up when I decide to do it next year.

I gather the fastest runner home finished in under four hours. With 4,800 feet of ascent!