After many years and hundreds of races my worst fear was finally realised in the 2014 Grizzly: I lost my shoe. I’ve seen it happen to other people at the cross country or in boggy off-road races and I’ve always laced up tight and prayed it didn’t happen to me. But, alas, as I crossed a field which looked muddy but fairly harmless, but actually turned out to be a shoe-sucking, liquid pit of hell, made up of 90% cow excrement, the thing I’ve always dreaded happened. Before I realised it, sock met boggy ground for a couple of steps, then I had to turn around to find my lost shoe.
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