Brutal really humbling, any notion that I was still carrying a bit of fitness was soon evaporated, I was one of the last of the finishers I think. I could tell you its not really my forte blah blah blah, but 3 months of cakes and beer and no quality cycling was the real culprit! Still I'm going again, not hooked but dedicated to do better. The only way is up as Yazz says.
I was going to blame the bike, theres a wee set of hurdles to jump over and when I jumped back on the bike the saddle dropped an inch or so. But the blame could equally be apportioned to my fat ass!