A10/11
It was too crowded and ill marshalled at the start, but I pounded on, dodged the crowds, found space and marked my equivalent runners. I smiled in the sun, I winked at the cameras, I loosened up and enjoyed the ride - I let go on the downhills (as taught to me in the backwoods of Tennessee) and listened hard to the steady beat of the devil's metronome as I made the tough ascents. I didn't sprint for the finish, I didn't need to - I finished strong and that's what mattered.
At present it's timeless - but I would guess at a comfortable 50/51....maybe? (edit...50.58)
It's certainly not my fastest on that route (we'll save that for another year) - but it might be the most fun I've ever had running it and I think I'm finally coming to realise what's more important to me.
...There was just one thing missing.

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