Any way, I was sat flicking through my pictures and found this one from last summer.
After a heavy night at the Goldcoat Oceanfest (see photo for evidence!)

There were 30 of us in total, ready for the race, the sea was like a pond (which made it 10x easier!). Both Zak and I thought we'd get destroyed, but much to out surprise as we turned the point we were tieing for first place with Cotty. Maybe we got a little over excited, because as we turned for Croyde, Cotty powered off like Greyhound after a hare. It left Zak and I to battle it out, I got lazy and tired and let him slip away to beat me to the beach by about 10m. Then as i hit the sand and looked at the sprint finish to the top of beach, I remembered "I used to be a runner!", sprinted past a gutted Lawton and took 2nd.
Both of us were stoked in the end, as I won £100 and Zak got £50. So there all those years of training for athletics paid off!
The question is, will I do the race again this year?
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