Foul-smelling mud, biting wind, freezing rain and dangerously uneven ground – the English National Cross Country Championships has it all. What’s not to like?
The encampment of brightly coloured tents, the nervous anticipation, the camaraderie, the waves of charging feet and the oozing, energy-sapping mud, the English National Cross Country Championships are about as close to the experience of a medieval battle as you are likely to get without donning chainmail and being hit with a mace.
There is pain, though.
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