Today I may have walked down the Main Street of Raglan like an old gentleman in need of a hip replacement, but on the inside I still had a spring in my step. Having finally found the secret to winning my age group in an Ultra (keep running long enough so the competitor numbers reach single digits, be the youngest in that new age group, and get lucky), I was having a day off and about to enjoy my 3rd flat white, eat too much good food, and talk way too much about the race that was to whoever will listen.