The waiting game The weather forecasts were for 100+ mph winds across the summits. I like to think that if I'd read that weather forecast for myself that I would have independently decided to stay put and sit out the storm in warmth and comfort. I was happy to have the decision taken out my hands, though. So, I hung my socks up to dry. I ate, slept, drank tea, ate doughnuts, chatted to racers and organisers, flirted hopelessly with Jacqui and, all in all, the time disappeared very pleasantly. I caught up with Phil for the first time since we set off. We had chance to reset our strategies. We were going to be setting off early on Thursday which gave 36-38 hours to reach the finish and be in time for a pub meal, maybe even finish in daylight. That was my aim now. The break had given a complete confidence that I would finish. It was only 80 miles after all and I had three days. I would go as hard as I could tomorrow, get a couple...